<?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-6857303982147011427</id><updated>2011-09-15T12:45:21.612-07:00</updated><category term='Lebaran'/><category term='Fasting'/><category term='Crying Sad Siblings Miss'/><category term='Diet'/><category term='Nazam'/><category term='Hunger'/><category term='Health'/><category term='Food'/><title type='text'>Je Veux Ton Revanche</title><subtitle type='html'>- Caught in a Bad Romance -</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ismail</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-2895325978428767718</id><published>2011-03-19T01:47:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T19:36:55.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My results!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm beautiful in my way, 'Cause god makes no mistakes, I'm on the right track, baby I was born this way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i dont know what i promised you guys in the last post, but i think i'm gonna forget that promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not like as if you wanted me to keep my promise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And oh by the way, I recently went to a course at Republic Polytechnic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Republic Poly wasnt as bad as its education and learning, its food is nice, facilities are great (imagine 7 eleven, a public library (NLB) and a bookshop that's exactly like popular!) and anyone can come into the school regardless whether they're parents, children, students or not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're not allowed to go to the classrooms where i've never seen where. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i dont see a single line of fencing anywhere! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the course i went was for this I&amp;amp;E course to learn about pushcart selling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've decided to sell Rose Ribbons, Friendship bands and do art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Date for the sale is 14 June!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this course only boosts my temptation for POA in secondary 3!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sec 2 so its only one year away and i need to study hard right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They only take students with a minimum of A2 grades in maths!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's not all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think they said something about english too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And oh by the way i got my result slip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not a card by the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i got an E8 for maths?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love maths. (10/10)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate the teacher. (2/10)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year i got F9 for the first term. (2/10)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Total points? (14/30)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And how about A1 in science?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHOAAA first time i ever got those kind of uneven grades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love science. (10/10)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the teacher too. (10/10)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year was physics and i got C5 for the first term. (2/10)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Total points for science? (22/30)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bad, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fml.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yeah i got a D7 for i think history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate history. (2/10)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate the teacher too. (2/10)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year i got C5 for the first term. (2/10)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Total points for history? (6/30)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got C6 for English and Mother Tongue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love English. (10/10)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate the teacher. (2/10)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year i got C5 for the first term. (2/10)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Total points for English? (14/30)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay anyway my results increased a bit though i think i failed only 1 or 2 subjects so i guess its okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanted to talk about my results and next post coming i'll put something for you guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol i'm quite desperate to end this as its an edited post from a long time ago :/ Please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;Facebook --&amp;gt; http://www.facebook.com/RAIhaNAH97&lt;br /&gt;Hotmail --&amp;gt; pemerintah_pontianak@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;Gmail --&amp;gt; allahmahabesar@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;Youtube --&amp;gt; http://www.youtube.com/user/ismailblgps97&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/6857303982147011427-2895325978428767718?l=ismailblgps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/feeds/2895325978428767718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6857303982147011427&amp;postID=2895325978428767718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/2895325978428767718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/2895325978428767718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-results.html' title='My results!'/><author><name>Ismail</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-6113773698336796293</id><published>2011-02-05T20:20:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T01:47:06.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What goes?</title><content type='html'>Love me, L-love me crazy but dont get too adapt cause this is a brief affair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanity!&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is meant for 2/5/11 actually but i didnt blog for so long and i found this piece!&lt;br /&gt;Today i'm going to blog on my religious class yesterday first.&lt;br /&gt;Then i'll update all of you on the "CNY 3-in-1 celebration".&lt;br /&gt;CNY = Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;I'll also blog on what goes into making a blog post, which I FORGOT!&lt;br /&gt;Well, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, yesterday everything went well.&lt;br /&gt;Except for the fact that my mum went to Johor for some cash payment bullshit she had to settle.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what it is, don't really care, don't wanna know, bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;She wasnt at home so the 'atmosphere' wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;What kind of atmosphere, huh?&lt;br /&gt;Whenever she's home she reminds that there's religious class at 1.15 and i need to get ready.&lt;br /&gt;Well, she wasnt home so i kinda forgot about it until i realised i was late.&lt;br /&gt;Not that i forgot, but that i forgot i had to be punctual or something.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't entirely forget the class.&lt;br /&gt;It's always the reason Saturday is so moody.&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, i got there at 1.30, and class hadn't started yet (thank god).&lt;br /&gt;So I took a seat and the teacher didnt realise i was late cause she was busy talking and laughing it off with one of the students.&lt;br /&gt;Irfan.&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;Well last week he had a reason to go off early because his aunt was in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;THIS WEEK, he had to go off because his grandmother is still unconscious.&lt;br /&gt;Or is it unconscious?&lt;br /&gt;Conscience.&lt;br /&gt;Conscious.&lt;br /&gt;Concsious.&lt;br /&gt;I DONT CARE AS LONG AS YOU UNDERSTAND!&lt;br /&gt;You know, the longer i look at a word that's logically spelt correctly, the more it looks like its misspelled.&lt;br /&gt;Or is it misspelt?&lt;br /&gt;Misspeled?&lt;br /&gt;Mispelled.&lt;br /&gt;HERE WE GO AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;So the teacher planned to do the lesson without using the slideshows.&lt;br /&gt;And i was like protesting you know i was like "NO NO SLIDESHOWS NO NO"!&lt;br /&gt;And she was like "We will use the slideshows alternately! We already used them last week we-"&lt;br /&gt;And she gave up.&lt;br /&gt;So she asked you guys wanna use the slideshows?&lt;br /&gt;She's not that kind of teacher who thinks her methods are always correct.&lt;br /&gt;The kind that will always think that her method is always the best.&lt;br /&gt;She's a model example of a teacher, as a student i feel that you really should ask the students how you're gonna conduct the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you will still teach but with an advantage - the students actually LIKE how you teach.&lt;br /&gt;You're not always right that using the whiteboard gain the attention of students.&lt;br /&gt;So she downloaded a quick save on "History of Muhammad at Taif".&lt;br /&gt;It's history of islam, like i told you guys on the last post on my religious class.&lt;br /&gt;Its just one blog post away.&lt;br /&gt;Recent readers can read it anytime.&lt;br /&gt;So Irfan told the teacher his mum sent him a message.&lt;br /&gt;And then he said he had to go home quick so the teacher, being what she is, said she would go to the office during prayers to call the mum to make sure.&lt;br /&gt;You really can't trust him so much.&lt;br /&gt;If you do you'll just end up losing it.&lt;br /&gt;And the other time he went home because of the same reason.&lt;br /&gt;Geez, anyway this post was meant for february, so that my archive wont just say 1 post in february.&lt;br /&gt;Is there only one post?&lt;br /&gt;I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;Neither do i care!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so i dont know what to write now cause i have long forgotten that day.&lt;br /&gt;It was really that long ago!&lt;br /&gt;Swear.&lt;br /&gt;There, that should put something in february..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook --&gt; http://www.facebook.com/RAIhaNAH97&lt;br /&gt;Hotmail --&gt; pemerintah_pontianak@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;Gmail --&gt; allahmahabesar@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;Youtube --&gt; http://www.youtube.com/user/ismailblgps97&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-7087305730462226549</id><published>2011-02-03T15:52:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T17:16:08.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year!</title><content type='html'>Hello freakazoids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year freaks!&lt;br /&gt;Haha, so i was hoping i could get to the point with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;So to the chinese, today's your day, get em red packets, rape the insides, give me the insides keep the packet and go have some FUN!&lt;br /&gt;Haha, so you see the chinese are like going to em grandpa ma houses with sharkfin birdnest chrysanthemum tea expensive coffee tea tonics and stuffs like that.&lt;br /&gt;And they dont expect anything in return.&lt;br /&gt;Well, they dont, but their young children do!&lt;br /&gt;Cheeky children always wanting money.&lt;br /&gt;So red packets are given out, and you know you get a hella lot of money when your grandpa calls you for a private talk!&lt;br /&gt;Haha, dont worry, we muslims get those too so we understand somehow.&lt;br /&gt;Yea though we muslims dont receive expensive gifts.&lt;br /&gt;Just a nice prayer for everyone, some green packets, a nice hearty greeting and forgiveness and off we go.&lt;br /&gt;So, to the chinese, sorry for the above mentioned comments, but other than that HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAAAAR!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so CNY aside, my blog is 3 years old!&lt;br /&gt;Oddly, i left that out on the New year post.&lt;br /&gt;Or did i?&lt;br /&gt;I dont remember ever doing that.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so my blog is now 3 years old and 2 months and counting.&lt;br /&gt;AND COUNTING!&lt;br /&gt;Okay so anyway, my blog has been with me through 3 years of ass kicking and getting my ass kicked too on the way, it has also been a cushion of hope to fall back on, cause somehow my blog is.. alive?&lt;br /&gt;I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;I thank my blog for all of my life, for being with me, through me, for me.&lt;br /&gt;Also thanks to the readers who listen, and thanks to the hate comments as well, cause without hate comments my blog would be BOO-RING.&lt;br /&gt;I kinda think that the one who stood up for me was Ira.&lt;br /&gt;Wait no.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know, but thanks to those who stood up for me as well, i was hoping you wouldnt so that i could annoy the fuck out of the one who wanted to do the same to me!&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;No hard feelings, i really feel good about it.&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, my blog has changed over the years, here it is with lady gaga's black and yellow (or referred by me as yellow jacket the black and yellow wasp) fame and vanity.&lt;br /&gt;Fashion and Vanity go together like twin sisters.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, dont ask why i think like that.&lt;br /&gt;So, continuing, this post will tell all of you about friends (on my perception), the society, what goes into making a blog post, and, well, i already said that but this post also was to wish my blog a 3 year old.&lt;br /&gt;Also in this post will be my studies!&lt;br /&gt;I did tell you guys i made it to Secondary 2 express, right?&lt;br /&gt;For you recent readers, its somewhere in the End of year 2010 to beginning of year 2011.&lt;br /&gt;Search for it in the blog archive.&lt;br /&gt;It gets easy there.&lt;br /&gt;So, i'll start with the topic friends.&lt;br /&gt;Friends, what are they?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, people who help you at the time of need...&lt;br /&gt;Okay this is starting to feel corny!&lt;br /&gt;Okay so anyway, don't friends help you?&lt;br /&gt;It is natural for friends to greet you with insults, call you names, laugh it off, unlike those lesbian childish friendships where one of them would say shut up the other would cry and the one who said shut up would go to her and say im sorry i didnt mean it and the other party would say dont do that again and the end.&lt;br /&gt;THAT IS SO LESBIAN.&lt;br /&gt;When i say shut up to a friend, me and her would usually laugh.&lt;br /&gt;My friend would then say okay fine and still laugh it off.&lt;br /&gt;So there are fake friends, here and there, who leave.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes fake friends leave you when real friends find you to stay with you.&lt;br /&gt;And the fake friends?&lt;br /&gt;Become real to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;So they're not really fake.&lt;br /&gt;I have to agree, they are one nation bitches.&lt;br /&gt;But they're fake towards you.&lt;br /&gt;And the quote "Let go for the happiness of both" doesnt just apply to relationships, it also applies to friends.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you gotta let go of them to be real with someone else who deserves them.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, we don't deserve everything right?&lt;br /&gt;There are things we deserve, things we don't.&lt;br /&gt;The things we don't, we shouldn't take by force.&lt;br /&gt;So when you have friends who turn on you, don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;God has a part to play in this.&lt;br /&gt;Fate has, too.&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone will leave you,&lt;br /&gt;And when they leave you, someone else WILL come by and replace them.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;Because the things in life come exchanged.&lt;br /&gt;YES i do make friends with the opposite sex most of the times.&lt;br /&gt;That dont mean i'm gay!&lt;br /&gt;Remember the quote "a girl and a guy can be bestfriends, but they will fall for each other once, might be temporary, might be forever, might be short, but they will fall for each other"?&lt;br /&gt;Well, that happens.&lt;br /&gt;Once i fell for this girl called Dinie, yes, its the same dinie you hear from the last post.&lt;br /&gt;Well it was a crush and lasted a while.&lt;br /&gt;After it was gone we became bestfriends without falling!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, sometimes it helps to confess.&lt;br /&gt;When you do, you would feel secure once its over.&lt;br /&gt;Cause like the quote says, it might happen temporarily.&lt;br /&gt;Once its happened, it wont happen again.&lt;br /&gt;So i feel so safe.&lt;br /&gt;I actually allow my feelings to get to me.&lt;br /&gt;So that i can have the secure feeling.&lt;br /&gt;So it proves, i'm not gay.&lt;br /&gt;Which brings us to the next topic, the society!&lt;br /&gt;The society nowadays take alotta things to be weird :/&lt;br /&gt;I mean, gaga can't just come over here to Singapore in a meat dress without getting stared at.&lt;br /&gt;Not just stared though.&lt;br /&gt;Some might just eat the meat.&lt;br /&gt;*shivers*&lt;br /&gt;That might be weird, but people do it.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what meat it was, but i was hoping i could find out.&lt;br /&gt;I dont bother to look it up, if its there its there.&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have friends tell me.&lt;br /&gt;This gives you a clue on how to help me out.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so you see, the society nowadays gets ugly.&lt;br /&gt;People would no longer care who's doing what.&lt;br /&gt;And only those who find it useful will do it.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody will look at someone who's doing construction and suddenly falls down into a deep pool of quicksand.&lt;br /&gt;No one will help, seeing as if they were pulled together in, both dies.&lt;br /&gt;Some just walk away.&lt;br /&gt;Some might just not even think about it and just sit there.&lt;br /&gt;They'll be like, who cares if he dies?&lt;br /&gt;His relatives in his country will weep, move on, thats it.&lt;br /&gt;Whats there to help?&lt;br /&gt;For me, i'm not that strong.&lt;br /&gt;I'm weak.&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably call the ambulance, police, and firefighters.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know who to call so i'll just call 911 999 and 995.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why they're all 99, dont know how the number got created, dont know how they pick it up, dont care.&lt;br /&gt;So then he'll be saved alright, but the world will be there just for one darned man drowing in a pool he was born in.&lt;br /&gt;Precisely my point, why should the world stop whatever they're doing just to save one man?&lt;br /&gt;I swear a beggar would rather be left begging than have the whole world donate him 5 cents.&lt;br /&gt;Too much money to be put in that shit bowl.&lt;br /&gt;The public is getting more ignorant by the day,&lt;br /&gt;And guys who make friends with girls most of the time are considered gay.&lt;br /&gt;Which they're not!&lt;br /&gt;If they're gay they would be with boys.&lt;br /&gt;I mean gays don't like girls, they like boys.&lt;br /&gt;So why girls?&lt;br /&gt;So don't point fingers.&lt;br /&gt;Look who's gay.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, okay you may stop pointing fingers now.&lt;br /&gt;So as i was saying, the society is unpredictable, but this is what they are, so we appreciate them.&lt;br /&gt;I mean like fashion trends, they change everytime, and we have to follow if we wanna fashionise.&lt;br /&gt;Dont know whats fashionise, dont care, dont know where i got it from, i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the post should be ending right about now.&lt;br /&gt;I thank all of you for reading this,&lt;br /&gt;To the chinese once again Happy Chinese New Year, food's in your kitchen, money's with your elders, Have fun.&lt;br /&gt;Happy three year old, Blogger :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook --&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/RAIhaNAH97"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/RAIhaNAH97&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotmail --&gt; &lt;a href="mailto:pemerintah_pontianak@hotmail.com"&gt;pemerintah_pontianak@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gmail --&gt; &lt;a href="mailto:allahmahabesar@gmail.com"&gt;allahmahabesar@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youtube --&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/ismailblgps97"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/ismailblgps97&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twitter --&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/IsmailOkayBye"&gt;http://www.twitter.com/IsmailOkayBye&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-6539246481887216614</id><published>2011-02-03T06:51:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T15:51:11.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gucci Fendi et Prada</title><content type='html'>Vavavavavavanity, Vavanityyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are, who you wear its true.&lt;br /&gt;Hello guys!&lt;br /&gt;Welcome.&lt;br /&gt;So i was planning on writing about last week.&lt;br /&gt;Last week of January.&lt;br /&gt;Cause you see i wasnt able to publish on the day itself, I mean i already tried posting exactly on a saturday but it just dont fit no more!&lt;br /&gt;Its like as if yes, i am posting 4 times a month, sometimes i miss some but when i miss some it goes into the post of the next month.&lt;br /&gt;So its like yes i am posting 4 times a month, though its not exactly all one per week.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so last week, i will start with religious class.&lt;br /&gt;It went normal, though class ended early.&lt;br /&gt;Irfan went home too fast though.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if he was lying, but he said his aunt was in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty good lie if you ask me, but maybe it was true.&lt;br /&gt;I mean the teacher could see he was quiet the WHOLE day,&lt;br /&gt;We all thought he didnt breathe a word.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway before you think i'm gay or whatever, Irfan is like a "part of the team" kind of guy.&lt;br /&gt;Not like those blood brothers, that IS gay.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sure what conspired at the hospital, hope his aunt is safe lol.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so mostly religious class went normal.&lt;br /&gt;Except Farhan wasnt there.&lt;br /&gt;Every week its like alternate people get absent.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know when it'll be MY turn though!&lt;br /&gt;:D So i was hoping i could also be absent.&lt;br /&gt;But what could be the reason?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went through history.&lt;br /&gt;And Arab.&lt;br /&gt;History of Islam, not the History of the Bitchy Tang Dynasty.&lt;br /&gt;Where women were so white you wouldnt be able to differentiate them from a ghost if they didnt wear those long robes.&lt;br /&gt;And possibly the short almost-could-see-the-beginning-of-your-vagina red suits!&lt;br /&gt;Before you think i'm racist, look for some history.&lt;br /&gt;History of Hitler the Killer of Jews.&lt;br /&gt;Or possibly the Hero of the World for killing jews paedophiles homosexuals gays lesbians and freaks.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I just learnt that in History class in public school.&lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe not cause i was reading a book on The Wave which tells of a story of a History Teacher who begins a discipline experiment transforming everyone in the school to be members of The Wave.&lt;br /&gt;It got ugly.&lt;br /&gt;People who gave resistance to The Wave were rumoured to be beatened up.&lt;br /&gt;Or is it rumored?&lt;br /&gt;Oh dont give me that spelling bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;I got like, what, A+ for my english?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it an A-?&lt;br /&gt;Oh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so after History religious class was over we all went for the afternoon prayers.&lt;br /&gt;Which, of course, took place in the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;Strangely though, Irfan wasnt even close to breaking the prayers into heaps of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;He was quiet.&lt;br /&gt;Bahaha, he was better off that way.&lt;br /&gt;I mean one time he rose for the next round of prayers in a fighting position.&lt;br /&gt;Also one time he pulled down the pants of the Imaam.&lt;br /&gt;And so you could imagine what conspired during usual prayers.&lt;br /&gt;After prayers we re arranged the seating back to normal, and lesson for History continued.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, the teacher used presentation slides for the lessons, which turned the Andalus classroom pitch dark.&lt;br /&gt;But it was fun cause no one can see you sleeping in the dark!&lt;br /&gt;Not like the teacher had a torchlight and would shine it at me to wake me up!&lt;br /&gt;So i fell asleep and woke up only to realise the lights were switched on and lesson was almost ending.&lt;br /&gt;Whoa oh ho!&lt;br /&gt;Guessed that was some shuteye.&lt;br /&gt;And for the record, I CAN sleep in class.&lt;br /&gt;The teacher didnt even wink at me.&lt;br /&gt;She probably didnt know i was alive lol.&lt;br /&gt;So you see, that's how my Andalus class ends for last week.&lt;br /&gt;And oh, next post coming, i'll be talking about friends and society.&lt;br /&gt;And also coming, the topic What goes into a weekly blog post will be in next post.&lt;br /&gt;Oh fuck yeah it'll be long.&lt;br /&gt;Nahh, fuck no, probably the same size as any everyday post.&lt;br /&gt;I'll also be wishing my blog a happy 3 years old birthday!&lt;br /&gt;So, tune in and dont forget to volume up.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to lady gaga while reading my blog is nice.&lt;br /&gt;It fits cause my world and life revolves around Gaga!&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I also would like to thank my mum for letting me buy a new green bag and new northstar size 6 school shoes!&lt;br /&gt;YES we went shopping at Jurong Point (You foreigners MUST come over) and boought those stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;The bag was 39.90 (or was it 59.90?), shoes was 30.90 (why are they all 90 cents extra? talk about desperate cash) so together they're about $80 singaporean dollars.&lt;br /&gt;or 160 malaysian ringgit.&lt;br /&gt;Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;Okay malaysians, singaporeans, Foreigners and Ira (winkwink), Have a nice day!&lt;br /&gt;Oh one more thing.&lt;br /&gt;Remember i told you guys about the group i have with my friends?&lt;br /&gt;Okay i called it Color Gruppe but we're labelled the Clique.&lt;br /&gt;YES WE'RE A REAL CLIQUE IT FEELS FUCKING AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;Well i actually saved up 15.00 to buy a new green earpiece to match my bag cause my green earpiece my sister gave me (story of it in my birthday post, there's 2 of them so read both to know the story!) was a little bit cranky cause certain twisting in the wires causes the earpiece to be silent.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;To think about it, its still working and why not get something with friends right?&lt;br /&gt;Yes so i didnt buy the earpiece (afterall that thing was a birthday present! :'( ) but i bought some stuffs that totally matches the Clique.&lt;br /&gt;Same watch brand with different colors of our own, same water bottles (mine didnt match, it was bigger and costed more) with different colors of our own, and coming soon, We'll each have our own "Camera wallet" with our own colors.&lt;br /&gt;Well i'm not too sure if they're still there but well for reasons of Clique i guess its worth a try,&lt;br /&gt;I wont tell you guys the prices, it's private!&lt;br /&gt;I also wont tell you where i bought it for the same reasons.&lt;br /&gt;I'm asking Dinie to buy it for me cause she knows where it is and so i was hoping i would give her the money, she'll do the spending.&lt;br /&gt;I trust her, yes, whats the use of a clique of bestfriends if you dont even know if you could trust each other!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so i guess i'll end here after trying to end twice just now, so hope it was fun to read as it was fun to blog!&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely yours, Ismail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook --&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/RAIhaNAH97"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/RAIhaNAH97&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotmail --&gt; &lt;a href="mailto:pemerintah_pontianak@hotmail.com"&gt;pemerintah_pontianak@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gmail --&gt; &lt;a href="mailto:allahmahabesar@gmail.com"&gt;allahmahabesar@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youtube --&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/ismailblgps97"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/ismailblgps97&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twitter --&gt; &lt;a 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href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/2011/02/vavavavavavanity-vavanityyyyy-you-are.html' title='Gucci Fendi et Prada'/><author><name>Ismail</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-3216851094834730431</id><published>2011-01-23T00:43:00.009-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T06:50:38.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brooma broomama, Gagaga!</title><content type='html'>Baby baby hello helloo hello, hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol i'm talking to a fish.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;Okay hey guys.&lt;br /&gt;Today i'll start off with my religious class updates.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, yesterday i didn't get to blog cause i was busy and shit.&lt;br /&gt;But today hell yeah im in!&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;I'll update on my religious class first.&lt;br /&gt;Well today, i tricked an old man.&lt;br /&gt;By old man i mean a bus driver.&lt;br /&gt;And trick i mean cheat.&lt;br /&gt;And cheat i mean i tapped the ez link and it burst a loud sound and said no credit left pay cash and i didnt pay cash.&lt;br /&gt;And by that i mean on my way home.&lt;br /&gt;And by on my way home i mean i bought an icy mocha soya milk before going home.&lt;br /&gt;And by before going home i mean at 4 45 after i alighted from that tricked bus.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA OKAY SORRY i'll stop it.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so i tricked him, he smiled, didnt get the trick, hu-ha.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid ass.&lt;br /&gt;Okay i went to my religious class at about 1.10, i was almost 5 minutes late but which devil in hell cares.&lt;br /&gt;I was punctual and not early nor late!&lt;br /&gt;Hmhm so i went into class and oh syahiddin and amir wasnt there.&lt;br /&gt;Amir the fag.&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding though, its just a joke.&lt;br /&gt;We call him fag everytime.&lt;br /&gt;Like asking for a pencil.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey fag you got a pencil?"&lt;br /&gt;Yeah sure he'll get hurt emotionally but in the end he'll still give the pencil.&lt;br /&gt;So don't give me no bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;Okay then syahiddin is our class guy remote control.&lt;br /&gt;Probably cause he's the eldest among guys and probably most matured too.&lt;br /&gt;He controls irfan, that white ass crazy bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Irfan is a real pain in the ass sometimes but when you're on the bad side he's really a boost.&lt;br /&gt;On the good side, you'll just be beaten up somehow.&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally physically gaysically.&lt;br /&gt;Or stupidically.&lt;br /&gt;Or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so i went to my religious class with only less than half of all boys present.&lt;br /&gt;But irfan was there.&lt;br /&gt;So i had fun when the teacher went out for a while then got bored again when she came back then i had a headache and bullshit and went home.&lt;br /&gt;Before i went home, on the way me and irfan went to this night market which sold his favourite ramli burgers.&lt;br /&gt;So after we bought those bullshit we went to the bus stop to catch the bus.&lt;br /&gt;And that's when i cheated the old man.&lt;br /&gt;I already continued the story just now, so uhh i'll go on with something else.&lt;br /&gt;Okay!&lt;br /&gt;So my religious class times is over, I'll proceed to lets say THE END of this post?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA guess you guys weren't expecting that.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;But what can i do?&lt;br /&gt;Okay i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;I just found my hardcore favorite science teacher and maths teacher, named Mrs Chang and Miss Kang.&lt;br /&gt;YES, people from Europe, these people are chinese.&lt;br /&gt;So live with it cause they're my favorite teachers.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY i just seen this video, "Lady Gaga undresses LisaNova..." and i heard this song they made, "Free witch".&lt;br /&gt;Okay the song didnt have a title, i made it up so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so i need to update you guys on something.&lt;br /&gt;There's a friend that turns enemy, enemy that turns friend.&lt;br /&gt;Strangely though, for me and the Awesomes it happens at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't name them here.&lt;br /&gt;But i have a feeling, just a gut feeling, someone's turned on us.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;I dont observe behavior, i observe attention.&lt;br /&gt;Much like a bat which screeches and when the screeching bounces on a surface the bat knows exactly where that surface is.&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling, one of us actually is trying to turn each other hostile.&lt;br /&gt;This person is alone.&lt;br /&gt;Not many friends around her, a lot of friends are far away.&lt;br /&gt;Hopeless bitch.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you realise that without us, you are nothing.&lt;br /&gt;And even if you succeed in the conspiracy, know that i do not need you that much anyway.&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, why am i suddenly so epic?&lt;br /&gt;Okay lol i dont usually blog about something like this but, it leaves me no choice but to leave a warning.&lt;br /&gt;And what better place to leave a warning than your friendly neighborhood blog?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, so now everyone knows this blog isnt just about me.&lt;br /&gt;Its about my life, and how it revolves with things that happen.&lt;br /&gt;Much like a gossip diary.&lt;br /&gt;But less wrong...&lt;br /&gt;Unless you consider those times where i sai-&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I just formed a Group with the first original members.&lt;br /&gt;I, personally, named it the Color Gruppe.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;I was told not to make a group cause it may cause group fights.&lt;br /&gt;But nahh.&lt;br /&gt;I mean we always go together, hang out together, do stuffs together its like, people are already making group names in their heads and in between gossips.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i am interschoolly famous, and whoever hangs out with me gets the umbrella, and whats more, they already are carrying an umbrella of fame!&lt;br /&gt;Its like barack obama, S.R. Nathan, Solsilo bambang yudhyono was together in a car talking about life.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we're in the vanity club.&lt;br /&gt;Touch me, t-touch me baby but dont mess up my hair (ohhh ohh ohhh)&lt;br /&gt;Okay turn it off before i get horny.&lt;br /&gt;So, you guys were asking for it, here it is, and if you dont mind, im gonna work on last week's post.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, till the next time, farewell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook --&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/RAIhaNAH97"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/RAIhaNAH97&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotmail --&gt; &lt;a href="mailto:pemerintah_pontianak@hotmail.com"&gt;pemerintah_pontianak@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gmail --&gt; &lt;a href="mailto:allahmahabesar@gmail.com"&gt;allahmahabesar@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youtube --&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/ismailblgps97"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/ismailblgps97&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twitter --&gt; &lt;a 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href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/2011/01/brooma-broomama-gagaga.html' title='Brooma broomama, Gagaga!'/><author><name>Ismail</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-6738587230906138863</id><published>2011-01-15T21:59:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T00:20:01.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 2011!</title><content type='html'>Well hello there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i begin with the social networking post, i need to start off my new year eve's blog!&lt;br /&gt;It's been 2 years!&lt;br /&gt;3 cheers for me!&lt;br /&gt;Okay no, first of all 3 cheers is for sarcastic dumb blondes, and i do not, want dumb blondes reading my blog.&lt;br /&gt;It creates a bad impression.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a blonde, an already dumb white girl with golden dumb dead barbie hair.&lt;br /&gt;Reading my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeekrgh :/&lt;br /&gt;Okay, no discrimination, and happy new year everyone!&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year to you blondes too, if that'll make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;I know, it's a little bit too late for the new year celebration.&lt;br /&gt;But come on even the chinese celebrate new year on february, and us muslims celebrate the new year in last 5/6/7/8 december 2010.&lt;br /&gt;It's either too early or too late.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway random notice but sorry i haven't been blogging, i would have done it but i got sick everytime i want to.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah i just recovered from some sickness who combined forces (Sore Eyes, Flu, Fever, Cough, Sore Throat) against me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, i just recovered so read on!&lt;br /&gt;Hmm so i also wanna make an announcement.&lt;br /&gt;You know who's Ira Natasha?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm well she's one of my readers, and also one of close friends!&lt;br /&gt;She's a faithful reader, as told by herself :/&lt;br /&gt;So i'm making this opportunity to announce her on this blog post!&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;The Social Network.&lt;br /&gt;Something that has always entertained us.&lt;br /&gt;Entertained me, if not any of you :/&lt;br /&gt;There's Formspring for questions, Facebook for your friends, Blogger for your pouring daily life complaints and experiences, Tumblr for idiots, Omegle for porno perverts, and all other shit like that.&lt;br /&gt;Formspring.&lt;br /&gt;Where people ask, tell, and answer.&lt;br /&gt;Negative, positive, stupid questions.&lt;br /&gt;Doyouhaveamum questions, doyouhaveadad questions, negative questions.&lt;br /&gt;Whatdoyouliketodo questions, wannahangout questions, positive questions.&lt;br /&gt;Areyougay questions, areyouaboyoragirl questions, stupid questions.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, so that's all there is for Formspring, besides the anonymous people and their bullshit :/&lt;br /&gt;So besides questions Formspring is basically nothing.&lt;br /&gt;There was this question which asked me what is your youtube story?&lt;br /&gt;And i was like get lost fag!&lt;br /&gt;Cause one day, me and my friend Dino (She's really named Dino but we call 'er Dinie the Popularity Immigration, we're all about equal opportunity up in here!) went to see my youtube accoount and my videos, and she saw one of my videos "The end part 2" and yes it was crazy, and she put it up on facebook!&lt;br /&gt;That asshole.&lt;br /&gt;Sure i like when people acknowledge my videos but not a crazy ass one like that.&lt;br /&gt;That one is just plain "whatithoughtwasgoodstuff".&lt;br /&gt;Now i dont think like that, ever again!&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;So Twitter.&lt;br /&gt;Something that i always loved.&lt;br /&gt;There's Voldemort cracking jokes, and with his pictures that look like noseless bullshit, and stuffs that entertain.&lt;br /&gt;There's Shane Dawson and his video updates.&lt;br /&gt;There's Brittani Taylor and her cute voice.&lt;br /&gt;And other bull shit like them.&lt;br /&gt;Its just good, though i wouldve thought they could improve on the speed on which i can tweet :/ it lags sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;So there's the Twitpics, a place you can retweet pictures or publish them for your own self.&lt;br /&gt;Or even pornography :/&lt;br /&gt;Hmm so literally, Twitter is a perfect world, i couldn't agree more!&lt;br /&gt;There hasn't been any bully cases on twitter has there?&lt;br /&gt;No, so its safe!&lt;br /&gt;So Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;Something our friends get on to meet us.&lt;br /&gt;Post on walls, comment on pictures, like a video, share an ugly photo of yourself, and shit like that.&lt;br /&gt;It sometimes doesnt work out though.&lt;br /&gt;It seems as if to not be random on your statuses was wrong :/&lt;br /&gt;I dont know, randomness is what makes facebook great and enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;And its fan pages and like pages with love quotes for emo faggots, ohh some of them understand us like a song!&lt;br /&gt;Like this one:&lt;br /&gt;"I imagine things that will never happen in real life"&lt;br /&gt;PRECISELY RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;I do, dont know if you dont, dont care if you do, shut up.&lt;br /&gt;So its a place for a lot of conflicts and also for its reknown minahreps (girls known for reputation - the bad ones) and matreps (guy version of minahrep) who slipped in to this uninvited domain called facebook.&lt;br /&gt;While they already had enough on friendster!&lt;br /&gt;Which is, by the way, starting to get boring.&lt;br /&gt;Wait, it already is boring.&lt;br /&gt;So boring, that no one ever goes there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;From happy face friendster, to sad face friendster.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I hate friendster and how it makes me hate them.&lt;br /&gt;So those minah and mat reps are like flies from a malaysian food court who got on the tourist bus back to singapore.&lt;br /&gt;Except in this case the flies are the reps, malaysia is friendster and singapore is facebook.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, bad things aside, lets talk about how useful it is to us.&lt;br /&gt;Not very useful, but it lets you keep in touch.&lt;br /&gt;Except those stupid dontknowhowtousetheinternet faggots.&lt;br /&gt;Facebook is like : What's on your mind? Stupid Faggots are like : *slams head on keyboard and goes to sleep*&lt;br /&gt;See what i mean?&lt;br /&gt;Stupid ass.&lt;br /&gt;All like them do exist in this world unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;So it's like stupid because:&lt;br /&gt;1)Why are they on the internet?&lt;br /&gt;2)Why are they so full of bullshit?&lt;br /&gt;No, why are THEY bullshit?&lt;br /&gt;Okay moving on.&lt;br /&gt;Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;Something i personally like myself, its convenient and it doesnt have fucking REBLOGS WHICH OVERTAKE YOUR BLOG POSTS AND MAKE IT CONFUSING!&lt;br /&gt;I hate tumblr personally.&lt;br /&gt;My friends all use Tumblr, and i dont care then my friends are all idiots.&lt;br /&gt;No discrimination!&lt;br /&gt;So blogger, isnt it convenient that you can just type out your daily experiences or monthly experiences on it?&lt;br /&gt;Okay i know tumblr also have those they even have special "quote quoters" as one of the blog posts which makes tumblr better but NO.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe blogger should change the logo "B" to a picture of a brain - personally because blogger is for people with brains.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so lets move on.&lt;br /&gt;We're on the last 2!&lt;br /&gt;This one's my favorite - not - : Tumblr.&lt;br /&gt;Tumblr is basically blogking of fashion but nahh, that's onsugar.&lt;br /&gt;Tumblr is just a stupid place where you reblog stuffs you think are nice.&lt;br /&gt;"Stuffs" include unprofessional stupid quotes, vans products, and all bullshit like that.&lt;br /&gt;There are also pictures of girl lips, those kind of blurry picture which look like the camera just had smoked some marijua and was still high when it took the picture :/&lt;br /&gt;Disgusting!&lt;br /&gt;Okay to be fair tumblr does have the good things.&lt;br /&gt;Look!&lt;br /&gt;A simple "New post" on blogger becomes "post/quote/pictures/videos/audios" on tumblr.&lt;br /&gt;Its separated so that its easy.&lt;br /&gt;BUT other than that it just sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so the last one, OMEGLE!&lt;br /&gt;A place where dino brought me.&lt;br /&gt;Also a place she hates sometimes cause she likes to use the webcam to show her body.&lt;br /&gt;ONLY TO FIND there are guys who also do that and freak her out so she restart another conversation and does the same.&lt;br /&gt;But its not all about the body.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes she even meets up with some fierce left out girl who believes in her own intentions and interests and doesnt care about what people think.&lt;br /&gt;Just like me, to be frank :/&lt;br /&gt;Or people who are gonna kill themselves, people with no life, guys who masturbate in the camera when she switches it on, and stuffs like that.&lt;br /&gt;I for once met one girl who's 15 and i was like WHERE AND WHAT'S YOUR FACEBOOK?!&lt;br /&gt;But she said nahh, i only use facebook for people who i know in real life.&lt;br /&gt;Oh so i'm not real enough for you?&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;So Omegle was a mix of perverts and sweet innocent people.&lt;br /&gt;2 extremes which dont mix well but still do :/&lt;br /&gt;So the internet is full of bullshit and things that also make you smile :)&lt;br /&gt;Nahh, i'm just fucking with ya.&lt;br /&gt;Switch on the website and watch that woman break her ass with a dildo, hah.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously.&lt;br /&gt;It IS full of people who are extremes, people who are too evil and people who are just so innocent the slightest touch from her kills you.&lt;br /&gt;So on my advice, surf carefully, for those who dont have an account from anyone of those, go ahead make them.&lt;br /&gt;I'll only give you my youtube, gmail, hotmail, and twitter!&lt;br /&gt;Okay so thanks again to Ira for reading this blog, i should thank you some day ;D&lt;br /&gt;So Surf carefully, have fun, love you guys, will miss you all, bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook --&gt; 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It's special.&lt;br /&gt;It's what my mum paid $1380 for!&lt;br /&gt;Obviously it's worth something.&lt;br /&gt;Not your school's 20 dollars "Start Right" workshop.&lt;br /&gt;So this was organized by an international genius.&lt;br /&gt;He activated his midbrain and was able to read cards and literally everything.&lt;br /&gt;Like IC numbers and serial numbers found on a dollar note.&lt;br /&gt;And also learnt to cycle closing his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;HE can do all this, blindfolded.&lt;br /&gt;And this is done by activating the midbrain, allowing it to send brainwaves which will bounce back.&lt;br /&gt;Much like how a bat 'sees' in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;It screeches, and the sound bounds back from any surface back to its ears, which allows it to know where it's going.&lt;br /&gt;It even works when its closing in on bugs.&lt;br /&gt;So i went for this programme.&lt;br /&gt;It's actually for KIDS aged 5/6 - 11/12.&lt;br /&gt;So it's great.&lt;br /&gt;I was 13 a few days before i entered the programme.&lt;br /&gt;But i still needed an interview.&lt;br /&gt;BEcause, since i am out of the age boundary, i need to do 20% more.&lt;br /&gt;Kids do 100%, i'll do 120%.&lt;br /&gt;So that's the way.&lt;br /&gt;The 2 day programme was done beside a Singapore Dojo Club.&lt;br /&gt;At Kallang.&lt;br /&gt;So it starts at 8, and ends at 5.&lt;br /&gt;Am to Pm.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i entered the room to see a number of kids there.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know, i was the only senior one there, the others were just either primary 5 or primary 6 the next year.&lt;br /&gt;So i was feeling awkward and wanted to actually try to fit in.&lt;br /&gt;Which means doing what they did.&lt;br /&gt;WHICH MEANS DOING KID STUFF.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmrph.&lt;br /&gt;I was so sad there weren't any malay guys or girls who would be a friend.&lt;br /&gt;They're all rich people.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i'm rich too!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so rich my mum would spend 1580 on my mindchamp workshop.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, so i guess all i could do after that programme was read cards (pokercards, uno cards, credit cards) and their colors.&lt;br /&gt;COME ON, i'm only a level 1 genius.&lt;br /&gt;There's 2 more levels.&lt;br /&gt;Which of course would eventually cost more than a thousand 500.&lt;br /&gt;I feel it might cost double, and double means 1500, 3000, 4500.&lt;br /&gt;I guess?&lt;br /&gt;I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this post is to be published on 20th december, so im changing the date.&lt;br /&gt;In my next january post, i'll be talking about the social network.&lt;br /&gt;And also my weekly religious class!&lt;br /&gt;Funny random shit happens, fucked up stuffs too so go check it out once its out.&lt;br /&gt;AND YES I'M WORKING ON IT RIGHT AFTER THIS.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, see you next post, love yaaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, i have an activated twitter, (yes it was "deactivated" long ago cause i, like ke$ha, dont know how to use it. all i did was slam my head on the keyboard and fell asleep :/) go follow it, dont if you dont :/&lt;br /&gt;So see you on the next post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook --&gt; 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SAKURA BUFFET TREAT!&lt;br /&gt;Remember i told you early readers about my trip with my dad and sis at a buffet restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;Sakura.&lt;br /&gt;Well, its my second time now!&lt;br /&gt;I tasted the Wasabi.&lt;br /&gt;Ouch, said my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;AHH it was hot!&lt;br /&gt;And eaten with raw salmon?&lt;br /&gt;I cant imagine that but i did it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;So I ate a lot of new things.&lt;br /&gt;Things like seasoned salad(?) and sushi noodles.&lt;br /&gt;No you idiot, its not sushi.&lt;br /&gt;It's sushi noodles complete with sushi noodle dressing and sauce.&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt eat durian rice balls, i'm allergic to it.&lt;br /&gt;I get asthma.&lt;br /&gt;So i actually ate a lot of new things there, like shrimp fry.&lt;br /&gt;I'm serious i never tried that before.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so i'm sorry this post came late, and that i didnt post for the past december.&lt;br /&gt;Well, a lot of new things happened.&lt;br /&gt;Did i tell you i went for Drama SYF audition?&lt;br /&gt;Well it happened before my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Mm, a week away actually.&lt;br /&gt;So i'm sure you know my birthday is on the 2nd december.&lt;br /&gt;I think i just told you :/&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thats all for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;On the 4th of december till the 5th , i went for this enrichment.&lt;br /&gt;It was a workshop for activating for your midbrain.&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise called developing a genius out of you.&lt;br /&gt;I got the certificate safely back home, labelling me a international-wide genius level 1.&lt;br /&gt;Don't kid with me, the workshop alone costed $1480.&lt;br /&gt;If it is known that the child attending the workshop is willing to go for it, then the price is reduced by $100.&lt;br /&gt;This enrichment was my mum's gift for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;I'll update you all on that.&lt;br /&gt;So on the 6th of december till the 8th, i went to a holiday organized by my mother's school at Port Dickson in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;It was nice!&lt;br /&gt;Good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;To be precise, we were at Selesa Beach Resort.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special happened there, except for the part which me and my sister took pictures.&lt;br /&gt;And also when i lost my itouch.&lt;br /&gt;A.k.a. ipod touch.&lt;br /&gt;Well I was careless for a while and you take that as granted.&lt;br /&gt;Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the pictures i took with my sister are all posted at facebook, add me if you want.&lt;br /&gt;So here's generally what happened.&lt;br /&gt;I was walking with my sister at the seashore.&lt;br /&gt;There was this couple, one of my mother's colleague, who wanted to take a picture there.&lt;br /&gt;They requested my help, and i wanted to help anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I put my itouch down and grabbed their camera.&lt;br /&gt;I took 2 pictures of them before i followed my sister to the seaside.&lt;br /&gt;I never mentioned myself taking back the itouch right?&lt;br /&gt;So i went back to take it.&lt;br /&gt;And it's gone!&lt;br /&gt;So that's how it got lost.&lt;br /&gt;Well besides that, nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;Everything was fine.&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast was fine.&lt;br /&gt;Free and easy time was fine.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was fine.&lt;br /&gt;Afternight emo time was fine too.&lt;br /&gt;So i guess the holiday was all fine, even the customs gave me leeway.&lt;br /&gt;Hey wait, i didnt even know i had chewing gum on me.&lt;br /&gt;So i thought i threw it away.&lt;br /&gt;But nahh, it was somewhere in the folds of my pants.&lt;br /&gt;I passed through the immigration like water.&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;And by accident, too.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm too bad i cant share it, itll be deliberate offence.&lt;br /&gt;So what im gonna do is finish it all up and throw it away.&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, i dont know WHY the government is so intent on anti-gums.&lt;br /&gt;Aren't their teeth made of it?&lt;br /&gt;Or part of it?&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the enrichment and workshop both went well.&lt;br /&gt;I think i told you all that i had a drama audition for syf '11.&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's another one yet tomorrow, december 15th on wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going off now, enjoy your holidays!&lt;br /&gt;And oh, to those christians out there, catch this!&lt;br /&gt;DECK THE HALLS WITH BOUGHS OF HOLLY FALALALALA, LALA LALA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook --&gt; 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Come again! Mmmhmm, you take care too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i wave the guests out, as they start leaving.&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, today i fell asleep at 2.&lt;br /&gt;I thought the guests were gonna arrive at 12, then i waited until 1.30, i went to my room, got tired on facebook and ZZZZZZZ!&lt;br /&gt;I woke up hearing a scream!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I heard a scream from one of the guests's children.&lt;br /&gt;Well they always made noise whenever they arrive.&lt;br /&gt;I heard them at 3.&lt;br /&gt;I fell back asleep and slept all the way till 4.&lt;br /&gt;Then woke up after which i fell asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;Woke back up at 5, where my mum woke me up.&lt;br /&gt;Well i had to give my greetings to my guests, which were only a few.&lt;br /&gt;The rest went home in my slumber.&lt;br /&gt;So i woke up to give greetings and prayers.&lt;br /&gt;Well it was very easy to do those.&lt;br /&gt;But what was hard was my little brother.&lt;br /&gt;Well he wasn't okay with the children.&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to play with them but he couldnt cause he's scared.&lt;br /&gt;Cute, though very stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;He kept pulling my folds.&lt;br /&gt;It was annoying!&lt;br /&gt;But i pitied him.&lt;br /&gt;It wasnt everyday he got to play with his cousins.&lt;br /&gt;Fellow half cousins!&lt;br /&gt;So i followed him to the balcony a.k.a. playing room/ basement.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we invented names for it.&lt;br /&gt;It's considered a room okay!&lt;br /&gt;So for the guests we had cow lungs, chicken cooked in red sauce (?), fried chicken, rice cooked in tomato sauce, mutton meat, and goat meat.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and pickles too.&lt;br /&gt;So that should be enough i guess, for the stomachs of the guests.&lt;br /&gt;We had aa few in remark.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Sani and Wife&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Sani elder daughter&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Sani younger daughter&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Maslan and Wife&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Anipa&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's brother and Wife&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's brother's 2 daughters&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's brother's son&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's brother (Lanun) and Wife&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's brother's 3 daughters&lt;br /&gt;So there were quite a lot of people, though the hall still had seats for 7 other families.&lt;br /&gt;Food was half finished, which is quite unusual as the guests dont look that hungry!&lt;br /&gt;So i was thinking, when i was asleep, who made it here?&lt;br /&gt;Who made it out without remembering me?!&lt;br /&gt;No one could!&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, so anyway tomorrow im getting out to fetch the gifts.&lt;br /&gt;At approximately 1230, im going out.&lt;br /&gt;But at 8 in the morning me and my sister will be out jogging.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, been so long since i jogged.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was so long that i guess my body wouldnt be able to jog for 3 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;Cause i need to get used to a lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;But if i cant even jog, i might as well just die on my bed, unable to even die.&lt;br /&gt;So its like now is nighttime, no, its morning already, but it looks like night so damn the morning, its night!&lt;br /&gt;7 in the morning, thats when morning starts!&lt;br /&gt;Assholes, those who came up with that!&lt;br /&gt;So its like now my sister is irritating me, she's being a real asshole.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm what else should i update you?&lt;br /&gt;Mostly what i did today is sleep and eat and entertain guests.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, so perhaps i'll create a new post later this end of the week, probably sunday, the day before my religious PSLE exams.&lt;br /&gt;I need to get my game face on!&lt;br /&gt;I hadnt really been studying.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, even if i fail, i'll still be promoted.&lt;br /&gt;It's not like i have to repeat or go to a class of low idiots.&lt;br /&gt;I already received my class list.&lt;br /&gt;So there, done and done.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if this post didnt come at exactly 9,10, or 11.&lt;br /&gt;It came at fucking 1230.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook --&gt; &lt;a 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i went for my annual Hari Raya Haji prayers.&lt;br /&gt;So you see when we get to the mosque we chant this takbir.&lt;br /&gt;This takbir is very consistent and is in sequence.&lt;br /&gt;The, uhh, priest says the first line.&lt;br /&gt;Then we follow.&lt;br /&gt;Then as a priest leading the prayers he goes with his line.&lt;br /&gt;We the followers of the prayers go with our line.&lt;br /&gt;And so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;Because this was very consistent, naturally i felt sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;I started to take long blinks and visualising me sleeping on my bed, so comfortable....&lt;br /&gt;I was in a trance....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BUURP!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Who the...&lt;br /&gt;Okay there's this guy beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BUURP!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's irritating the crap out of me.&lt;br /&gt;Can't he do the takbir quietly?&lt;br /&gt;What an irritant.&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, i just got $10 from my mum!&lt;br /&gt;She gave me through the money in the envelope.&lt;br /&gt;Mini-envelope made for money-giving.&lt;br /&gt;Search google images on Hari Raya Money Envelope to get a quick look.&lt;br /&gt;I intend to use it to buy a gift for a special someone.&lt;br /&gt;I bought 3 items.&lt;br /&gt;A card in the shape of an elephant @ $4.20&lt;br /&gt;A small card made for someone special @ $2.90&lt;br /&gt;A cute kitty soft toy @ $10.00&lt;br /&gt;All total up to $17.10.&lt;br /&gt;Now this is worth the cost, i'll not reveal the person i intend to send these gifts to, as she might be reading this blog.&lt;br /&gt;Well yes its a she.&lt;br /&gt;Not a he, i rarely give to Hes.&lt;br /&gt;Those who know who it is, i ask that you keep silent.&lt;br /&gt;But not to worry, i'll  tell you guys who that she is once the gifts have been delivered!&lt;br /&gt;So rest assured, the answer is a matter of time ;D&lt;br /&gt;And coin.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i did tell you i just received 10 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't bought the soft toy and the small card made for someone special.&lt;br /&gt;The money is all with me, though i need a date to get out and fetch the items.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna ask for anyone who wanna go out with me this Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;It's tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Today is the only day visitors come for my grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;Work resumes tomorrow, so i think they'll all be out.&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, I'm sorry if this post didnt publish at exactly 9:00 a.m., i mean i reached home at 8:30 and set up the laptop at 8:40.&lt;br /&gt;I set up my Blogger at approximately 8:50, during the time in between i used to update my facebook.&lt;br /&gt;I dont have all day to update this blog, so i'll only update this morning and later at night.&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, there sure is some experience today.&lt;br /&gt;People of all sorts will be arriving.&lt;br /&gt;Half cousins, Aunts, Uncles, Nieces, Nephews.&lt;br /&gt;Only most of the Half side will be coming.&lt;br /&gt;Because their grandmother lives here.&lt;br /&gt;My original Grandmother and Father are dead.&lt;br /&gt;My original dad's side's Grandmother and father are far near the South of Singapore, while here i am so far from there.&lt;br /&gt;I can't visit them, my sister's runaway incident striked us and their sides hard.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know what happened?&lt;br /&gt;Well one of my blog posts here have some of that information, you can reach at it through the archives below the mixpod.&lt;br /&gt;So i must prepare for the arrival of my guests, they should be coming in the midday around 12 o clock.&lt;br /&gt;Well, wait for me tonight readers!&lt;br /&gt;I should be blogging around 10 p.m., but if i'm late then you can expect me to start blogging at 11.&lt;br /&gt;Rest assured it wont reach the next day, cause i promised tonight.&lt;br /&gt;If the guests really leave early, i guess i can blog around 9.&lt;br /&gt;But that's the deal, if you're a real faithful reader (i probably have some around the world, somewhere in the 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-1691549676238003708</id><published>2010-11-16T07:33:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T08:13:55.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is my heart</title><content type='html'>And i wont allow this disrespect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello angels!&lt;br /&gt;Fared readers and bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;Mmm i feel good today.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the festive annual Hari Raya Haji, where us muslims sacrifice a goat.&lt;br /&gt;It's also the day of forgiveness, if i may relate so myself.&lt;br /&gt;There's a prayer session tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Me and my dad leaving at 6:30 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;I know, it's rather too early, but if you are punctual there'll be no space.&lt;br /&gt;The sermon would've already started and you would've missed a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, it's the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously every muslim in the neighbourhood will be there, and a lot more others from the Jurong area.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i live in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know.&lt;br /&gt;You mean to say you dont know i live in singapore?&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, come to a blog where you know which country it's from at least.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the mosque was made quite long ago,&lt;br /&gt;It wasnt designed for the few hundreds of people there to pray.&lt;br /&gt;It was designed only to house people from this area.&lt;br /&gt;So thats all there is for the mosque stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, some were asking me why i wasnt using tumblr.&lt;br /&gt;Why am i still on Blogger?&lt;br /&gt;Well, i like blogger.&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, what's up with tumblr and their "cool pictures"?&lt;br /&gt;Reblog here reblog there.&lt;br /&gt;And try any of my links, hopefully you come to find one on tumblr.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, just go to any tumblr profile.&lt;br /&gt;You will see they have an average of a thousand posts.&lt;br /&gt;3/4 of them are all reblogged stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Blogger is a place for you to pour your feelings.&lt;br /&gt;It's not a shop or some fantasy about stuffs you like.&lt;br /&gt;fuckyeah here, fuckyeah there.&lt;br /&gt;So thats for the Tumblr Blog thingy.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today i didnt go to the Religious Class.&lt;br /&gt;The one every tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;Well guess what the reason was?&lt;br /&gt;Late?&lt;br /&gt;Forgot?&lt;br /&gt;Overslept?&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;All wrong.&lt;br /&gt;It's because it was raining.&lt;br /&gt;You know, it's kinda funny.&lt;br /&gt;Because it was raining thunderstorms,&lt;br /&gt;My mum stopped me from going.&lt;br /&gt;I was all happy then, but i hid it cause my mum would probably say such bad things.&lt;br /&gt;Which, i guess, are true.&lt;br /&gt;One of the things she says is "So you like staying at home? Lazybum!"&lt;br /&gt;Which is quite true.&lt;br /&gt;She implies that guys are supposed to be outside doing stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;And she already has doubts when i go down just to buy something.&lt;br /&gt;She wants me to go out, and when i even want to walk down for a while she's all hysterical about it.&lt;br /&gt;Doesnt make sense.&lt;br /&gt;Its like saying you have to go out but i dont want you to.&lt;br /&gt;Which is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Cause the only reason i CANT go out is because YOU dont want me to.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me on this, i wanna go out with my friends and just wait for her reaction.&lt;br /&gt;So calculative.&lt;br /&gt;Its the holidays and shes all over "Whats the time? Where? Who'll be there? How do i contact you? When are you coming home? 7? NO"&lt;br /&gt;See what i mean?&lt;br /&gt;It's really irritating.&lt;br /&gt;I actually want to go out more than just staying at home playing games and staying in my room all locked up and on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go out.&lt;br /&gt;Do anything, stay healthy, go out with friends, much like a normal ontheway teen.&lt;br /&gt;But my mum wont understand that.&lt;br /&gt;She probably wont understand that its normal for kids to go out.&lt;br /&gt;She probably wont understand that i hate staying at home.&lt;br /&gt;And now, she's looking for courses like camps at mosques for me to go.&lt;br /&gt;I hate camps, okay?&lt;br /&gt;And especially one where we can't even talk.&lt;br /&gt;We dont even know anyone.&lt;br /&gt;What, you rather i go out with people i dont even know than with people i know best?&lt;br /&gt;You dont trust me at all.&lt;br /&gt;You dont trust that no camps will do good for me.&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably go to the camp bored and come back from the camp bored.&lt;br /&gt;I know this sounds harsh and i know my mum is doing everything for me to go out.&lt;br /&gt;But i want to, and you're not allowing me to do so.&lt;br /&gt;I know you want to put me in trusted hands, but whats so bad about going out with friends to shopping malls?&lt;br /&gt;I have a voice you know.&lt;br /&gt;And its a matter of time before THIS goes to her.&lt;br /&gt;Dont argue and try to keep your ego.&lt;br /&gt;I have my ego too but why do i even have a blog?&lt;br /&gt;I have my ego too but why do i still wanna tell you this?&lt;br /&gt;Oh hoho, you think this isnt private?&lt;br /&gt;What makes you think your stuffs you keep from us are private?&lt;br /&gt;You dont wanna lose, thats what.&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe i've seen my friend's mums being so grateful and kind full of hospitality.&lt;br /&gt;YOU on the other hand have no trust at all.&lt;br /&gt;Not even on your own son.&lt;br /&gt;Okay this is getting WAAAAY emotional!&lt;br /&gt;Lets talk about something else!&lt;br /&gt;Well you see i have some matters to attend to.&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping, dreaming, that sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt;If you are looking for some reading, please find me at 9:00 a.m. tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Well?&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired!&lt;br /&gt;That mother-to-son-trust talk took everything from me.&lt;br /&gt;And my headache too!&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm, my eyes hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, till tomorrow, farewell!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Selamat Hari Raye Haji kaum muslimin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook --&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/RAIhaNAH97"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/RAIhaNAH97&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotmail --&gt; &lt;a href="mailto:pemerintah_pontianak@hotmail.com"&gt;pemerintah_pontianak@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gmail --&gt; &lt;a href="mailto:allahmahabesar@gmail.com"&gt;allahmahabesar@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youtube --&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/ismailblgps97"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/ismailblgps97&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-5617358226071389582</id><published>2010-11-08T07:03:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T08:47:32.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beer of Holidays, Results and Anticipation</title><content type='html'>Welcome whomsoever that came here and read upon my blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my blog.&lt;br /&gt;All of my studies have prepared me for this moment.&lt;br /&gt;May the Prophets and the One Himself witness this fell night.&lt;br /&gt;I thank Thee for Thy strength and courage that Thy have implemented in me.&lt;br /&gt;Thats enough.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so i have very very good news.&lt;br /&gt;Okay as you may know, the education system in Singapore, my country, is very subsequent.&lt;br /&gt;We start like this:&lt;br /&gt;Kindergarten:&lt;br /&gt;Nursery&lt;br /&gt;Kindergarten 1&lt;br /&gt;Kindergarten 2&lt;br /&gt;Primary School:&lt;br /&gt;Primary 1&lt;br /&gt;Primary 2&lt;br /&gt;Primary 3&lt;br /&gt;Primary 4&lt;br /&gt;Primary 5&lt;br /&gt;Primary 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondary School:&lt;br /&gt;Secondary 1&lt;br /&gt;Secondary 2&lt;br /&gt;Secondary 3&lt;br /&gt;Secondary 4 (Express &amp;amp; Normal Technical Stops Secondary Education Here)&lt;br /&gt;Secondary 5 (Normal Academic Stops Secondary Education Here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see there are 3 modes of education.&lt;br /&gt;Express, Normal Academics and Normal Technical.&lt;br /&gt;Express is hard but its fast.&lt;br /&gt;It takes four years.&lt;br /&gt;Normal Academics is easier though you spend one more year.&lt;br /&gt;It takes five years.&lt;br /&gt;Normal Technical is easy though you spend your years in ITE after four years in Secondary School.&lt;br /&gt;It takes alot of years.&lt;br /&gt;Lol, so i am in express and to advance from Sec 1 to Sec 2 is tedious.&lt;br /&gt;You need to pass academically AND morally.&lt;br /&gt;Ya well morally is only a small percentage of how you advance.&lt;br /&gt;Its how the teachers comment on you.&lt;br /&gt;If allowed, the comments can vary where you go.&lt;br /&gt;Like lets say you failed academically but then the teachers like your behavior in class.&lt;br /&gt;They comment very good things, so you could still be promoted but the teachers will keep a close eye on you.&lt;br /&gt;And then i had to wait for my results.&lt;br /&gt;My overall results CANNOT fail!&lt;br /&gt;So you know what it means when i say "Good news"!&lt;br /&gt;It means i passed, dumbass.&lt;br /&gt;So it's like my lowest grade in the result slip is a C, which means the rest were Bs and As!&lt;br /&gt;It is great to see good results, as i failed maths 8 times in a row in my Primary 5 and 6 years.&lt;br /&gt;So its surprising, i passed Secondary maths but failed Senior Primary maths.&lt;br /&gt;Now i dont understand that, but what i remembered what they said the beginning of our secondary 1 life was that maths was easy here.&lt;br /&gt;It's a giant leap down in difficulty from our primary school maths.&lt;br /&gt;I dont understand why they make primary school maths so hard.&lt;br /&gt;So you see i passed my Overall so i get anything i want!&lt;br /&gt;A lot of you may think, i may want the latest high tech stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;No actually, i want something as simple and normal as a game.&lt;br /&gt;Now this is fun, i want either the Bloodrayne 2, or GTA Vice City.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Vice City, i used to keep it, until my dad said it wasnt for me, i was young then.&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know Vice City is for people who are much older.&lt;br /&gt;Wasnt for my age.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, one more thing, i actually called my step-father "dad".&lt;br /&gt;I like calling him dad, he's more of a dad to me than the -other- dad.&lt;br /&gt;Cause i dont even know how it feels to have the -other- dad with me right now.&lt;br /&gt;I never felt him take care of me.&lt;br /&gt;He's more of a vicious guy from what i've heard.&lt;br /&gt;Cause when you dont know a person you discover him through what you hear about him.&lt;br /&gt;And i heard many, many tales about his evil.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the holidays are here, Deepavali has passed, so i'm sorry i didnt wish my hindu readers a "Happy Diwali" sooner.&lt;br /&gt;So Happy belated Diwali!&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had fun celebrating with your friends!&lt;br /&gt;And family, too.&lt;br /&gt;I certainly hoped you sweet as thosai 'sauce' Hindu readers had some family bonding!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Christmas is coming, i'd better get ready to wish my christian readers too.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things have happened.&lt;br /&gt;Like Hari Raya, Deepavali, and soon Christmas and Chinese New Year is coming too.&lt;br /&gt;And, my dear readers, my birthday is in between all this celebration!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if any of you are interested my birthday is on the 2nd of December.&lt;br /&gt;So as i was saying, Happy Diwali to my Hindu readers ;D!&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea!&lt;br /&gt;How could i forget?&lt;br /&gt;Happy Hari Raya Haji to all muslim readers ;D&lt;br /&gt;By the way, i wont be sacrificed in any mosque okay!&lt;br /&gt;My name is Ismail but i wasnt turned into a goat!&lt;br /&gt;And yea, the holidays are here, and i heard my family is going to somewhere in malaysia!&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking its somewhere like KL, but we already went there.&lt;br /&gt;So i'm really not sure.&lt;br /&gt;So that's all for the updates, and oh, did i tell you?&lt;br /&gt;Drama has already ended, all performances for this year is finished, and the only thing left is the anticipation for next year!&lt;br /&gt;But sadly, the sec 3s will be stepping down june next year.&lt;br /&gt;So we'll be left alone with the next year's sec 1 and next year's sec 3.&lt;br /&gt;Which are really this year's sec 2.&lt;br /&gt;So i had to go to 2 days of remedial classes.&lt;br /&gt;Both were Maths.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i went with my same group of Awesomes.&lt;br /&gt;It so happens that we, the same group, has the same remedial classes.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's actually all i have for you, but if you're looking for more, then you'll have to wait till my next update.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow i have my religious class, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, wish me luck cause the last exams for primary 6 pupils in my religious education system.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Till then, farewell~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook --&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/RAIhaNAH97"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/RAIhaNAH97&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotmail --&gt; &lt;a href="mailto:pemerintah_pontianak@hotmail.com"&gt;pemerintah_pontianak@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gmail --&gt; &lt;a href="mailto:allahmahabesar@gmail.com"&gt;allahmahabesar@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youtube --&gt; &lt;a 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href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/2010/11/beer-of-holidays-results-and.html' title='The Beer of Holidays, Results and Anticipation'/><author><name>Ismail</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-4585207234083809788</id><published>2010-10-31T01:39:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T02:22:15.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Persevere Seek Serve Night</title><content type='html'>Okay hi there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blogging from my home, my abode, in a very safe Living Room.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so the last two days, i had to do the same performance i did on the Open House for P6.&lt;br /&gt;The only difference was the performance was at Night.&lt;br /&gt;The next very important difference was that it was the LAST performance for the year!&lt;br /&gt;Okay so about this Pioneer Night.&lt;br /&gt;This Night is to recognise any great accomplished people in our school and any hardworking cleaners.&lt;br /&gt;So many of my friends won awards and was recognised by the school, with the help of Mr Chickenn.&lt;br /&gt;Why Chicken?&lt;br /&gt;Well the principal made this speech on the following week after our exams.&lt;br /&gt;He explained 8 things.&lt;br /&gt;5 types of people, and 3 types of them.&lt;br /&gt;1)People who know what they know.&lt;br /&gt;2)People who know what they don't know.&lt;br /&gt;3)People who dont know what they know.&lt;br /&gt;4)People who dont know what they dont know.&lt;br /&gt;5)People who dont know what they dont know but choose to walk around as though they know everything.&lt;br /&gt;That was all the five types of people.&lt;br /&gt;So the types 1) and 2) are the same because if you know what you know, you will know what you dont know.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get it?&lt;br /&gt;Lemme ask you a question.&lt;br /&gt;100- 80=?&lt;br /&gt;20, right?&lt;br /&gt;So you know you need 20 if you have 80 to make up 100, correct?&lt;br /&gt;Exactly!&lt;br /&gt;Lets say there are 3 topics of maths.&lt;br /&gt;Percentage, Profit and loss and Linear Equations.&lt;br /&gt;If you know only Linear Equations, you will know that you dont know what is Profit and loss and percentages.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you get me!&lt;br /&gt;So the three types of people are explained by these 5.&lt;br /&gt;Types 1) 2) and 3) are Eagles.&lt;br /&gt;Types 4) are Vultures.&lt;br /&gt;Types 5) are Chickens.&lt;br /&gt;So the principal emphasised on CHICKENNNNNN, so from then on i remember him not as Mr Nathan but Mr Chickenn.&lt;br /&gt;So for the performances i had to wear make up, basic makeup like foundation and eyeshadow plus blusher.&lt;br /&gt;So there were girls who were dying to make me up.&lt;br /&gt;Okay sounds wrong i know.&lt;br /&gt;So i arrived at school at around 4:30, and i left home at 3:30.&lt;br /&gt;We had to gather at the Possibility Center at 4:45, so i left all the 15 minutes to having a snack and drink.&lt;br /&gt;I drank milo as usual and ate twisties.&lt;br /&gt;Mini twisties.&lt;br /&gt;So i ate at the canteen with Thivya Viro and Rabia.&lt;br /&gt;I actually went to the Possibility at 5:00.&lt;br /&gt;And i remembered i went back down!&lt;br /&gt;To eat.&lt;br /&gt;So its like dinner was provided.&lt;br /&gt;So we ate and went back up at around 6:00, where we started making up our faces.&lt;br /&gt;So at around 6:30 i went to the girl's toilet to make up.&lt;br /&gt;Oh fuck it with "Boys not allowed in Girl's toilet" SHUT UP!&lt;br /&gt;They're not changing clothes.&lt;br /&gt;They're putting on make up.&lt;br /&gt;And so i had to put on makeup, dont you say its not appropriate for a guy to wear makeup.&lt;br /&gt;You HAVE to put on make up for performances on the stage especially at night where they wont see your face at all.&lt;br /&gt;So to make yourself visible you have to wear makeup.&lt;br /&gt;Light makeup though.&lt;br /&gt;So i was bored and played Drag me at the possibility center.&lt;br /&gt;Last minute i found myself putting on lip gloss.&lt;br /&gt;TRANSPARENT lip gloss.&lt;br /&gt;So then i performed and EVERYONE looked at me!&lt;br /&gt;I love this crowd compared to the P6 crowd which i didnt think was very professional.&lt;br /&gt;Adults make great audiences.&lt;br /&gt;And especially Dinie's mum.&lt;br /&gt;I love her mum.&lt;br /&gt;She's nice compared to most mums.&lt;br /&gt;And then after we performed we had to wait backstage.&lt;br /&gt;Not for long though.&lt;br /&gt;After the award ceremony we all stood up to sing the school song.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, as you know, the Drama sang the loudest of all unappreciative Performances.&lt;br /&gt;So after that all the performances went out to the stage to come together.&lt;br /&gt;We came together and sang and all, and we planned to run around the hall waving after it was done, so we did, and guessed who did?&lt;br /&gt;Only three of us!&lt;br /&gt;Me Ira and Dinie.&lt;br /&gt;Prghhh.&lt;br /&gt;So soon the Drama started out running down the stage screaming.&lt;br /&gt;It felt patriotic.&lt;br /&gt;Soon every audience and performance stood up and everyone was in a mess, so it was over but everyone was still dancing around so as nobody was sitting down on the chairs, the helpers started clearing the chairs and stacking them up.&lt;br /&gt;So we met our senior's senior drama.&lt;br /&gt;And i blllllllushed when both seniors said i was cute and said "i like you!" and thanked me for joining drama.&lt;br /&gt;So it's like we went back to the possibility and waited there until everyone went home.&lt;br /&gt;Oh we sang Mdm mita a birthday song though, it was her birthday that night.&lt;br /&gt;So we left the school and Dinie's mum said she wanted to bring us to Mr Teh Tarik.&lt;br /&gt;Now if there's any foreigners here, you probably will want to find out what this place through google singapore.&lt;br /&gt;So i ate my favorite Fish and Chips and soon we left.&lt;br /&gt;So we left from school at 10, got there at 10 25 and left at 11, and got back home at 11 30.&lt;br /&gt;So there, my entire very attentioned seeked day.&lt;br /&gt;Pioneer Night 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook --&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/RAIhaNAH97"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/RAIhaNAH97&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotmail --&gt; &lt;a href="mailto:pemerintah_pontianak@hotmail.com"&gt;pemerintah_pontianak@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gmail --&gt; &lt;a href="mailto:allahmahabesar@gmail.com"&gt;allahmahabesar@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youtube --&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/ismailblgps97"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/ismailblgps97&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Beggin youuu!</title><content type='html'>Put your lovin hand out baybehhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys.&lt;br /&gt;So i promised to blog again in the next *4* hours, but it turns out it was like 5 or 6 possibly 7 hours.&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHEE!&lt;br /&gt;Like as if you guys question me!&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't talk if i said "Bitches keep silent!"&lt;br /&gt;So why would i actually be scared of empty promises i make?&lt;br /&gt;Not like as if anyone cares.&lt;br /&gt;No really, this post was made at 10:30 last night, but i fell asleep and i forgot about this.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway its like yesterday i was at madrasah, and the people there were like, as usual, kidding around.&lt;br /&gt;One of them kicked my chair when i was at the toilet, and the things on the table (which is, really attached to the chair) dropped with the chair it was attached to.&lt;br /&gt;See its those tables that have chairs attached to them.&lt;br /&gt;Which suck, cause they're usually small and unprofessional looking.&lt;br /&gt;And then the things fell and i was afraid i might fall too so i went and sit at the back.&lt;br /&gt;If you have read my posts on my madrasah life, then you would know who's Irfan.&lt;br /&gt;Its like funny cause he's the joker of the class, like really, he's the only one noisy if not me.&lt;br /&gt;There was this one time he picked up this jelly inside a compartment (the jelly was to give a good smell when air circulates through the little holes in the compartment) and he threw it in the DUSTBIN.&lt;br /&gt;So he was punished and asked why, which in return he replied.&lt;br /&gt;Just read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Translated Version)&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Irfan! Why did you throw the perfume in there?&lt;br /&gt;Irfan: Not me not me!&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: If not you who could it be?&lt;br /&gt;Irfan: Ask Ismail! He's closest to the dustbin and the perfume!&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: I'm gonna tell the principal if you dont tell me why you did that.&lt;br /&gt;Irfan: Fine! I dont know suddenly my hands were like "Eh throw it throw it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, so its not exactly funny but its still humourous!&lt;br /&gt;Oh how the fuck do you spell humorous.&lt;br /&gt;Humourous humorous.&lt;br /&gt;So its like he's a real asshole when it comes to jemaah' prayers.&lt;br /&gt;Jemaah' prayers are prayers that Islam people pray together.&lt;br /&gt;This can be done at anytime, except on Friday middletimes, where it is a must to do so either at a mosque or somewhere with at least 40 people present, including the leader.&lt;br /&gt;It is not a must if you exclude Friday middletimes, but it adds to the good deeds that God will give you.&lt;br /&gt;We shall speak of Islamic beliefs and religion another time, so back to the topic.&lt;br /&gt;The way we pray is just to stand up, bend 90 degrees, then stand up hands to the side, then you really bow and obey, then sit up, bow and obey again, and the cycle goes on.&lt;br /&gt;How long the cycle goes on depends on the time that you are praying.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so another time then.&lt;br /&gt;So at the part where we start to rise to the part where we stand up hands to the side what he does is to suddenly go into a boxing position and jump around at that point.&lt;br /&gt;It was hilarious, honestly, i was trying to focus and when he did that i was like HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Which was embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;So then I was like keeping to myself all that cause if i laughed what do you think will the people think?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i ended the madrasah in a state of headache, and it hurt, so i went straight home after going to 7 eleven.&lt;br /&gt;I bought a Dove chocolate, its thick and its nice so all my fashion followers (i'm sure i have some, really!) eat that shit!&lt;br /&gt;I do more than highly recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;So i relaxed at home, when i got back, i played the ps2 which just in case you forgot has been unlocked.&lt;br /&gt;Then i was like WHOA so fun until it got pretty booooring.&lt;br /&gt;So after that i went praying all the way till i slept.&lt;br /&gt;This is for the weekend, and i have something to tell you about my performance too.&lt;br /&gt;I'm blogging live from Dinie Abyan's home, if you dont know who she is then i'll give you her facebook, alright?&lt;br /&gt;Okay so i'll introduce a little bit about the performance.&lt;br /&gt;See its the Open House, where we all invite the P6 students to come to our school.&lt;br /&gt;So far we have the P6s of 3 schools.&lt;br /&gt;The Boon Lay Garden, the Pioneer Primary and Corporation.&lt;br /&gt;The Corporation sucks, and its no wonder the Pioneer Primary people ALSO don't like the Corporation.&lt;br /&gt;You know a typically irritating person who you KNOW everyone won't like him?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i guess this is the case.&lt;br /&gt;So if i haven't told you yet, we had 3 performances coming for them.&lt;br /&gt;One is the Guzheng, the Modern Dance and the Drama.&lt;br /&gt;For the Guzheng they had the Yi Zu Wu Qu and Ju Hua Tai, the Ju Hua Tai by our favorite Jay Chou, and the Yi Zu Wu Qu by err, i don't know?&lt;br /&gt;So it was nice listening to Ju Hua Tai again, it's been long!&lt;br /&gt;Then we have the Modern Dance, where they had a dance based on Good versus Evil, which is all about drug abusing.&lt;br /&gt;They have a group of black clothing people, and white clothing people.&lt;br /&gt;The Black is evil, of course, and White is good.&lt;br /&gt;The Black are supposed to act like they eat drugs and get high and all,&lt;br /&gt;And the White is just there to bring them to good.&lt;br /&gt;Okay i sound corny i know, but i dont know how you wanna rephrase it.&lt;br /&gt;So the Black DONT wanna go, they arent willing to repent and they're willing to fight.&lt;br /&gt;So they have a fight and of course Good triumphs and the Black Leader has to go with them and repent, and they lose.&lt;br /&gt;Epic i know.&lt;br /&gt;Then we have our Drama, which consists of 4 plays consisting of the First Day at School, Getting Lost on The First Day, Seniors helping Juniors, and Teacher Personality.&lt;br /&gt;The first play is a poem, First Day at School by Roger McGough.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, you can find it on Google.&lt;br /&gt;The second play is literally explained by the name.&lt;br /&gt;Mm yeah, so its in general information but still!&lt;br /&gt;The third play is also explained by the name.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, general again.&lt;br /&gt;The last play is really really in truth explained by the name.&lt;br /&gt;It depicts teacher's feelings at their students.&lt;br /&gt;So im involved in the first and second play, if you happen to ask.&lt;br /&gt;It was all easy!&lt;br /&gt;I even forgot about remembering the script.&lt;br /&gt;I focused all on the eyes of the audience, and i tell you it was BLEARGH!&lt;br /&gt;Surprised?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i do think primary school kids dont make good audiences.&lt;br /&gt;They make horrible audiences.&lt;br /&gt;Probably because they are all retarded midgets.&lt;br /&gt;Yea i know i came from there, everyone did, but the start of your secondary life attitude defines greatly between retarded disabled midgets and a very fine and nice secondary guy.&lt;br /&gt;Minahmatrep wannabes, all of them!&lt;br /&gt;Scums.&lt;br /&gt;So that's all the performances we had planned for the kids, and its not just one performance it was THREE.&lt;br /&gt;I was dead tired but we were told that we planned Jump In.&lt;br /&gt;Okay this game is about improvisation and characterization.&lt;br /&gt;Long words?&lt;br /&gt;Well improvisation is not about improving, yea i guess so but its really about coming up with response.&lt;br /&gt;Like lets say i arrange chairs in a very unorganized manner, and i tell you, this scene is a warehouse.&lt;br /&gt;So i can do a lot of things in a warehouse, one of which is trying to transport stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;So my character is a mover.&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly someone jumps in and characterizes himself as a police officer.&lt;br /&gt;So i have to really respond to whatever he does, and i can't really wait long to think for response.&lt;br /&gt;Lets say he asks me "Why are you here?", so i'll probably reply "I'm here to bring an import back to somewhere" and this is improvisation!&lt;br /&gt;Now characterization is about characterizing yourself as someone, and making it obvious you are what you want to be.&lt;br /&gt;Easy explanation!&lt;br /&gt;But i wonder if you understood the Improvisation part.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;So i was excited and i jumped in on a scene in an aeroplane and a mental hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Now if you know who i am and how i am everyday, then you probably know how i did at the mental hospital!&lt;br /&gt;So after all that was done we were allowed to go home.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt, i stayed for a while before i left for dinie's house.&lt;br /&gt;Actually i had plans for myself and someone, this is personal though, but since that someone was busy and couldnt make it i just went off to dinie's house.&lt;br /&gt;Straightaway when i got there (with Ira though) we went to Dinie's room.&lt;br /&gt;So when i got there i laid on the bed and felt like sleeping until i realised i just HAD to bath.&lt;br /&gt;And i bathed at her bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;Because i didnt bring a towel of some kind, i had to dry myself.&lt;br /&gt;After i was half dry i got ready and went back to her room, and if you know how it feels when you finish bathing and lie on a bed, you would know what i did.&lt;br /&gt;I slept!&lt;br /&gt;Okay not that long.&lt;br /&gt;I was so tired i didnt get to sleep but i woke back up and all three of us went blog hopping and video watching and blogged.&lt;br /&gt;Blogged, weeblyed and tumblred.&lt;br /&gt;Yea all three of us have different blogs, where you are now is my blog and weebly is Ira's blog and Tumblr is Dinie's.&lt;br /&gt;So then here i am after procrastination from Dinie's house, back here at my house and then back here at the Hall.&lt;br /&gt;So when i didnt finish blogging we went omegling.&lt;br /&gt;Omegle.com is a place where you can chat with random strangers.&lt;br /&gt;We met with awesome people, people who were cool but not recognised, people who were left with, and people who are understanding and people who are JUST AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah i spoilt Dinie's webcam though.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;But hey she fixed it back and i apologised!&lt;br /&gt;We're a group of strong people, all three people and we don't just get depressed over things like this.&lt;br /&gt;We joke and kid and get angry sad and all through feelings.&lt;br /&gt;And we look down on Reps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook --&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/RAIhaNAH97"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/RAIhaNAH97&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotmail --&gt; &lt;a href="mailto:pemerintah_pontianak@hotmail.com"&gt;pemerintah_pontianak@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gmail --&gt; &lt;a 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Beggin youuu!'/><author><name>Ismail</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-378561726690450793</id><published>2010-10-15T20:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T21:53:08.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's got both hands!</title><content type='html'>In her pockeeeeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys!&lt;br /&gt;So two weeks have passed and i promised to blog on the third week.&lt;br /&gt;The first week was OKAY, then the second week was like WHAT THE FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;Cause its like exams and i dont even know whats stress cause i never felt it.&lt;br /&gt;And never will.&lt;br /&gt;Cause i mantain my positiveness and some people are like saying you should be more 'serious'.&lt;br /&gt;So its irritating cause its like telling me im too positive and i need to be a lil negative.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;So then i was like happy cause the only thing happy about exams is the early go-home.&lt;br /&gt;The bad side?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to do after that.&lt;br /&gt;OMG SHUT UP dont tell me there's revision to do cause i dont take that as something to do.&lt;br /&gt;What i mean is fun.&lt;br /&gt;Any part of the word 'revision' sound fun to you?&lt;br /&gt;That's stupid.&lt;br /&gt;So its like everything was in pause.&lt;br /&gt;The PS2 the Blog and worse the itouch.&lt;br /&gt;I cant convince my mum to let me have the itouch.&lt;br /&gt;I honestly cant do revision without songs.&lt;br /&gt;SHUT UP im addicted to songs.&lt;br /&gt;Likewise, you should be.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what your religion says cause bad things were created from the birth of good things.&lt;br /&gt;Same as porn derives from watching people have sex. (Fertility)&lt;br /&gt;Same as rape derives from lust in sex. (Again, fertility)&lt;br /&gt;Same as stealing derives from getting too much good things. (Pampered)&lt;br /&gt;So there, i dont know how song derives from anything good cause its already good!&lt;br /&gt;And then for the exams i had like not enough time to finish each paper!&lt;br /&gt;Except for Mother tongue, i could even stretch and look around for 45 minutes before i did the paper, and still have time to stretch!&lt;br /&gt;So for the maths paper 1, as usual we had an hour which wasnt enough.&lt;br /&gt;And for paper 2 i didnt have enough time.&lt;br /&gt;I missed out on some questions.&lt;br /&gt;For geography it was just in time.&lt;br /&gt;And then home ec was the same.&lt;br /&gt;Just in time papers.&lt;br /&gt;So then for English i think i had time for both papers.&lt;br /&gt;It is nice to chill after exams.&lt;br /&gt;We get to go to people's cribs and hang out again.&lt;br /&gt;And stay back in the canteen doing Maths is Fun!&lt;br /&gt;Pulang terang di malam hari, ohh indahnya!&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;I did that to the Awesomes (stupid name given by Rushiqah) and they were like "I heard that somewhere!"&lt;br /&gt;Then they were like its Sensasi Mentor!&lt;br /&gt;Hah, the idols dont know we making fun of them at home and at school.&lt;br /&gt;So we also did a song.&lt;br /&gt;In which the lyrics dont match.&lt;br /&gt;I still remember a few lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths is fuuuuun&lt;br /&gt;Maths is goooooooood&lt;br /&gt;Geography is beeeeeest&lt;br /&gt;Science's excellent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on lets go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont you want mah booobs?&lt;br /&gt;Dont you want mah lil round lil square lil big boobs??&lt;br /&gt;Dont you want mah aaaaass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;So its like funny cause you're talking about maths and you suddenly break into sex appeal and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;So during the exam we went to the club.&lt;br /&gt;You must be thinking its an immature nickname given to a place where kids who wanna partygo to.&lt;br /&gt;But no, its really a club.&lt;br /&gt;Like when you go there you see people like from all other places.&lt;br /&gt;Its like a gathering for chilling people.&lt;br /&gt;There's even a bar some air conditioning and some books.&lt;br /&gt;There are people dancing doing tiger shows just outside the club.&lt;br /&gt;Its the Frontier Library.&lt;br /&gt;So whenever we need to chill and at the same time do revision we go to the club.&lt;br /&gt;We call it club not because its a codename but because its really like that.&lt;br /&gt;Not that we dont want people to know where we're going or anything.&lt;br /&gt;At the club we see people like Britney Spears, Slumdog Millionare, Raven Symone, blablabla.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah sure we do, its the people who say hi to us.&lt;br /&gt;See when you get to the club you walk through all four levels and i guarentee you'll see people you know.&lt;br /&gt;If not 9 but 8.&lt;br /&gt;Not 8 but 7.&lt;br /&gt;Not 7 but 6.&lt;br /&gt;Or even 1.&lt;br /&gt;So if you wanna go there, just go there on weekdays and i'll see you well rewarded for listening to my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Say hi to me and tell me if you read my blog,&lt;br /&gt;Guarenteed you will be recognized!&lt;br /&gt;So i'll blog again later, say in 4 hours at most, cause i'll be leaving for my religious class, and from there i'll blog more okay?&lt;br /&gt;So there, have fun reading and i hope you enjoyed my blog!&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna give it a new.... 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-8664526752898524151</id><published>2010-09-26T05:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T05:46:50.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you?</title><content type='html'>Hey guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so for this 2 weeks (past) i experienced highly strange stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;For one, my itouch was confiscated.&lt;br /&gt;So it's strange cause everytime before i go to school i need to listen to it in the bus,&lt;br /&gt;When i go home i need to use it to go facebook,&lt;br /&gt;Hah, but now i need to study.&lt;br /&gt;Exams are coming, am i prepared?&lt;br /&gt;Are you?&lt;br /&gt;Its the EOY and after it we'll be able to enjoy ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;That is, as to reference to Miss Doreen Tan.&lt;br /&gt;But for Mrs Felicia Tay, we're to keep studying.&lt;br /&gt;So i dont know what that means.&lt;br /&gt;But what i do know is that there'll be excessive english.&lt;br /&gt;On days that we have CE we'll have that as English.&lt;br /&gt;So usually we have CE and EL on the same day so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I think this is enough for English,&lt;br /&gt;I should be studying right now but today is sunday, and for the weekend we dont have homeworks.&lt;br /&gt;Haaaaah, that's just lucky i guess.&lt;br /&gt;I dont think we'll get this no-homework-on-weekends opportunity again, so i'll enjoy it, and get ready for the next week.&lt;br /&gt;Its the last week more or less.&lt;br /&gt;So its going to be HECTIC.&lt;br /&gt;God be praised for at least a few minutes break.&lt;br /&gt;And i still owe Miss Hazel Peh my geog mindmap.&lt;br /&gt;Heh, i can do that on monday.&lt;br /&gt;Now's not the time!&lt;br /&gt;Have my last break,&lt;br /&gt;And ZOOM! goes the study times.&lt;br /&gt;So hey, guys in primary and secondary schools reading this, listen here, START STUDYING!&lt;br /&gt;Before your teacher starts screaming to you.&lt;br /&gt;And thats not all, your mum too.&lt;br /&gt;And your dad.&lt;br /&gt;And your tuition teacher if you have one,&lt;br /&gt;And yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, thats for studying efforts for exams.&lt;br /&gt;Now im focusing on my life.&lt;br /&gt;So uhh, i might not be able to blog for 2 weeks, please excuse me.&lt;br /&gt;And i dont think you'd be free to read this blog?&lt;br /&gt;Unless you're a graduate from Uni, but if you are then get out of my blog you paedophile.&lt;br /&gt;HAh, doesnt matter whether you like me or not but it feels weird having someone that old reading a 13 year old blog.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, i'm sorry for it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;I re-stocked on my Hari Raya money just now.&lt;br /&gt;I could've restocked yesterday too, if it weren't for my religious class.&lt;br /&gt;There's things happening at the wrong times if your realise.&lt;br /&gt;I hope my exams wont do this.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna feel that the exams are happening at the RIGHT time, so that i'll be encouraged.&lt;br /&gt;And happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;I need to burn the midnight oil, so you can tell i'll be busy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm having to offline soon, cause my mum's gonna use the laptop.&lt;br /&gt;Any minute now.....&lt;br /&gt;Okay so anyway,&lt;br /&gt;I presented my HE project.&lt;br /&gt;Everything went well, except for the kcal part, i dont know what it means but i just said kilo cals.&lt;br /&gt;Hah, but anyway i hope i pass my SPA exam, i just had it a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;I dont think it'll be returned anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;Oh did i tell my mom i had that paper?&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, i also have to do my Art Prep work.&lt;br /&gt;Its only 3 drawing blocks.&lt;br /&gt;And i can do it in Art classes too.&lt;br /&gt;So no problem!&lt;br /&gt;And as for my Mother Tongue,&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ahmad Yatim is taking my marks from my workbook and my just-taken Mother Tongue Test, and did i tell you that i just passed on my English test?&lt;br /&gt;Miss Doreen Tan gave away 2 EL periods for that.&lt;br /&gt;And i burnt the midnight oil more or less, so these sacrifices must have value.&lt;br /&gt;So then i finished my tests, but oh.&lt;br /&gt;Look at my class board,&lt;br /&gt;I think i remember seeing a test coming my way.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, i also have updates for Drama.&lt;br /&gt;I came late on Friday cause of prayers.&lt;br /&gt;But Miss Polar understood that, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;And i have a part to play in 3 performances,&lt;br /&gt;The Award giving ceremony (or whatever) at the EOY, and the cca fair, plus the SYF coming next April!&lt;br /&gt;So then i'll be real busy.&lt;br /&gt;I think im numb to performances.&lt;br /&gt;I'm born an extrovert, i'm open and i have no fear of the stage and its audience.&lt;br /&gt;INCLUDING THAT DREADED  HARMONICA PERFORMANCE.&lt;br /&gt;Did i tell you i faced 9 lessons of Harmonica enrichment lessons during Music class?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah well that had to pay off in one performance at the Upper Sec Assembly.&lt;br /&gt;Yes upper sec.&lt;br /&gt;So then i felt so great to be watched by half the school, or 3/5 of the school, only to be seen not playing the harmonica.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i didnt blow a note!&lt;br /&gt;I was pretending.&lt;br /&gt;Cause i didnt know how to, and Miss Lipas told me to do my best.&lt;br /&gt;She was so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;I am beginning to like her.&lt;br /&gt;That's not just me.&lt;br /&gt;Its really like that.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah there was a group of sec 5s in front of me, and then they were obviously listening to me when i said "I'm not playing im pretending, you're also doing that, right?" to Mirza, and they watched me as i fakely played the Harmonica!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i actually felt wrong that i called the Harmonica a "retarded instrument for retarded people at the MRT".&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, this should cover up most of my updates.&lt;br /&gt;If you need to know more, i'll try to remember some more, cause i thought the rest were irrelevant, and further more im rushing to type this all out cause my mom is going to use this laptop.&lt;br /&gt;So if you wanna know more, chat with me, or inbox me, alriiight?&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;Chat with me if YOU ADDED ME.&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye guys!&lt;br /&gt;*Okay, mom, you can use it now. oh wait!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook --&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/RAIhaNAH97"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/RAIhaNAH97&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotmail --&gt; &lt;a href="mailto:pemerintah_pontianak@hotmail.com"&gt;pemerintah_pontianak@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gmail --&gt; &lt;a href="mailto:allahmahabesar@gmail.com"&gt;allahmahabesar@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youtube --&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/ismailblgps97"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/ismailblgps97&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-6930916644120163244</id><published>2010-08-01T05:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T16:52:34.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologies!</title><content type='html'>Hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't freak!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry i didn't update you guys for almost 2 whole months!&lt;br /&gt;Well, i didnt get to use any form of proper laptops or computers to update.&lt;br /&gt;The school library was too open.&lt;br /&gt;The kiosks - hell no, look at the keyboards which don't even look the fuck they should be.&lt;br /&gt;The iTouch was too cramp to type out a large post.&lt;br /&gt;You know how i write my blog posts right?&lt;br /&gt;It needs speed, time and no doubt attention.&lt;br /&gt;Well im here to update back the 2 months i owe you, and i'll move on to how life is now.&lt;br /&gt;Now today is the 1st day of Syawal, exactly time after 31 days of Ramadhan.&lt;br /&gt;Or Ramadan.&lt;br /&gt;Or possibly whatever.&lt;br /&gt;So did i discuss the National day i had for the first time, in my Secondary School?&lt;br /&gt;Doubt so, but anyway, it was WAY better than what i had in primary school.&lt;br /&gt;They'd allow us to actually stand up to show support, whereas the latter is just sitting down watching people dance and sing.&lt;br /&gt;Boring, and i'd rather try to eat my own shit while it passes out my anus.&lt;br /&gt;Why am i so vulgar now?&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be Ismail the White!&lt;br /&gt;Instead of Black, that's fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah as i was typing on.&lt;br /&gt;National day was fun.&lt;br /&gt;In the morning i came to school wearing long school pants and a red shirt i got from that primary school of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Then at around 0715 Jana and his councillors made us arrange ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway Shafiqa Amira, the President of the Student Council, ran around the courtyard to make us stand up after we got arranged.&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to hype up the crowd so that they'll go with the excitement i guess ;D&lt;br /&gt;So its like after she ran around it was followed by a few other councillors,&lt;br /&gt;And especially Viroshini and Ira.!&lt;br /&gt;Gosh did i stand up for Viro.&lt;br /&gt;It was very exciting, Dinie and i were standing up when some lot of us were sitting down,&lt;br /&gt;We were screaming, shouting, singing the song, memorising the NE poetic message, ahhh it was so fun.&lt;br /&gt;If only national day came twice a year.&lt;br /&gt;Haishh.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, after the assembly we went up to classes.&lt;br /&gt;In our classes we were supposed to finish a crossword on Singapore's history and its people.&lt;br /&gt;Strange people we had.&lt;br /&gt;We finished, and soon we noticed a crowd actually gathered outside, and i heard screams.&lt;br /&gt;So i went out with the rest of the class and looked down.&lt;br /&gt;Gee, what a sight.&lt;br /&gt;Level 4, Level 3, 2 and 1 were all swarming.&lt;br /&gt;Some of them were even throwing stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Litter, or whatever it was supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;So it's like it was supposed to be a sing-a-long session, but according to our behavior it was all a screaming session.&lt;br /&gt;Especially Jana.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, we had to sit in the screaming sun too.&lt;br /&gt;Hell of a sun.&lt;br /&gt;So we were dismissed after sweating it out.&lt;br /&gt;My shit in my anus was heated like mud bricks, and turned hard so i had constipation when i got home.&lt;br /&gt;Cihh.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, that's for national day part.&lt;br /&gt;Now im discussing Ramadhan.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, who ever thought of eating with kafir people in public view when you're not fasting?&lt;br /&gt;Not fasting its okay, but eat in front of us, with kafir people?&lt;br /&gt;That's one hell of an attitude.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you feel shame?&lt;br /&gt;It certainly looks like you dont.&lt;br /&gt;Cause you could even say hello to me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna say anything to your face, it'll only provoke your true colors.&lt;br /&gt;Munafik.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so its like on the fasting month, the entire fasting month, we didnt want to go to the canteen, God knows why, cause it cant be the food, its less than appetizing, and it cant be the temptation, cause like i said food there sucks.&lt;br /&gt;So we ended up sitting at a stone set of tables and chairs.&lt;br /&gt;Because of the Sec 4 exams stuffs going on at the hall, we cant assemble there as usual.&lt;br /&gt;And Jana was being nice, he didnt want us in the courtyard either.&lt;br /&gt;It's all in him, the good stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;But when it rains it pours.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, fyi Mr. Subash is retiring from school,&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty much sad.&lt;br /&gt;Even though we've known each other only for a few 6/8 months, i feel sad cause he's so nice, better than Jana.&lt;br /&gt;If Jana retired most of the persevere and seek would be sad i guess.&lt;br /&gt;But they'll at least get used to it!&lt;br /&gt;Unlike having Mr. Subash.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, fyi again we got scolded one day at PE.&lt;br /&gt;It was PE time in the second period, me, rushiqah and Dinie were moping around when my smart ass suggested we sit in the canteen, to avoid the eyes of Jana.&lt;br /&gt;So its like this, the canteen is out of bounds at all times besides recess and after school hours.&lt;br /&gt;But besides that it should be empty.&lt;br /&gt;We didnt realise that, i mean, if it was so out-of-bounds why were there teachers?&lt;br /&gt;Doesnt make logical sense.&lt;br /&gt;So we thought it was safe if we sat and talked.&lt;br /&gt;We were all comfortable until Jana, on his rounds, caught us really red handed and asked us to stand in a line facing him, staring at his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did i tell you he has magical eyes?&lt;br /&gt;They're so naturally brown you'd forget contact lenses existed.&lt;br /&gt;I mean really!&lt;br /&gt;Light brown!&lt;br /&gt;Transparent!&lt;br /&gt;His eyes omg.&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah, as i was typing.&lt;br /&gt;We were told to stand in a line and one by one we were questioned.&lt;br /&gt;He asked why we were in the canteen during this period.&lt;br /&gt;We told him the truth, we could choose to have PE or not and we chose not to cause we were lazy, but we didnt tell him we were lazy of course.&lt;br /&gt;We just told him we were tired.&lt;br /&gt;Or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;And he said things about packers, distributors, publishers, how tired they are.&lt;br /&gt;His Rugby boys training.&lt;br /&gt;And rushiqah wanted to tell him that some of the packers are not fasting in any way more than his rugby boys who drink after training.&lt;br /&gt;So it's like he continued on, implying that what we were doing is weakness, and that although he isnt a muslim, he know how it feels bla bla bla~&lt;br /&gt;So then we went back to sit at the courtyard with the rest.&lt;br /&gt;And then school ended fast, and after it did, we all sat at the canteen and talked about what we would do for teacher's day.&lt;br /&gt;Ouu teach her day.&lt;br /&gt;So we all came up with as usual the many good ideas but ended in smoke and nothing.&lt;br /&gt;We were so close!&lt;br /&gt;And then Jana came by, and saw me, dinie and rushiqah and called to us "The Three Musketeers".&lt;br /&gt;Or is that how you spell it.&lt;br /&gt;So he asked whether we got the message that morning.&lt;br /&gt;We said in unison a yes, of course.&lt;br /&gt;Then we all went home soon, that's what i remembered.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;The Teacher's Day.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, my first TD in primary school sucked.&lt;br /&gt;Remember the quote, "Not quantity but quality"?&lt;br /&gt;Well in my primary school days there were both.&lt;br /&gt;And both were the same, over and over.&lt;br /&gt;They danced.&lt;br /&gt;Danced with quality.&lt;br /&gt;Danced with quality for six years for quantity.&lt;br /&gt;I actually got bored of it, and thought i wanted to perform there and showcase something more than a dance that after it ends has a " HAPPY TEACHERS DAY! WOOO".&lt;br /&gt;But then again, i'll only get more than in the way.&lt;br /&gt;So i just steered clear.&lt;br /&gt;But the 6th year was better actually, it got more than a dance for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;And Graduation Day hell else but dance.&lt;br /&gt;Why won't we have something like a skit, or a play at least.&lt;br /&gt;Even if it sucked like having people forget the lines but at least its something different.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, a lot of people claim that when you're mentally sick, you're different from the rest, though people can hate you.&lt;br /&gt;So that means even if you suck you're at least different.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well anyway for teacher's day 2010 for my first year i performed with Dinie, Rabia, Mirza, Raihanah, Tiffany and Dawnn.&lt;br /&gt;Okay some of the people here might be people you know, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Here's how it is.&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany and Dawnn was in the Purple group.&lt;br /&gt;Rabia and me was in the Blue group.&lt;br /&gt;Mirza and Dinie was in the Red group.&lt;br /&gt;Raihanah was meant to be a substitute, or extra, when Dinie wasnt present.&lt;br /&gt;But then everything went totally saksuk.&lt;br /&gt;Dinie didnt come so Raihanah had to replace her.&lt;br /&gt;I was short for Rabia so i had to exchange with Raihanah.&lt;br /&gt;Dinie didnt want to perform so Raihanah totally took over.&lt;br /&gt;So what happened was,&lt;br /&gt;Me and Mirza, Red.&lt;br /&gt;Raihanah and Rabia, Blue.&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany and Dawnn, Purple.&lt;br /&gt;That was finalised, so we performed!&lt;br /&gt;We had 3-4 rehearsals that ended at 7 on the second last rehearsal, and 6.30 for the rest.&lt;br /&gt;So its like what we did was read a poem that was dramatised.&lt;br /&gt;We did our own dramatised version who cares if its wrong.&lt;br /&gt;At least its lively and people can understand us!&lt;br /&gt;So im too tired to write my lines and their lines here.&lt;br /&gt;If you need to read it so much you can ask me!&lt;br /&gt;You can send me a request on my inbox, or msn if you have me.&lt;br /&gt;So after we performed,&lt;br /&gt;That's it for Teacher's Day!&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;After Teacher's Day and all its rehearsals were over,&lt;br /&gt;We were a few days away from Syawal,&lt;br /&gt;But on the week of Syawal 1st it was September Holidays.&lt;br /&gt;And we were given homework and somehow I didnt want to do it,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to countdown.&lt;br /&gt;Hee :)&lt;br /&gt;But you cant blame me!&lt;br /&gt;It's what i did for past few years.&lt;br /&gt;And on Thursday,&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT before Friday,&lt;br /&gt;We went to Geylang.&lt;br /&gt;We, me, my two sisters and my brother-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;So it's like then,&lt;br /&gt;We were searching for my Songkok, Mom's Hari Raya uniform, my chappa or cappa or whatever shoes, kerepek, and cushion covers.&lt;br /&gt;My mom's Hari Raya uniform was found in Joo Chiat, in a shop called Jelita.&lt;br /&gt;Was it Joo chiat?&lt;br /&gt;Or was it Tanjong Katong.&lt;br /&gt;Nahh, can't be Tanjong Katong.&lt;br /&gt;So then we searched for my stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;My songkok and Chappa Cappa whatever the fuck shoes were found next to each other.&lt;br /&gt;So the songkok was i dont know what price, but the Whatever shoes was 15 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we had a budget of 100, and that wasnt even budget, we were supposed to spend lesser, but it ended up having 4 dollars left.&lt;br /&gt;Hee :)&lt;br /&gt;Mom didnt scold us though.&lt;br /&gt;And i had a headache (the worst yet) on the way to and at home.&lt;br /&gt;So that was all about the Hari Raya.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, on the first day we didnt go out.&lt;br /&gt;We stayed.&lt;br /&gt;People who went out came to our house.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i gave my salams to my sick step grandmother first, then my mother, then my father, then oh.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot!&lt;br /&gt;Shit how can that happen.&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhhhhh fuck,&lt;br /&gt;I forgot my sisters.&lt;br /&gt;Okay nevermind i'll do that later.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so i earned $140++ on the first day, on the second day, not so much.&lt;br /&gt;Its either 150++ or something.&lt;br /&gt;Okay i cant conitnue any furhter, after you read this then you're already updated and close up to me!&lt;br /&gt;Okay i want to wish the muslims, Selamat Hari Raya, Maaf Zahir dan Batin, Minal Aidin Wal Fa'Izin ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook --&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/RAIhaNAH97"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/RAIhaNAH97&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotmail --&gt; &lt;a href="mailto:pemerintah_pontianak@hotmail.com"&gt;pemerintah_pontianak@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gmail --&gt; &lt;a href="mailto:allahmahabesar@gmail.com"&gt;allahmahabesar@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youtube --&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/ismailblgps97"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/ismailblgps97&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-6351860015926605934</id><published>2010-06-17T19:39:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T02:04:56.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Norhafizah Wedding Day 2</title><content type='html'>Hey guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was like saying,&lt;br /&gt;I had 2 posts coming up on my favorite cousin's 2 wedding days.&lt;br /&gt;And i had it coming.&lt;br /&gt;So it's like now i'm posting on my experience on the 2nd Day.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't take long though.&lt;br /&gt;So it's like on the 2nd day,&lt;br /&gt;We did the same.&lt;br /&gt;The real wedding was supposed to be starting at 10am,&lt;br /&gt;But some guests decided to came at 9,&lt;br /&gt;And my mom and my aunt,&lt;br /&gt;Both carrying some reinforcement food,&lt;br /&gt;Were both alerted by this by my 2nd Aunt.&lt;br /&gt;Her name is Norjanah Binte Basri.&lt;br /&gt;She was panicking for someone to layan them at the void deck.&lt;br /&gt;So it's like, when she called us,&lt;br /&gt;By coincidence we were just waiting for the NE line to Khatib.&lt;br /&gt;So when we heard we just went down to get a taxi instead.&lt;br /&gt;So it's like,&lt;br /&gt;We were all going down from the station, me my little brother the maid my aunt and my mom.&lt;br /&gt;If you knew about Jurong East and it's distance to it's personal SMRT taxi stand,&lt;br /&gt;You would know how great a distance we had to walk.&lt;br /&gt;And my little brother was in his mobile cab.&lt;br /&gt;So we had to push him and my aunt had to carry the heavy food.&lt;br /&gt;So it's like we had to go down and get to the taxi stand,&lt;br /&gt;I was a little afraid of going through the pass because i was using a Ticket.&lt;br /&gt;A ticket from Lakeside to Khatib,&lt;br /&gt;So i thought if i got down at Jurong East it might not work.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway it did,&lt;br /&gt;And we all had to wait for mum cuz she was running late because she had to take some money from an ATM.&lt;br /&gt;So it's like we all waited down there.&lt;br /&gt;But then we thought if we made our way ferst it would save time.&lt;br /&gt;But when we did we forgot about mum,&lt;br /&gt;So we had to wait because she called us to let us know she lost her way.&lt;br /&gt;She couldn't find us,&lt;br /&gt;Not that she didn't know where to go.&lt;br /&gt;So we told her where we were,&lt;br /&gt;Just by the side of Popular.&lt;br /&gt;So it's like after she found us we made our way.&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this cab that was there, it was waiting for a passenger.&lt;br /&gt;Or passengers.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway we all hurried there,&lt;br /&gt;And my aunt was panting,&lt;br /&gt;My maid had a little drop of perspire.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the taxi went without us.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy right?&lt;br /&gt;The driver doesn't want money.&lt;br /&gt;We were almost there,&lt;br /&gt;Yet a few steps away and it was gone.&lt;br /&gt;So it was like What the hell.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that cab.&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling warm in my body.&lt;br /&gt;You know that feeling?&lt;br /&gt;Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;But then soon a new cab arrived and we were on our way.&lt;br /&gt;This little devil couldnt shut up.&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to my mp3,&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Vanessa Mae in fact.&lt;br /&gt;And he was like trying my patience.&lt;br /&gt;He was pulling my earpiece,&lt;br /&gt;In fact he pulled so hard,&lt;br /&gt;And my earpiece was literally glued you know,&lt;br /&gt;Glued, with super glue,&lt;br /&gt;And then POP goes the earpiece.&lt;br /&gt;He did this a couple of times,&lt;br /&gt;Until i finally had enough and said " OI! " and he cried.&lt;br /&gt;He cried.&lt;br /&gt;And he cried louder.&lt;br /&gt;And cried and cried so loud.&lt;br /&gt;Then the driver almost lost his way on the road.&lt;br /&gt;" DIAMLAH " screamed my mum.&lt;br /&gt;" Nangis, nangis. CEPAT NANGISLAH. " I screamed.&lt;br /&gt;And he stopped.&lt;br /&gt;Then after we arrived,&lt;br /&gt;We went to the void deck.&lt;br /&gt;And me an taqi were playing as mom and maid went to unpack the food we brought.&lt;br /&gt;So as they were busy we played together till 12++&lt;br /&gt;Or 2++.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway soon the bride was down.&lt;br /&gt;Then soon, i was told to take videos.&lt;br /&gt;I took the video of the groom on the way.&lt;br /&gt;Kepakepakepakepakbingbing&lt;br /&gt;So then after he arrived,&lt;br /&gt;He sat on the pelamin and then the kepak went on.&lt;br /&gt;Then the silat crew came and one by one did stunts.&lt;br /&gt;Then one more person.&lt;br /&gt;And then soon it was over,&lt;br /&gt;Then the penari came in,&lt;br /&gt;After the penari was over,&lt;br /&gt;We all took pics.&lt;br /&gt;We all except our family.&lt;br /&gt;Because we would only take pictures later.&lt;br /&gt;When the bride and groom return.&lt;br /&gt;So it's like,&lt;br /&gt;We waited for a few hours, tending to guests as they come and go.&lt;br /&gt;In the end it was only a few of us,&lt;br /&gt;And we took a picture together.&lt;br /&gt;So then,&lt;br /&gt;We went home by mrt.&lt;br /&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;May the next post be revealed!&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with my english nowadays...&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, here's the bride's FB.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna add her or see how she looks like...&lt;br /&gt;Norhafizah Khamis --&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/norhafizahkhamis?ref=ts"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/norhafizahkhamis?ref=ts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the groom, his FB.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna add him or see how he looks like?&lt;br /&gt;Khairul Anwar --&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/khaian?ref=ts"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/khaian?ref=ts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the mother of the bride, her FB.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna add her or see how she looks like?&lt;br /&gt;Yea i'm sure there are people who want to see the lucky mom!&lt;br /&gt;Norjanah Basri --&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000088611157&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000088611157&amp;amp;ref=ts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, have fun for the rest of your day!&lt;br /&gt;God loves you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook --&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/RAIhaNAH97"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/RAIhaNAH97&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotmail --&gt; &lt;a href="mailto:pemerintah_pontianak@hotmail.com"&gt;pemerintah_pontianak@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gmail --&gt; 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That maid hid it .&lt;br /&gt;Mum : Darn , why would she hide it ?! Don't talk nonsense with me .&lt;br /&gt;Me : No i'm not .&lt;br /&gt;Mum : Hurry , where's your pants ?&lt;br /&gt;Me : We're going to a wedding right .. ?&lt;br /&gt;Mum : Duhh .&lt;br /&gt;Me : Oh well .&lt;br /&gt;Mum : Try this , and this . See if it fits .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Tries )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Done .&lt;br /&gt;Mum : Okayy , so that doesn't fit . I'll just ask the maid to iron these . Reckon they'll fit .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So soon , everyone was prepared to go .&lt;br /&gt;We left at 10 a.m. .&lt;br /&gt;So we got to Lakeside MRT Station and met with our aunt .&lt;br /&gt;We called her Wak Nani .&lt;br /&gt;So we used the lift and went up to the train level .&lt;br /&gt;We used the train to land ourselves at Jurong East Station .&lt;br /&gt;So then ,&lt;br /&gt;We boarded the train next to our train .&lt;br /&gt;We were just in time .&lt;br /&gt;So we got to the wedding at Khatib ,&lt;br /&gt;Just about in time .&lt;br /&gt;So it's like ,&lt;br /&gt;We just sat in the house while waiting for the bride to be ready .&lt;br /&gt;Kak Fizah .&lt;br /&gt;So it's like Taqi our little brother was scared of the henna design on her hands and feet .&lt;br /&gt;He was like teasing her ,&lt;br /&gt;And such .&lt;br /&gt;So after she got ready ,&lt;br /&gt;More people started coming ,&lt;br /&gt;Including who i can remember ..&lt;br /&gt;Wak minah ,&lt;br /&gt;Wak Minah Husband Cik Maslan ,&lt;br /&gt;Wak Minah 1st Son Abg Kut ,&lt;br /&gt;Wak Minah 2nd Son Abg Im ,&lt;br /&gt;Wak Nani 2nd Daughter Kak Shikin ,&lt;br /&gt;Wak Nani 1st Daughter Kak Tika ,&lt;br /&gt;Kak Tika Husband Abg Fizal ,&lt;br /&gt;Kak Tika Daughter Naily ,&lt;br /&gt;Cik Nita ,&lt;br /&gt;Cik Nita Husband ,&lt;br /&gt;Cik Nita Daughter Fazira ,&lt;br /&gt;Nek Yam ,&lt;br /&gt;Nek Yam Husband ,&lt;br /&gt;Nek Ju ,&lt;br /&gt;Nek Ju Husband ,&lt;br /&gt;Cik Damri ,&lt;br /&gt;Cik Damri Wife Cik Kamsia ,&lt;br /&gt;Cik Damri Son ,&lt;br /&gt;Cik Piee ,&lt;br /&gt;Cik Piee Wife Cik Ani ,&lt;br /&gt;Cik Piee Daughter Twin Fatimah ,&lt;br /&gt;Cik Piee Daughter Twin Fatimah sister ,&lt;br /&gt;Cik Piee Elder Daughter Kak Mariam ,&lt;br /&gt;Kak Mariam husband ,&lt;br /&gt;And all other people i left out .&lt;br /&gt;Soon , after everything was ready we all just sat in one corner&lt;br /&gt;I had to sit in the kitchen because there wasn't enough space in the living room .&lt;br /&gt;So it's like , we all waited as the groom arrived .&lt;br /&gt;It was to say quite long ,&lt;br /&gt;But the tension added on .&lt;br /&gt;So it's like when the groom arrived with his family side ,&lt;br /&gt;We all were waiting for the " Wakil " , who was gonna be late by half an hour .&lt;br /&gt;So when we heard it ,&lt;br /&gt;We all just went down to the wedding at the void deck .&lt;br /&gt;So it was only me and some other people who went down .&lt;br /&gt;The rest awaited to see the couple get married .&lt;br /&gt;So i went down ,&lt;br /&gt;Got a few " Kuehs " and ate at a table ,&lt;br /&gt;Together with Nek Yam , Ju and their husband and Cik Maslan .&lt;br /&gt;Me and Cik Maslan were discussing about the study of Malay Language .&lt;br /&gt;So after a long while ,&lt;br /&gt;We saw the Wakil come by his car .&lt;br /&gt;He was the very same one who married my mum and step - dad together .&lt;br /&gt;So it's like later on , me and Taqi played at the playground .&lt;br /&gt;Then Daddy arrived .&lt;br /&gt;And My sister .&lt;br /&gt;So it's like after they got married they just took pictures ,&lt;br /&gt;And when i checked back the groom was already without his wedding dress suit.&lt;br /&gt;So soon after we ate and ate.&lt;br /&gt;And then i had to go to the toilet upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;Even if they had one downstairs i wouldn't use it.&lt;br /&gt;I trust a home toilet more.&lt;br /&gt;So after i used the toilet it was already almost 4 p.m..&lt;br /&gt;Then after it got to 4 pm my mom and the family were beginning to eat at a table.&lt;br /&gt;But i already at so haha ;D&lt;br /&gt;Then we discussed who would go home.&lt;br /&gt;Then we came to a decision.&lt;br /&gt;My sister, my maid, me, step-dad and Muttaqi,&lt;br /&gt;Will go home together.&lt;br /&gt;So mom will remain there,&lt;br /&gt;Until everything was ready for the 2nd Day of the Marriage Ceremony, 13th June 2010!&lt;br /&gt;So soon we all went home by taxi,&lt;br /&gt;And Halfway back Taqi wanted to be with mom.&lt;br /&gt;He kept weeping and crying.&lt;br /&gt;So we kept him distracted as went on the expressway.&lt;br /&gt;Then we all got home thoughtfully,&lt;br /&gt;As we awaited the 2nd Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook --&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/RAIhaNAH97"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/RAIhaNAH97&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotmail --&gt; &lt;a href="mailto:pemerintah_pontianak@hotmail.com"&gt;pemerintah_pontianak@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gmail --&gt; &lt;a href="mailto:allahmahabesar@gmail.com"&gt;allahmahabesar@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youtube --&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/ismailblgps97"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/ismailblgps97&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857303982147011427-9156692587573767989?l=ismailblgps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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the last class for the whole of June holidays .&lt;br /&gt;And it was .&lt;br /&gt;So in that class we finalised everything .&lt;br /&gt;We did some excersises .&lt;br /&gt;And we did movement on some dramatic songs .&lt;br /&gt;So i did movement based on a patient who was love sick in a mental hospital .&lt;br /&gt;That was one ,&lt;br /&gt;Then me and Ernie did one together to visualise me dragging myself away ,&lt;br /&gt;And Ernie , being the killer , had to pretend to have no mercy .&lt;br /&gt;Those were some i could remember .&lt;br /&gt;And of course , i pretended to walk in a flowerbed in one song .&lt;br /&gt;And be a killer in another .&lt;br /&gt;It was fun .&lt;br /&gt;So it's like after tht we had a water break ,&lt;br /&gt;At about 2 pm .&lt;br /&gt;Then i just took some cold hard milo .&lt;br /&gt;So soon ,&lt;br /&gt;We went back up and i think we did the the riot .&lt;br /&gt;We finalised a few things .&lt;br /&gt;Like the prayers ,&lt;br /&gt;We were thoughtful of it that some of the teachers might criticise it .&lt;br /&gt;Like , i dont know .&lt;br /&gt;Haha , it might've been able to start a riot in the hall during the perfomance ?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know .&lt;br /&gt;Then we finalised how we ( Worshippers ) are going to be surronded .&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by the Police Officers .&lt;br /&gt;But the prayers ,&lt;br /&gt;They were supposed to be done as prayers for protection from god .&lt;br /&gt;So it's kinda like not prayers for any slotted time .&lt;br /&gt;Just for protection that's all .&lt;br /&gt;So the audience will understand .&lt;br /&gt;I feel so cool !&lt;br /&gt;Ameera led the protection prayers .&lt;br /&gt;So after we were done with the prayers ,&lt;br /&gt;Yana ( our representative to the Police representative ) ,&lt;br /&gt;Will warn us of the coming dangers from the Police .&lt;br /&gt;So it's like we all will discuss what will become of us ,&lt;br /&gt;And soon ,&lt;br /&gt;The Police move closer to us .&lt;br /&gt;They move close , and much closer ,&lt;br /&gt;And we all get in line .&lt;br /&gt;Soon we lock arms together as they surround us ,&lt;br /&gt;Until they're finished surrounding us , then we all let go .&lt;br /&gt;We move to the left , the police there threaten us .&lt;br /&gt;We move to the right , the police there threaten us .&lt;br /&gt;So we all lose control , and some of us start getting arrested ,&lt;br /&gt;Some are also killed .&lt;br /&gt;Me ?&lt;br /&gt;Well I get arrested by Sofia , who's in the Police force .&lt;br /&gt;Soon after i realise i can never escape her ,&lt;br /&gt;I just struggled my way to Ameera ,&lt;br /&gt;And i bend on my knees and look at her .&lt;br /&gt;And i cry , then i automatically look at her captor ,&lt;br /&gt;Who happens to be Darling , Nana .&lt;br /&gt;So it's like i look at her ,&lt;br /&gt;And at her mean face as she looks at me ,&lt;br /&gt;Then she slaps me to the ground .&lt;br /&gt;Comical hahahahaha !&lt;br /&gt;But it's a riot , so i just look at Ameera and try to struggle to her .&lt;br /&gt;So it's like all the folks arrested are brought to " justice " and all dead ones are just left there , bleeding .&lt;br /&gt;Then haha , it's all wrapped up nice .&lt;br /&gt;So after the drama class ,&lt;br /&gt;Which ended at 3:30 ,&lt;br /&gt;I just went to buy a drink and go home .&lt;br /&gt;So there , which happens to be my last Drama Class in this Holiday ,&lt;br /&gt;Drama Class 4 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook --&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/RAIhaNAH97"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/RAIhaNAH97&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotmail --&gt; &lt;a href="mailto:pemerintah_pontianak@hotmail.com"&gt;pemerintah_pontianak@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gmail --&gt; &lt;a href="mailto:allahmahabesar@gmail.com"&gt;allahmahabesar@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youtube --&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/ismailblgps97"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/ismailblgps97&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-4488994503281615979</id><published>2010-06-08T17:39:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T18:58:45.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama Class 3 .</title><content type='html'>Hey hi there !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm , haha , it's like Drama Class 2 was my 66th post .&lt;br /&gt;This is my 67th .&lt;br /&gt;Well yesterday , i had a drama class .&lt;br /&gt;For those who just read this page ,&lt;br /&gt;This class is not those CC classes ,&lt;br /&gt;It's my CCA .&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention !&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we had Drama Session with Ms Esther again ,&lt;br /&gt;And today i'll have another one .&lt;br /&gt;So for yesterday ,&lt;br /&gt;We started out ,&lt;br /&gt;Standing in one line .&lt;br /&gt;First , we did voice control of some sort .&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm&lt;br /&gt;Then&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm again&lt;br /&gt;And then&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm Ahhhh&lt;br /&gt;Then&lt;br /&gt;One by one the animals went into the arc&lt;br /&gt;Then&lt;br /&gt;One by one and two by two the animals went into the arc&lt;br /&gt;And then all the way to seven by seven .&lt;br /&gt;So we finished on voice control ,&lt;br /&gt;So we did the play .&lt;br /&gt;We did one more round on the RHD play .&lt;br /&gt;The one with me and Ameera being Grands .&lt;br /&gt;But at the beginning with the Sisters ,&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to take my bag ( it was a prop for myself )&lt;br /&gt;So i went from the left part of the stage to the right part .&lt;br /&gt;But then before i could go back the Sisters's part was finished ,&lt;br /&gt;And i had a tell-off from Ms Esther .&lt;br /&gt;Yeahyeah , blame myself .&lt;br /&gt;I almost laughed ,&lt;br /&gt;Because i couldn't keep a straight face .&lt;br /&gt;But then that's not all , the Sisters had to start over again .&lt;br /&gt;So i was like ,&lt;br /&gt;" Okayy fine , maybe this is serious . "&lt;br /&gt;And there we had it .&lt;br /&gt;We did the round again but when we got to the last part ,&lt;br /&gt;Ms Esther had to add on something .&lt;br /&gt;Well when we got to the last part we had to make a frozen picture .&lt;br /&gt;It's like she plays a song , fades it out and as it fades out ,&lt;br /&gt;We had to quickly make a frozen picture within our own groups .&lt;br /&gt;Our groups were by logic .&lt;br /&gt;It's like common logical sense .&lt;br /&gt;For instance me , Nadiyah(Aunt Ju) and Ameera(Grandma) ,&lt;br /&gt;Made a frozen picture of ourselves .&lt;br /&gt;Then there , everything okayy .&lt;br /&gt;So ?&lt;br /&gt;Everything okay and we did it all over again -.-"&lt;br /&gt;Okayy i'm trying my best of my best to not put that annoying fucked up face .&lt;br /&gt;And vulgarities .&lt;br /&gt;It's a peaceful blog , HEHEHEHEHEHEHE RIGHT ?&lt;br /&gt;So it's like we repeated the play ,&lt;br /&gt;And we had a water break .&lt;br /&gt;At approximately 2:15 ?&lt;br /&gt;So for 5 minutes we went down to get a drink and went back up .&lt;br /&gt;So when we got up ,&lt;br /&gt;We finished our drink and threw them away .&lt;br /&gt;Then before anything could happen i just went backstage ,&lt;br /&gt;Took 2 plastics with empty bubble tea containers ,&lt;br /&gt;And told Ms Esther that it belonged to Afiqah and Yanti .&lt;br /&gt;And then i Lol-ed at them .&lt;br /&gt;HAHA , SERVES YOU RIGHT !&lt;br /&gt;And then we did on the first play .&lt;br /&gt;The one with the riot .&lt;br /&gt;Was that on Prophet Muhammad's birthday ?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah i think so .&lt;br /&gt;We had our group and they had theirs .&lt;br /&gt;We were the Worshippers and the oppositions were the Police Force .&lt;br /&gt;We were there just to do prayers ,&lt;br /&gt;But the police sergeant Nana came to tell our leader&lt;br /&gt;" Hey you muslim , You're not allowed to pray here . "&lt;br /&gt;Then our leader Yana answered&lt;br /&gt;" We come in peace we just wanna pray "&lt;br /&gt;Then they were like&lt;br /&gt;" No bitch no "&lt;br /&gt;And Yana was like&lt;br /&gt;" We just want to pray "&lt;br /&gt;And they were like&lt;br /&gt;" You wait here and i'll call the battalion of police forces "&lt;br /&gt;And it was like both leaders retreated and then we started praying .&lt;br /&gt;Of course , it's just a mime .&lt;br /&gt;We basically wanted to show the audience that we were praying , and after we finished ....&lt;br /&gt;The police force came all of a sudden .&lt;br /&gt;We got together while they surrounded us .&lt;br /&gt;Then one by one , we were all killed while some were arrested .&lt;br /&gt;Then it ends there ,&lt;br /&gt;A riot .&lt;br /&gt;But i was a little bit , well ... i don't know ?&lt;br /&gt;We actually outnumbered the police ,&lt;br /&gt;They just surrounded us with spaces in between .&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was just because they had weapons , i thought .&lt;br /&gt;But i just went along with the play .&lt;br /&gt;We had fun i mean i was like dancing to the scary goth music and all ..&lt;br /&gt;Haha ,&lt;br /&gt;That's for Drama .&lt;br /&gt;It ended 15 mins past the end time .&lt;br /&gt;But you know ,&lt;br /&gt;Drama is always fun .&lt;br /&gt;I could be wrong ....&lt;br /&gt;But nahh ,&lt;br /&gt;Prove me another day , alright ?&lt;br /&gt;Next thing .&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to celebrate my little step brother's 3rd Birthday .&lt;br /&gt;It's on the 7th June .&lt;br /&gt;Me and my family have been trying to celebrate this .&lt;br /&gt;Well , we couldn't because we had a lot to do .&lt;br /&gt;Like , our new house at block 345 was getting ready .&lt;br /&gt;But hell no because the air conditioning issue had to be settled .&lt;br /&gt;So on his birthday we couldn't .&lt;br /&gt;But on the next day there was some hope ,&lt;br /&gt;And my brother was asking cutely whether we could go .&lt;br /&gt;But you saw the damn weather didn't you ?&lt;br /&gt;It ws rainy .&lt;br /&gt;And before my mom would live a few weeks curing him from fever after fever ,&lt;br /&gt;We decided we would say NO .&lt;br /&gt;Here's the thing .&lt;br /&gt;He's just a baby .&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't have a proper immune system .&lt;br /&gt;So if he gets fever ,&lt;br /&gt;He has high chances of getting other things as well .&lt;br /&gt;Like fever + cough .&lt;br /&gt;Or , fever + stomach flu .&lt;br /&gt;Worst was the stomach flu .&lt;br /&gt;He would wake up at night with eyes as big as sattelite dishes ,&lt;br /&gt;And before you know it his whole bed would smell .&lt;br /&gt;And yeah , if you have a little one , a toddler , you would know what happens .&lt;br /&gt;Well , if he cures from a fever he has to be confirmed .&lt;br /&gt;To confirm it we just wait 5 days .&lt;br /&gt;If he doesn't get it again ,&lt;br /&gt;Then hooray .&lt;br /&gt;But usually ,&lt;br /&gt;When he gets sick ,&lt;br /&gt;We cure him and he gets it again in no time at all .&lt;br /&gt;He had a fever last week recently which lasted 2 months .&lt;br /&gt;Fuck right ?&lt;br /&gt;We'll be patting him on the back while he sits down with wide eyes .&lt;br /&gt;To vomit it all out .&lt;br /&gt;So today perhaps we could go out .&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe just forget it .&lt;br /&gt;But that's not the way of our family .&lt;br /&gt;Ours may be broken but we still care .&lt;br /&gt;So the next thing ,&lt;br /&gt;Someone recently asked me why my blog hadn't been specialised .&lt;br /&gt;I was like what ?&lt;br /&gt;He said ,&lt;br /&gt;Blogs nowadays have like these navigations .&lt;br /&gt;With a new mouse pointer style .&lt;br /&gt;I was like gurl , please .&lt;br /&gt;That's lame .&lt;br /&gt;I prefer you don't get confuse as fuck going to my blog .&lt;br /&gt;Everything's here .&lt;br /&gt;It's all ready and going .&lt;br /&gt;Tagboard ? 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Past entries ?&lt;br /&gt;All here .&lt;br /&gt;Rather than you be looking retarded clicking links thinking they're cool .&lt;br /&gt;To others , yeah .&lt;br /&gt;To me , Ghurl , NO .&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i've been trying to focus typing .&lt;br /&gt;Like , i got spaces between fullstops and commas ,&lt;br /&gt;Trying not to but since i can't i just try not to type in malay .&lt;br /&gt;Like , not trying to sound like matrep because my face doesn't look like one .&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassing .&lt;br /&gt;And then i've been trying to focus on patience .&lt;br /&gt;It's this thing that i've been trying not to do .&lt;br /&gt;Like , hate a lot of people and suddenly becoming anti social .&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;em&gt;cukup&lt;/em&gt; anti social .&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a jerk .&lt;br /&gt;Well confession made there , haha to those who think they're not .&lt;br /&gt;All guys are jerks .&lt;br /&gt;Either , they're more jerky ( new word i made ) or less jerky .&lt;br /&gt;Or , just plainly jerks .&lt;br /&gt;And girls , ladies , women , madame , mrs , miss whoever born a sex opposite from boys ,&lt;br /&gt;Are just bitches .&lt;br /&gt;Either more bitchy or less bitchy .&lt;br /&gt;Trust me , because that's how the world was made .&lt;br /&gt;First how jerks were known ,&lt;br /&gt;Was a long time ago .&lt;br /&gt;A caveman devoted himself to a cavewoman .&lt;br /&gt;He gave all his time to her ,&lt;br /&gt;Bringing animal skin .&lt;br /&gt;Then , one day ,&lt;br /&gt;He saw an orang utan , a female one .&lt;br /&gt;He made love to her .&lt;br /&gt;At the same time ,&lt;br /&gt;The cavewoman found herself a Tarzan .&lt;br /&gt;Oh , he was hot .&lt;br /&gt;He was the Edward " Gay " Cullen of that time to her .&lt;br /&gt;Same thing , they made love .&lt;br /&gt;So the guys were called jerks , the girls were called bitches .&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY , we've been drifting topic .&lt;br /&gt;As i was saying , I need to learn patience .&lt;br /&gt;And to lose hatred .&lt;br /&gt;Might sound gay but i feel kinda guilty .&lt;br /&gt;And just like that , Victor and I can be best friends .&lt;br /&gt;Fuck no .&lt;br /&gt;I said lose hate not make best friends .&lt;br /&gt;So from -99 , i brought it up to 0 .&lt;br /&gt;Above that is just friends .&lt;br /&gt;Especially Jin Pei .&lt;br /&gt;We've been total jerks , me and Mirza , plus Dawvien our class dog .&lt;br /&gt;We sang this rap thing .&lt;br /&gt;L-L-LJP&lt;br /&gt;L-L-LJP&lt;br /&gt;L-L-LJP&lt;br /&gt;Because her name was Lua Jin Pei .&lt;br /&gt;I thought was kinda retarded , but that's being racist .&lt;br /&gt;And jerks .&lt;br /&gt;So i thought , if we just kept our mouths shut and not entertain ourselves ,&lt;br /&gt;Like entertain ourselves with others's hurt feelings ,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe , just maybe , we could be good people .&lt;br /&gt;Yeah i said it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook --&gt; 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Zalikha ,&lt;br /&gt;Ah ma &amp;amp; Mark ,&lt;br /&gt;Ameera &amp;amp; me ,&lt;br /&gt;The Theif ,&lt;br /&gt;Someone between Nadiyah &amp;amp; Neena ,&lt;br /&gt;Also there's Rafi ,&lt;br /&gt;Reza Ramadan ,&lt;br /&gt;The RC leader ,&lt;br /&gt;Sofia ,&lt;br /&gt;And of course , RC members&lt;br /&gt;Some two people i'm not sure who .&lt;br /&gt;Actually the 2 people were people who couldn't be there .&lt;br /&gt;So they were replaced by yet 2 more people who were there .&lt;br /&gt;So with all due confusion i wasn't sure who was the original one .&lt;br /&gt;Actually I was too busy with my own lines .&lt;br /&gt;I'm too worried to think of others .&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's a confession .&lt;br /&gt;Like i was also confused .&lt;br /&gt;Here's my lines .&lt;br /&gt;( After sisters leave )&lt;br /&gt;Mark : Ah ma ! I'm going to be late for my english tuition . Can you walk faster ?&lt;br /&gt;Ah ma : You don't have to wait for me *blabla* I just need to rest here for a while .&lt;br /&gt;Mark : Ok bye Ah ma ! See you later !&lt;br /&gt;Ah ma : See you later . Pay attention and don't play in class .&lt;br /&gt;Mark : Yeahyeah , okay okay byebye .&lt;br /&gt;Ah ma : Ah boy ! What do you want for dinner tonight ?&lt;br /&gt;Mark : Anything anything ! I'm late already !&lt;br /&gt;( Mark leaves , Theif lying in wait acts up )&lt;br /&gt;Okayy .&lt;br /&gt;So maybe it went pretty well .&lt;br /&gt;But there were hand gestures to be made .&lt;br /&gt;And i wasn't sure if i was s'pposed to say " Yeahyeah " at that point of time .&lt;br /&gt;So anyway , we did that round last and finally .&lt;br /&gt;It lasted from 1:15 - 2:00 .&lt;br /&gt;Okayy so if it wasn't for Ms Esther being late&lt;br /&gt;( No hard feelings ;DD )&lt;br /&gt;It could've ended sooner ...&lt;br /&gt;So we had a water break from 2:00 - 2:05 .&lt;br /&gt;I just drank a packet of milo .&lt;br /&gt;Cold milo ..&lt;br /&gt;So after the drink break ,&lt;br /&gt;Sofia and Ms Esther were discussing some drama musical .&lt;br /&gt;For i think 2:05 - 2:15 .&lt;br /&gt;From 2:15 - 2:30 ,&lt;br /&gt;She discusssed with us the second play .&lt;br /&gt;It's a race riot ,&lt;br /&gt;And it consists of Police Officers and Worshippers of Prophet Muhammad .&lt;br /&gt;You see , they're trying to re - enact the Riot .&lt;br /&gt;This one happens to be Prophet Muhammad's Birthday Riot .&lt;br /&gt;What a bash huh ?&lt;br /&gt;But it was very cute ,&lt;br /&gt;We were separated into 2 groups .&lt;br /&gt;Half .&lt;br /&gt;50/50 .&lt;br /&gt;But we couldn't do that because we had odd numbers ,&lt;br /&gt;So some of us had an advantage .&lt;br /&gt;So what we had to do was ..&lt;br /&gt;The Police force would shout " Law and Order "&lt;br /&gt;Systematically so that it contains a beat .&lt;br /&gt;Us worshippers will shout out " We want freedom "&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea ,&lt;br /&gt;I joined Worshippers group ,&lt;br /&gt;Which i can remember that there was ..&lt;br /&gt;Err , Afiqah , Yanti , Ameera and Nadiyah .&lt;br /&gt;Well ,&lt;br /&gt;For the play ,&lt;br /&gt;One row of worshippers and police enforcers would stand and face the audience .&lt;br /&gt;Side by side .&lt;br /&gt;Then the remaining of us would like shout out those few words ,&lt;br /&gt;And like walk out of the backstage to the stage , protesting .&lt;br /&gt;So it was fun doing it ,&lt;br /&gt;I , as the shortest had to stand at last of the line .&lt;br /&gt;Hmm .&lt;br /&gt;I can't really describe the whole thing .&lt;br /&gt;But you would have to see it for yourself ,&lt;br /&gt;Which i think it's not quite possible .&lt;br /&gt;Like SGs will stop you by the gate .&lt;br /&gt;That is , IF you're not a student wearing our uniform and all ..&lt;br /&gt;And yeah ,&lt;br /&gt;TO ALL DRAMA MEMBERS&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU READ ME LOUD ,&lt;br /&gt;BE WARNED THAT YOU WILL HAVE TO ATTEND DRAMA CLASS&lt;br /&gt;WHICH WILL TAKE PLACE ON TUESDAY 1- 3 / 2 -4&lt;br /&gt;Hmm .. is that all ?&lt;br /&gt;I forgot the time .. hehh , so i don't think im done CAPS-ing .&lt;br /&gt;TO BE SAFE PLEASE ARRIVE THERE BEFORE 1 PM AND GO WITH THE CROWD .&lt;br /&gt;ATTENDANCE IS COMPULSORY .&lt;br /&gt;PARENTS WILL BE CALLED IN IF ATTENDANCE IS NOT NOTED .&lt;br /&gt;Okayy , let's hope some Drama members will " hear " this .&lt;br /&gt;For instance ,&lt;br /&gt;Rathi , Rabia , Farahin , Neena , Yayah , Daya , Ernie , Nana , Dinie and Mei mei&lt;br /&gt;Don't know this blog .&lt;br /&gt;That makes up half the drama sec ones .&lt;br /&gt;Hmm , don't talk about the other sec ones ,&lt;br /&gt;I just forgot their names .&lt;br /&gt;Oh ! Tooba .&lt;br /&gt;Oh ! Syahizah .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook --&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/RAIhaNAH97"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/RAIhaNAH97&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotmail --&gt; &lt;a href="mailto:pemerintah_pontianak@hotmail.com"&gt;pemerintah_pontianak@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gmail --&gt; &lt;a href="mailto:allahmahabesar@gmail.com"&gt;allahmahabesar@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youtube --&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/ismailblgps97"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/ismailblgps97&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857303982147011427-8673367656531500999?l=ismailblgps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/feeds/8673367656531500999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6857303982147011427&amp;postID=8673367656531500999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/8673367656531500999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/8673367656531500999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/2010/06/drama-class-2.html' title='Drama Class 2 .'/><author><name>Ismail</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-8988494126945212174</id><published>2010-06-01T06:34:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T18:59:06.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama Class .</title><content type='html'>Okayy hey guys .&lt;br /&gt;Look the time here right now as i type is 21 : 36 .&lt;br /&gt;So imma be sleeping at 10 so imma make this quick .&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this so-called curfew is what i made ,&lt;br /&gt;Not my mom's big idea .&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you know when she has a big idea ,&lt;br /&gt;You'd better hide away till she forgets the idea .&lt;br /&gt;Like it's a life bet that it's gonna be unpleasant .&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY as i was saying .&lt;br /&gt;I had Drama class these 2 days and it's hell .&lt;br /&gt;Okayy each class lasts like 2 hours and we get a water break in between .&lt;br /&gt;I have like a script entitled the Racial Harmony Day script .&lt;br /&gt;It's to promote racial harmony .&lt;br /&gt;Title explains all , huh ?&lt;br /&gt;Okayy so i have a small part .&lt;br /&gt;As a small yound kid .&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a character who doesn't mean much in the skit .&lt;br /&gt;Like once i leave the stage next thing gonna happen my Grandma got robbed .&lt;br /&gt;Okayy now that's just an act don't take it to heart .&lt;br /&gt;Sure , sure , Halimatus .&lt;br /&gt;Whatever .&lt;br /&gt;I have lines to memorise and acts to remember , at what time what place .&lt;br /&gt;Okayy hell no .&lt;br /&gt;Now i know none of you are gonna say you have worser classes ,&lt;br /&gt;So help me , i will shut you up .&lt;br /&gt;Because i don't give a heck care how worse your classes is .&lt;br /&gt;Or whatever .&lt;br /&gt;Anyway if you all know how drama's like then you should get a brief idea .&lt;br /&gt;But the rest of you i hope you understand im not gonna list everything ,&lt;br /&gt;Everything about drama here .&lt;br /&gt;Cuz if you forgot i have like 15 mins left ?&lt;br /&gt;And that time is like 15 x 60 rounds around the clock .&lt;br /&gt;So my time is precious so is yours .&lt;br /&gt;Anyway tomorrow i have another class .&lt;br /&gt;1300 - 1500 hours .&lt;br /&gt;So it's like i got a few lines but it gives me a total knockout .&lt;br /&gt;I have to juggle in between those scripts and also ,&lt;br /&gt;Find a way to find time to memorise yet another script ,&lt;br /&gt;The Charlie and the Chocolate Factory .&lt;br /&gt;So it's like terrible , cause i'm acting Charlie .&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be bad if i forget anything cuz i'm the main sport event .&lt;br /&gt;That is , if you remember or forget Charlie is a goodboy .&lt;br /&gt;And he's the winner .&lt;br /&gt;Anyway who cares .&lt;br /&gt;Right now let's focus on things one at a time and keep futures futuristic .&lt;br /&gt;Okayy ?&lt;br /&gt;Kayy cue .&lt;br /&gt;I love you all ,&lt;br /&gt;I am sure to miss you all too ...&lt;br /&gt;Muuuahs ,&lt;br /&gt;And good night !&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook --&gt; 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Sorry Paradise .&lt;br /&gt;So we have a beach at sunset .&lt;br /&gt;Sure , there were other sunsets but doesn't match as firmly as the beach .&lt;br /&gt;As in , match the piano so much .&lt;br /&gt;Anyways so sorry for closing down this blog .&lt;br /&gt;Looks like Cek Ning has " Tagging rounds " Once in a while , eh ?&lt;br /&gt;So i really apologise and i hope , to anybody that's been reading this ,&lt;br /&gt;Keep on reading 'cause i love you all .&lt;br /&gt;Kayy ,&lt;br /&gt;Bye !&lt;br /&gt;I love you ,&lt;br /&gt;Imma miss you ,&lt;br /&gt;Muuuuahs .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857303982147011427-1854122277860197414?l=ismailblgps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/feeds/1854122277860197414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6857303982147011427&amp;postID=1854122277860197414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/1854122277860197414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/1854122277860197414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/2010/05/surrounding.html' title='A surrounding'/><author><name>Ismail</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-7834984410958179107</id><published>2010-05-13T19:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T23:25:47.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hellohh ?</title><content type='html'>Hello, Hello, Baby? You called i can't hear a thing .&lt;div&gt;I have got no service in the club you see see .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL just kidding .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well hello biatcheyy , Bitcheyy , Muthaheyy !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This few weeks ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really mutha sorry for what the fuck im not bloggin no more .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry , i don't mean to be a nigga be whore , but i really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAVE NO MOOD !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do i blog without it ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mood was my bestfriend turned enemy .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Pai to my kiaq ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Ug to my ly ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Mother to my fucker ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also do remember that mood shapes the environment ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As thought by Raven the psychic .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emotions run through the veins of the heart ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Links the mind ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All through the blood .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAha !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well good one i made .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had 7 exams these few days .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to sit for all these papers :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday 7 May 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English &amp;amp; Mother Tongue Paper 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday 10 May 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English &amp;amp; Mother Tongue Paper 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday 11 May 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maths Paper 1 &amp;amp; Art&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday 12 May 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Science &amp;amp; History&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday 13 May 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maths Paper 2 &amp;amp; D&amp;amp;T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All my papers .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna receive a whole bunch of it next few weeks .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It sucks how i'm afraid i might get a D and be transferred ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the Minah Mat classes !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bitch sia all the class there .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember Nasreena ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's such a nigga be whore .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even the seniors hate her .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a minahrep .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ask you , biatcheyys ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If every minahrep ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like Jumanaah and Nasreena , ( and maybe yayah ? )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happen to say they're &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; minahrep ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who's the minahrep then ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear i hate minahreps saying that .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like , Jumanaah ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" I am not a minahrep or whatsoever . [ REMEMBER THAT ] "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was like ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEL NOOOO stupid bitch ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU ARE !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i won't remember you saying that .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll only remember you wearing camera bags with stars .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And having hairs mother fucker style .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look , i totally look down on people like them ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And their batch in Boon Lay Garden ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever since they were P5 ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SUCKS !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna slap every boy and girl there .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whoever acts so big ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like CT aishah's little brother .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shahrulnizam .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nak step gile rabak sak .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's like , nak step mane nye lu gua sume ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Low Life .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which means his parents didn't give him love .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which means .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's a worthless animal .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Binatang .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shit animal .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol , anyway ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had the exams and like every normal secondary school ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went home as soon as i finished the exam .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah , sure , it was easy .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easy , i could cry .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But though , if i ever get lower than grade C5 ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off i go to the damned classes .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.A.P.E.R.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;lanned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ccurate ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;ure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;lements&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;eeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;enses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857303982147011427-7834984410958179107?l=ismailblgps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/feeds/7834984410958179107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6857303982147011427&amp;postID=7834984410958179107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/7834984410958179107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/7834984410958179107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/2010/05/hellohh.html' title='Hellohh ?'/><author><name>Ismail</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-8694098522611759881</id><published>2010-04-24T05:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T06:08:07.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>English Sense .</title><content type='html'>I have nothing to say for two weeks .&lt;div&gt;Here , the least i could give :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First Week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B.O.R.I.N.G &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Originally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rusting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second Week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ASSHOLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sexy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hooking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lewd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enactment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ismail ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857303982147011427-8694098522611759881?l=ismailblgps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/feeds/8694098522611759881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6857303982147011427&amp;postID=8694098522611759881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/8694098522611759881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/8694098522611759881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/2010/04/english-sense.html' title='English Sense .'/><author><name>Ismail</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-3673188461597505578</id><published>2010-04-09T05:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T17:06:40.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong .</title><content type='html'>Hie , Welcome to Dani Morris in the morning .&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well hie , i had wanted to use this post .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To you know , do whatever i want .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kayy honestly i DID cried at school today .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well , it was stupid !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cried cuz i missed someone .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew she couldn't stay back today ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But seriously i can't help crying .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i did .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MAK !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where did you go i missed you so much !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nana's words just made it worst .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So a tear came from sides of my eyes .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sofia saw this ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she attempted to comfort me or smthg .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i couldn't take it .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i cried .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nana can't understand what kind of bondage i had with Elyna .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well she could fuck off if she doesn't like it .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That includes shutting up about judging .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just cuz i cried 5 - 6 drops of tears and wiped them off ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im considered a crybaby ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you plain stupid ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dani would say she's a retard .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She added that a geek would tell her to search a Dictionary .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or a Thesaurus .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So its like ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listen to this :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was on my first few weeks of learning in PSS .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i forgotten to do hmwk once .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i took it out .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And tried to finish it .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i was almost done ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When a girl came by and said i was a " pemalas "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which meant " Lazy " in your tongue .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So its like i got really frustrated .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Couldn't think of a comeback .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was busy remember ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here we are ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the day she got a taste of her own medicine .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who's the pemalas now ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You or me ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuz she forgot to finish her homework .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this time ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It wasn't like me , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which i usually forget one or 2 questions .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time it was almost the whole of the homework .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it got bad .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She couldn't finish them .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after end of school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met Sofia and Rasyidah together with Ernie .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i couldn't enjoy their company ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuz i was feeling so down and such ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeahh , heck no ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nana and Dinie came not long after i did .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this conversation happened ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sofia : We're very disappointed .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nana : Huh ? Why ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sofia : We're very disappointed with our drama people .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nana : Huh ??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Question marks floated above Nana head *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Nana made steam face *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rasyidah/Sofia : We're blablabla cuz blablabla lazy ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nana : -.- Ismail ape ko blablabla bilang ??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ismail's Mind : Awesome hoe .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nana : Blablabla Can help me not ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sofia : No we're LAZY &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nana : blablabla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sofia : Blablabla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nana : Blablabla &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it ends there .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So its like ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole conversation was that bad .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And its like , ohh my god .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't listen from the last blablabla part ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was like dreaming &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And biting my straw and drinking the milo or some sort ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly the whole world became quiet !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it became noisy again ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then i felt a tear welling in my eye ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sofia saw this and she said smthg i forgot ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after that i couldn't take it so i cried on the spot !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really missed mum .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really loved mum .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehh , not my mum of course .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me saying that to her ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FUCK NO !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well , that's the reason i said that to my " mum " .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it's like i cried and cried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And wiped tears using Rasyidah tissues .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A whole wrong day went wrong due to ignorant Nana !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lols .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope it doesn't happen again .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It really hurts to cry like that .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean , inside it hurts .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yeahh ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to call her and/or msg her ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then i was like ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tak malu ke mintak org nye hp ??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A whole day .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for not updating the whole week ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing much happened .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;DD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buhbyeeeee ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857303982147011427-3673188461597505578?l=ismailblgps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/feeds/3673188461597505578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6857303982147011427&amp;postID=3673188461597505578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/3673188461597505578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/3673188461597505578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/2010/04/wrong.html' title='Wrong .'/><author><name>Ismail</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-7516450450900393410</id><published>2010-04-01T05:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T05:53:12.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel of Darkness .</title><content type='html'>To follow your commands , but i will fight and i will stand .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyy !&lt;br /&gt;How's life for youu guys &amp;amp;&amp;amp; gals ?&lt;br /&gt;Todayy ,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just talking about my school days for this week .&lt;br /&gt;And updates !&lt;br /&gt;From now on ,&lt;br /&gt;There will be updates every end - of - week .&lt;br /&gt;Kayy ,&lt;br /&gt;So back to the topic .&lt;br /&gt;Ismail you have to focus !&lt;br /&gt;That statement by Someone really made me say this :&lt;br /&gt;The past is history ,&lt;br /&gt;What has been done cannot be undone ,&lt;br /&gt;And people of a past age ,&lt;br /&gt;Will be forgotten and vanish .&lt;br /&gt;The time has come .&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that EPIC !&lt;br /&gt;So youu see ,&lt;br /&gt;This week i had to deal with one ( only one )&lt;br /&gt;Blessed Relief Teacher .&lt;br /&gt;Actually Blasted Relief Teacher .&lt;br /&gt;But nahh ,&lt;br /&gt;Time has go on ,&lt;br /&gt;Deep in the night .&lt;br /&gt;Not again !&lt;br /&gt;So you see ,&lt;br /&gt;My impression of this Music Relief Teacher ,&lt;br /&gt;Was that he was retarded .&lt;br /&gt;A retarded old Fool .&lt;br /&gt;A retareded old APRIL Fool .&lt;br /&gt;So you see ,&lt;br /&gt;The highlights were him and an Epic April's Fool .&lt;br /&gt;So you see ,&lt;br /&gt;He actually asked us to do stupid things .&lt;br /&gt;And we actually followed him ,&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe it .&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's gone mad .&lt;br /&gt;Like ,&lt;br /&gt;Look at this Diaphgram .&lt;br /&gt;Err , i mean Diagram .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j   jj jj jjjj ggj gggj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something like that ,&lt;br /&gt;In music form ,&lt;br /&gt;Appeared on the whiteboard .&lt;br /&gt;He asked us to tap the tables ,&lt;br /&gt;Half the class will tap the Table ,&lt;br /&gt;The other half will clap .&lt;br /&gt;So it goes like this :&lt;br /&gt;j = clapping orchestra&lt;br /&gt;g = tapping orchestra&lt;br /&gt;o = Dawvien and Mirza ( Extras )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j j j j jjjjjjj j j j j jj jj jj j&lt;br /&gt; g g g g ggggggg g g g g g g g g gg gg&lt;br /&gt;o        o                o           o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was like an imaginary " orchestra " .&lt;br /&gt;But STRAIGHT when he said the tap thing ,&lt;br /&gt;He was like , " Ta  ta ta ta tatatatatatata ta ta ta ta tatetatetata aaaa "&lt;br /&gt;And i was like , " Is he retarded ? Why bring retarded people to be RTs ? "&lt;br /&gt;URGHH !&lt;br /&gt;Old Fool .&lt;br /&gt;I'll crush the stupid bitch out of you .&lt;br /&gt;So you see ,&lt;br /&gt;There was this part where he said this :&lt;br /&gt;RT : " Stop doing your chinese homework . Stop or i'll tear that , i've done that before . "&lt;br /&gt;Victim : - pissed -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Soon , fucking retard began writing notes on the white board .*&lt;/div&gt;*Celine copies notes *&lt;br /&gt;RT : " Come , give me that , let me tear your book . "&lt;br /&gt;Celine : " Huh i - "&lt;br /&gt;RT : " Are you copying what i'm writing or are you doing smthg else ? "&lt;br /&gt;* RT thinks he's already won *&lt;br /&gt;* RT thinks Celine wil say she's doing homework *&lt;br /&gt;* PAISEHH ! *&lt;br /&gt;Celine : ..... " No , i'm writing notes . "&lt;br /&gt;RT : Okayy so let's continue ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGHH !&lt;br /&gt;So retarded .&lt;br /&gt;Old Fool .&lt;br /&gt;So it's like ,&lt;br /&gt;He's paiseh ,&lt;br /&gt;And he's still thinking he's won .&lt;br /&gt;Guess what ,&lt;br /&gt;I've reported " Improper behavior " to Mr Jana about this Retard .&lt;br /&gt;Anyway , expect him not to be hired again .&lt;br /&gt;And thank me for removing the fucktard ;D&lt;br /&gt;Ohh yeahh !&lt;br /&gt;Now that the Discipline is more stricter ,&lt;br /&gt;I've lost my Viciousness .&lt;br /&gt;The Teachers are more vicious ,&lt;br /&gt;And more sensitive than a victim at bullying .&lt;br /&gt;So any kind of mischeif leaves me no other choice .&lt;br /&gt;Like what's going to happen to Idris if he doesn't shut the fuck up .&lt;br /&gt;Shut the fuck up about ?&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ELSE !&lt;br /&gt;Are you stupid or plain dumb ?&lt;br /&gt;I was joking ,&lt;br /&gt;he was joking ,&lt;br /&gt;jokes over , the END !&lt;br /&gt;Now don't push me too far ,&lt;br /&gt;You have never seen my temper .&lt;br /&gt;Insult my balls if you may ,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it may be ,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not affected .&lt;br /&gt;But right now ,&lt;br /&gt;Idris you're getting on my nerves ...&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a fuck about whether it's a fucking joke or not ,&lt;br /&gt;But i certainly am serious .&lt;br /&gt;But jobs like this have only one person up to it .&lt;br /&gt;Yeahh easy .&lt;br /&gt;Easy peasy ,&lt;br /&gt;As easy as JOKING TOO FAR .&lt;br /&gt;Just sabo him to Mr Jana lorhh .&lt;br /&gt;Now listen fucktard ,&lt;br /&gt;Senior or Junior it doesn't matter .&lt;br /&gt;Unless , Jgchahaa , if you measure yourself to Mr Jana !&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA !&lt;br /&gt;Ohh god ,&lt;br /&gt;So enough about him .&lt;br /&gt;We've found a gracious way to solve it .&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what he's gonna say ,&lt;br /&gt;But certainly he's not going to MAKE me go for any " rembat " Whatsoever .&lt;br /&gt;Heyy Life , Is that all you got ?&lt;br /&gt;No challenges ...&lt;br /&gt;You're too easy .&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway ,&lt;br /&gt;I had to get myself sick at Mr Subas's April Fool fool trick .&lt;br /&gt;Ohh well ,&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazer to put the joke here .&lt;br /&gt;Yeahh , i've found a new word for " lyazy " .&lt;br /&gt;I had to put the y there so it won't make my mind really " lyazy " , .&lt;br /&gt;Ohh well , Till here !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** i bought new specs , not the same as Shafiqa ( hers Costed 188 ! ) ,&lt;br /&gt;But nahh ! Big deal !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857303982147011427-7516450450900393410?l=ismailblgps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/feeds/7516450450900393410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6857303982147011427&amp;postID=7516450450900393410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/7516450450900393410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/7516450450900393410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/2010/04/angel-of-darkness.html' title='Angel of Darkness .'/><author><name>Ismail</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-2226113410952104411</id><published>2010-03-26T20:19:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T20:46:11.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Change .</title><content type='html'>And i did too .&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello people ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today , i have a serious matter to talk about .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This , is regarding all that had passed since early 20 09 .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends , which i cannot name .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This could be the answer that you would be all looking for .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year before i left ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didnt want to remember any of you .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And especially Aishah .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all knew who i was , who was the Madame ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Dark Lady , haha .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot remember any of you ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For if i do , none of my goals shall succeed .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though i do feel guilty for this .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things change , my friends .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i did too .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look all around you .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's all a matter of confidence .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're confident you may still succeed with me ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go ahead .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i can't .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I left you all long ago ever since my 12th Birthday .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the midnight of 1/12/09 .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you remember the scripts ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe you didn't .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because you were all to busy to notice me giving you that .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i have it with me ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And after reading it ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The change was absolute .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I completely blacked out from you .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so , ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not a new beginning or a new life .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just you going to a higher level of education .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So stop acting like its over for your &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mentel whorish friendships ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be mature within ur immaturity .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You had 5 friends to follow you ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had none .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started from scratch ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with my seniors and of my level ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which some boys and girls , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Decided to be childish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite their maturity to not befriend me .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sodo the world a favor and rid this world of one less idiot .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And stop trying to negotiate me to go ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For any fucking meet-ups you've planned .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're an embarrassment to me .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why aren't you even studying ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That alone ruined my impression of you .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be smart .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forget it .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857303982147011427-2226113410952104411?l=ismailblgps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/feeds/2226113410952104411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6857303982147011427&amp;postID=2226113410952104411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After i entered the school ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AS i entered the school ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw a figure waving to me .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quickly ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought to myself .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one was following me from behind ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And no one was around me ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i half confirmed she was waving at me !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I waved back .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And placed my umbrella back on my head .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after that i slowly unmasked myself ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whee ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And placed the umbrealla on my hand .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon i was sitting down and with ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess who ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sofia !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its only 5:30 ++ ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It did seemed quite late .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But nvrm ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But mind the fact that we were the only ones from drama in the canteen ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though there were many others form GB or BB or NPCC or NCDCC or NCC ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dunnoe .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there was Kirawan ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So maybe they were BB .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And GB .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were ladies .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So soon , i think Farhanah and the others arrived ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Followed by i think Dinie and , uhh , Yanti i think .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dunnoe how to spell her .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm , strange how we used to say to each other " I hate bitches ! "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from a line nowhere ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now we dont even talk .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh well .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after them i think its Syazana and Ira .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyy ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last time i used to say to Wana ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wana , Ko tauhh taq ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Klau aqu amek " W " dari name ko ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ko jadi Tembak .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ko tauhh yg Bazooka , Syazana ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hhhahs !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its like now im surrounded by Ernie Syazana and Syazana .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh yes ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other Sec 1s didnt come .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except me and Dinie .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you see ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought Dinie was Tooba ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And how Tooba could be that close to Yanti .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XDXD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeahh ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forgot to mention ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before all of em ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was Mr Suhaimi .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He came to us ( Sofia and Me )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And gave us Cappuccino Rolls .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or something .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it was delicious ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i was scared i might get a stomach cramp !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after giving us that he left ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not without asking me why i wasn't going for the party .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So blah blah . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yeah !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He just told me to grow as tall as Ernie .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Impossible ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ernie is almost 2 heads taller than me !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yeahh ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He mentioned he was going for the " Party of the Year " .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh well ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really regretted not going .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It must've been fun .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If i went i would miss Nadiyah :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yeahh ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forgot .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before Farhanah there came Nadiyah and Asmeera .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ehh wait .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asmeera ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ameera !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeahh .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ameera .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after that ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was 6 pm ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we went up the bus .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Mdm Mita brought her son along !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate to think he was just wee bit shorter than i am .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL .. what a joke !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i was done ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were done and onboard the bus .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we were on board ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I listened to my eff you see kay ink earpiece .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the MP3 attached .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i took out my Jean Ure book .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And went on to read . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i wasn't done with a word when Suhaila , or Suhaili ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shouted .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe it wasn't her ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But just my luck i was stuck with a gayy immature !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehh ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's not gay , but i couldn't figure why he wanted to sit with ME&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rather than by himself or perhaps with Rushdi .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or Rusydi .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or Rudy .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malay names all sound the same to me hehh !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh , hehh again ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shout immature to people who dont act their age .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like if you're 19 , act 19 . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;48 , act 48 .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont be like :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15 = 9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15 = 67 .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter what ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All guys his age dont act like him !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll tell you what he did later on .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after that ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took this opportunity of him complaining ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To tell him to exchange seats with me .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So he did ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i felt wayy better .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never asked for him to sit outside of me !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in my ears . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beautiful , dirty dirty rich rich . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my boook ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... Her eyes were as big as Satellite Dishes , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... and she beamed her satellite dishes at me . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after that ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I soon doze off .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke back ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kept my book ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doze off again .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until of course i woke back up and continued reading .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This patterned continued &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till i reached Tampines .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we proceeded off the bus ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then i pretended we were in Malaysia ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And pointed to my map - clothe ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're over here , in melaker .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so we proceeded to Mcdonalds .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There i waved to a couple and then guess what they did .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They had this " WTF . " sign floating neon above their heads .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They just stared at me !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said hie , waved at em and all i get is a WTF above heads .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to sit beside them ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But nahh .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They'll do the WTF thing again .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So youu see ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we proceeded to the CC .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took a seat ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sat beside the prettymost Syazana ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And beside me was her brother RusyRushdiDy .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so i kept stealing her French Fries .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The French fires tasted funny .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Either French fries or french fires !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were HOT !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i just couldnt get enough ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause the Fires lasted a short while before cooling down ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i thought it might be safe to eat lots of em .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OHH TO MY HORROR !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You would go ouch if you were me .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It left a rash on my tongue .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine how much it hurts !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i tried looking for water ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadly no .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i kept on looking for it ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waving my hand at my mouth .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I looked like a retard , and a dog for keeping my tongues sticking out .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wtf !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i caught the attention of Sofia ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for no reason , ( You might XD at this )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She pointed out a 1 with her index finger .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She asked ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's this number ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really wanted to answer ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you know how it feels to be so " pedas " right ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i tried my best to mouth out a 1 .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldnt ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i just pointed out a 1 on my indexs too .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it was too late ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she said ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you're acting honey .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ARHH !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS IS NOT THE TIME !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so desperate for water .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if i remembered i even asked ppl ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who obviously dont have water ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for water .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stupid ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end i tried doing the scrolls .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azararth . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Metrion . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Xinthos...............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azarath . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Metrion . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Xinthos...............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azarath . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Metrion . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Xinthos...............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end i cooled down ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And at the same time the show started .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was still thinking , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WTF was i doing just now ?!? !?! ?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So nvrm .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The show started ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clapps ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dramatic ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clapps ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fights ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Done .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it was done ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then i forgot all about the feedback forms .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh well ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why would you care anyway ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You dont even supply water . &gt;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You dont wanna know my feedback on that !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we went back out through the door .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had this awkward feeling .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You spend an eternity in Dark Cinematic Rooms ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And suddenly bright lights come on ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you feel awkward cause its like as if you just woke up from sleep .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still we went on the bus ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And suddenly Dinie became Bestest Friend Forever with me ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shared jokes ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played around with Tooba's Way of Life - Talking With Bracers Vol.2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we went on the bus ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bus started moving ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suhaili could be heard from afar back ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Farhanah could be heard from afar back ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nabila behind us ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Switched back to my opp seat ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In front of me was Ameera ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BDR on my MP3 ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blahhh .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we reached back ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Ira and i planned to go back home together .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So youu know blah3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And suddenly both of us said together ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If a bus pass by or something .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We played a game ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random game .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If a Mercedes pass by this stretch of road , you be cursed for 5 years .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If a Van pass by the opp bus stop , You be cursed for 677 years .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sumn like that .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in the end i went home ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And fell asleep all by myself at the hall .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tired .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Done !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857303982147011427-1703595781448159389?l=ismailblgps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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really had to get ready fast ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was already 4++ .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i went on and had a bath ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that i was plain ridiculous .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What should i wear ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What should i use as a bag ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What kind of shorts / pants / quarters should i wear ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a mess .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i contacted Sofia ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she said i should wear any pants i had .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And long sleeve shirt .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I agreed more ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuz CCs are always cold and it was raining ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if i had worn 3/4s instead of 4/4s ( a name i made :D ) ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would thaw out !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was right about that though .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i actually didnt know what to wear as a " long sleeve shirt " ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i just bought what my mom bought me .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's really cute ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or so i thought .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well it had a map on it ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was bought as a souvenir from Melackerh .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It had those kind of things &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which looked like im wearing two clothes ;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One long sleeve and one short sleeve .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like the ones youu see matrep malaysher pkaii .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually i despised thinking of that !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i made it seem better by telling myself its cute .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i DID feel better ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so i picked it to go with the pants .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were long ones with the color of beige .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeahh that's what Sofia said it should .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was a bit colorblind , so i think i may be wrong .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blahblah and i was already wearing it .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nice , warm , just - ironed cute shirt .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kayy maybe cut off the cute .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after that ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had yet ONE more problem .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to bring &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My phone ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Jean Ure book ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mp3 .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So they were too many things to bring by pockets .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i looked for a bag and the only small bag i had was that matrep bag .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The camera bag .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eughh ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I use to think its pretty but after almost 2 years using it i think it sucks .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i looked like a total dweeb .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually right ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didnt like using it cus some ppl say its for matreps .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i already was looking 29% like em !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sucks dicks gazzets .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to call Sofia ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then she didnt pick up .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i called Ameera ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She too didnt pick it up .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i was already late so i just used it and went off ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feeling totally baaad about the bag !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after that i took 240 ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead of walking to Lakeside mrt then take mrt .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went the long way .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after that i took 243W since 243G had too many ppl .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And also , W reached at the same time as i did .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually horhh ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never W to get to school .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took G .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so W was completely alien .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flashback of grey and white . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaq Aisyah : Okayy so since your PSS frens take both W&amp;amp;G . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : We can take any of em ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaq Aisyah : Yes !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : But maybe let's just stick to G . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaq Aisyah : Okayy .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flashback back .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With Color .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i just took the bus and went off .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the bus , i was the last so i had no seat .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this mother ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or so i thought ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( She was damn young ; minahrep )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had to stand with me with her trolly .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And her baby was just so noisy .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bu t i cant really listen to my mp3 .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just dont like it .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until i get a seat ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which i didnt get at all for the whole ride .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after that ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I opened my umbrella and held it so close to my head ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That it actually hid my face , .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought it looked smexy ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuz in my head i was listening to Beautiful Dirty Rich .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im tired .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second post later .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857303982147011427-3659206671497543688?l=ismailblgps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/feeds/3659206671497543688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6857303982147011427&amp;postID=3659206671497543688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/3659206671497543688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/3659206671497543688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/2010/03/beautiful-dirty-dirty.html' title='Beautiful dirty dirty'/><author><name>Ismail</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-79508148949095173</id><published>2010-03-05T18:07:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T18:18:46.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone loves me</title><content type='html'>Hie .&lt;div&gt;Well ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found out something .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This girl is like ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She likes me and says all kinds of things .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He means the world to me oh my gosh oh my . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like , everyone loves me and only nana is special ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huuuu . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But pity her .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loving a stone ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and not a mirror .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She said this :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ismail is one cute guy .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He loves this bitch which has a sickening nickname .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ismail just loves everyone ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially girls .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think its because he's not used to being used to boys .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like him .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He may like **** but he doesn't really take the steps ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so maybe he's fallen out of love for her .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe he's always like that .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friends tell me his exs are always people ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who he likes and they like him back .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still , i have hope .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day my beauty will catch him .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the bitch can just say goodbye .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait no ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ismail can say goodbye .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes ismail only has crushes .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**** cant be love could it ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If all those crushes were loves ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He''s desperate .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But he said he was having crushes syndrome ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that **** was the longest crush .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before it gets any further ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want him to stop .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bcos if thn it might turn to love .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;??Well guess how tired i got !??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to copy it ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldnt copy and paste cuz its a diary .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kayy gtg , brbfalw , good bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857303982147011427-79508148949095173?l=ismailblgps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/feeds/79508148949095173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6857303982147011427&amp;postID=79508148949095173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/79508148949095173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/79508148949095173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/2010/03/someone-loves-me.html' title='Someone loves me'/><author><name>Ismail</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-8323837569120822440</id><published>2010-03-05T16:29:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T17:01:52.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Specially for Dawnn ~ * The MaryJohn Case</title><content type='html'>Hell0 .&lt;div&gt;Ohh yeahh , im going to update soon .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Insyaallah ! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuz if then , nk knh tukarr songs .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yeahh i finally gt a taste of that Sheperd pie ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or something like that . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well , there's this thing rite ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTTR -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ehehhh , yeah !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got this couple patch up huuhhhhhh . .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Digg .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I scoop .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I take all i can !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i all i can take . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is this !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mary and John * not real names *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just broke up .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuz one day ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;John went all the way and came late , by almost an hour .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you see ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Mary didnt like his punctuality .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She hates him being late .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first time he was late , app 5 mins .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kayy japp .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Facebook Notification .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Biiiiiiiiiingett aqu !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chybaii !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Japp .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okayy done ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the first time he was late by 5 mins .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the second one he was late by 10 ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so on . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then this time . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeahh .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you see ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He kept getting late , that's all .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So they broke up just cuz of that .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lame huhh ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cant John apologise ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes he did but he never mentioned it any other time ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides the time he was late .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So IWC is trying to help , and we want you to give your ideas ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that Mary and John could get together .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mary*Anisha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;John*Fadhyla &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okayy ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No , dont post nonsense .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont talk about sex .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh yes ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A double post on posting .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeahh you see ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was actually making a spoof of Dawnn ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and YET . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THERE started people calling me a hypocrite . . .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THERE started people calling me a jerk . . ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THERE started people who cant take jokes . .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THERE started people acting as imposters . . ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THERE started people saying i was criticizing . . ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THERE started immature people .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So lots of " THERE " i couldve put ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i aint want to .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They cant take a joke is it ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why wasn't Shane Dawson like , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Criticized cuz he kept making spoofs of miley cyrus and such .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made a spoof and it could trigger these stuffs .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOooolls !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im laughing my head off .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope Dawnn could really take it .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well if not i have no regrets saying sorry .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hypocrites is a name given to people ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who hates people in secret but actually ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretends to like them .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this guy was referring to ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hypocrites is a name given to people ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who makes spoofs of others ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And calling them Staplers .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wtf ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahahahahaha !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant stop laughing !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okayy , Dinie , ur a stapler .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ISMAIL UR A HYPORCRIhahahaaaha !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant . ..  . .. ...  . . stop .  .. . .  LAUGHING !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So im calling ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mirza , you merepek , just kidding .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ismail ure a jerk and a hyporcrite !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wtfhahahhahahaahaha !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Siial uhh !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways , if you cannot take jokes ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dont have to spam .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's even more wrong than making jokes ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which would hurt people by accident .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuz if then then you're actually venting ur anger .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well , dont ask me .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You couldve said &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont like the joke , why are you doing this ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like , im trying to stop myself from laughing .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B . ... R .  .. . B ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okayy , hhhahs , that was looong .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So im trying to be serious , right ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okayy .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So okayy , fyyne .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I WILL make my blog extra private ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and also . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nahh . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If i do others wont be able to read .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Dawnn ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It really was a joke ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i did say it was at the end of the post .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That post was just to advertise IWC .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you dont have to get angry .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And spams arent supposed to use MY post ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to tell ME how they feel about me .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well i dont care anyway .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And im still laughing . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GAHAHAHAHAHA !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well , i'll be back one day when it stops ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alrite ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ciiao !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Persevere in what we do ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857303982147011427-8323837569120822440?l=ismailblgps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/feeds/8323837569120822440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6857303982147011427&amp;postID=8323837569120822440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/8323837569120822440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/8323837569120822440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/2010/03/specially-for-dawnn-maryjohn-case.html' title='Specially for Dawnn ~ * The MaryJohn Case'/><author><name>Ismail</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-1947599526012977644</id><published>2010-02-27T04:18:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T05:31:28.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upp and Downn Dawnn Duskk</title><content type='html'>Hie !&lt;div&gt;Okayy hie guyss &amp;amp;&amp;amp; girls , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My name is Ismail ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is my . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ungrateful - Bitch - Quit - Drama - Because - Of - Her - Stupid - Boredom . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dawnn Tann !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And her fucking brother . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulot - Senget - Kenerh - Stapler - Bedarah - Bukak - Balek Stapler - Ikot - Kakak - Ikat - Rambut - Senget - Macam - Mulot - Dher - Sendirik .. . . .. . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Duskk !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome to Ismail &amp;amp; Nana In The Morning ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyy guys !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Say hello !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quit it , bitch !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh sad Gaiis , Nukk Galls , Bitch !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( I said Guyys , Not gals , bitch ! )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyy Gurls , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Say hello !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bitch are you gon' say hello to Stapler mouth or am i gon' Bust ur tits out ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mahh hand movin tuh mahh pocket and im gon put this black dick and just pull e trigger . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Hie stapler mouth ! *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now , that took a lot o' time , and im gon punish you .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BAAAAD girl !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Theoo ! *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* YEAKKKK ! *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Spurt ! *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now im okayy . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohhkayy Dawnn and Duskk , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll start with the survey .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How did you come to know about ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ismail &amp;amp; Nana in the morning ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I learnt it through my friends . .  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* staples yet another bullet staple right up her lips *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You should stop doing that , you'll look prettier .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really ? * Stap ! *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goshh .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohhkayy , Ismail &amp;amp; Nana in the morning is sponsored by IWC International ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we're going to explore yet another part of our time .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On this week , IWC will be going round Pioneer Secondary School ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To see other's view on Marriage , and between it and their Academics .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This will be posted here , on Happy Blogger , and that should be all .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our prime targets . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would be Nurul Ameera , Nadiyah , Farhanah &amp;amp; Friend , and privately others . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pls do not take to heart Of the above Dawnn and Duskk ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were not meant to penetrate the heart ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And also not made to spill out tears . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cut the Drama , Drama mama .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And moral of the story is ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Dont be ungrateful for thou what ye will , what ye do is what thou will . "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which is , in english ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Dont be so ungrateful for what you do will be what you will ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for what you will will be what you do "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which is in Simplified English , or SE ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Karma . "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857303982147011427-1947599526012977644?l=ismailblgps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/feeds/1947599526012977644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6857303982147011427&amp;postID=1947599526012977644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/1947599526012977644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/1947599526012977644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/2010/02/upp-and-downn-dawnn-duskk.html' title='Upp and Downn Dawnn Duskk'/><author><name>Ismail</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-172413364209401630</id><published>2010-02-19T03:59:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T05:50:35.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohh hie !&lt;div&gt;How was ur dayy guyys &amp;amp;&amp;amp; galss ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kayy you cant really answer dat , so nvrm .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todayy ritee , I was like dh bes skolahh .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thn blah3 terjmperhh Fahanah . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually i dunnoe hw to spell dat , but nahh it mightve been alright .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soo i was like engrossed in talking witt her about things and stuffs ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And ohh .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gave her e Rose meant for "          " .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeahh she didnt want it !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just as predicted in e script .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not any script , its a magical one .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found it while running in e park .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well it seemed to be right in e writing ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like its in my language , english !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whoaa , its not ancient , good .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well maybe it is . . . but its kinda weird .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see it implanting within itself Raihanah not wanting it .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually there is something within her heart . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whoaa . . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THAT sounded wrong . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kinda .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like , lets get on witt it .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found fhanah , and soo we were engrossed in talking .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sophia passed by . . ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends passed by . . ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And thn blah , blah and blah we found my favorite person !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohhh , its Na - di - yah ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was i correct ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aww she spelled it dat way at drama anyway .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soo she and also another favorite , uhh , Ameera ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And me !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time they were not as lame as aishah and ama liza .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh well lets carry on .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you see ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ended up going together to pass a fullscap ( or smthg )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Sophia , which she forgot to take after her purchase .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So on e way back we saw fahanah and her friend leaving e school .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Nadiyah was like ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Dher tinggalkn beg ktorg ? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then its like so lols uhh !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thn we got back , thn we talked .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thn we walked around e school .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its like ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to 3rd level , and walked and walked .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh yeahh , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ameera had to use e girls toilet on e 3rd floor .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nadiyah tmn her .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soo i was left witt a nnk at e classroom nearby .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talk and talk and Nadiyah asked me to stand outside e toilet ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saying my voice will make Ameera feel better .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lmaooo , i talked and talked ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i made up this topic on I Love You .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" I love you Nadiyah ! Will you marry me ? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And its like blah3 and thn Ameera came out at last .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we were done , and we kinda sneaked into e " Drama Room " . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soo we went on and took pictures  .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And laughed at one of em .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TSKTSK ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gtg now , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uhhm ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hug ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yehhh , dats e way !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;buhbye !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sobsobs . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857303982147011427-172413364209401630?l=ismailblgps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/feeds/172413364209401630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6857303982147011427&amp;postID=172413364209401630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/172413364209401630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/172413364209401630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/2010/02/ohh-hie-how-was-ur-dayy-guyys-galss.html' title=''/><author><name>Ismail</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-6308330758305208118</id><published>2010-02-15T04:14:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T04:28:49.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pass that dutch , pass dat dutch . Pass dat dutch , pass dat dutch .</title><content type='html'>Cum'on pass e dutch bby , shake shake shake ur stuff bby !&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hie yo .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I , uhhm .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been a bit busy , like fuckkkkkkkkkkk dat !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dunnoe , i feel busy .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh yeah !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found e so called " cool specs sec 3 girl " .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her name really is shafiqa , and i found her fb !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wooooohhhh ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You bitchy whores - MAY NOT - know her ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No reason tuh fuck me though .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like , if ya'll see her specs you'll be wanting dat .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im already about to breaaaaak my specs to buy those !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only one thing .. ..  where ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cam tk maluu saak klau tanye .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapy klau tk tanye camne plakkk . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sesat jalan malu tanye .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kayy . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S0ooo ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see i had a real weird convo witt Nana ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh yeah i doubt you know who she is :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it was really weird .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love her , she's cute and all e more prettier than anyone i met .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure , fucktards be sayin * kaq * Nadia and dat Specs girl were prettier !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But on my point of view i mean srsly ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raihanah is GLOWING .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's beautiful .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And e others were my seniors .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except for Landaa ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dunnoe who e fuck would wanna catch'a " its complicated "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Witt a senior .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventually he broke up but e daaaaaamn of him to ask a patchup .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh yeah i was sorry i spoilt his moments , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuz i stole Atiqah's hp and ye know wat happened ! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soo back to e beat ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See , it was weird .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like she felt so cold it touched my heart . . . ( ismail ismail . pukymak ko . )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diam ko !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeahh serious , sejukk sakk .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sampai aqu demam .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tauu ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lovesieeck ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lovesick pale otak ko  . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pale otak ko balekk !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you see , in PSS there are interesting ppl i met .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kay back to e beat again .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kecian dher .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She must've been stressed out .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still wont stop saying e " I love youhh "s and " muuackz "s to her ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyday .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i was like , trpranjat uhh .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She tk pnh camtu perhh , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So its like a very big thing .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know , i may have said something wrong .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knew ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* eyelids getting heavy *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kayy guyys and galss ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy have a nice day !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean , night .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im feeling sleepy .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kayys , till here i shall end . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buhbyeeeeee !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857303982147011427-6308330758305208118?l=ismailblgps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/feeds/6308330758305208118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6857303982147011427&amp;postID=6308330758305208118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/6308330758305208118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/6308330758305208118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/2010/02/pass-that-dutch-pass-dat-dutch-pass-dat.html' title='Pass that dutch , pass dat dutch . Pass dat dutch , pass dat dutch .'/><author><name>Ismail</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-7110998316946642612</id><published>2010-02-14T20:53:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:27:02.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's a BITCH</title><content type='html'>Talk mo junk but wont look my way .&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hie ya'll !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nice blogging nowadays ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yeah .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember my andalus cla -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shuddup .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember my andalus classes every saturday right ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kayy , as ya'll know i always go home witt Irfan every day ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuz we got e same block .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as usual something crazy was happening ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll story this to ya ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were going home , but before that could happen ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Irfan wanted to go McDonald's .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I protested , and made a hundred reasons .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i couldnt resist a Choc Sundae and . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Mcflurry .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didnt buy e French fries , bitches know why .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after dat ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to e bus stop , waiting for e 98 .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh yeahh , if *Kaq* Rasyidah was right ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then that bus actually passed by her home evryday :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you see , while we were waiting , (wwwww)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I caught a seat before him .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THAT made me real proud and made me warm all inside :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was grinning !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But not for long ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuz .. .  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GHAHAHA !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant stop laughing at wat happened .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since last Tuesday there were a few bees buzzing around e seats .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently he mistaken my grin for me to eat him , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or wtf he was thinkin , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But he buzz around me ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Landed on my sideways index finger ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my hand . .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i freaked out .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knows wat e bee could doo ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wat if it was a wasp ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh , its still big anyway !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well , i couldnt stop grinning , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i grinned witt my eyes WIDE OPEN ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which of course looked kinda stupid ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And like Joker somewhat .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I opened my mouth to scream ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And stood up , only to learn dat 14 ( i counted , i had time to ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other bees floating around !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All those i had mentioned about e bees happened real quick ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I flicked every part of my body , ( dont get horny , slut , i didnt do dat )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ran a few distances away .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon 14 bees were conquering other seats .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nyonya went up ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sexy couple went up ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Edward Cullen and Edward scissorshand ( &gt;.&lt;div&gt;In apek form went up ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And soon irfan and i were e only 2 remaining survivor .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To survive wat ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No stings at all .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the bees were like ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" You want one ? " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bitch !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then e bus came .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we took it back home .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we arrived at e void deck ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We thought of buying Batu air ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or watever he called it .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Call it Air batu , he say batu air .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nak batu api ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i bought milo , he buy milo .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went up e lift .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you see , i was prepared for his little " trap " long before it happened . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He stopped me from reaching e button , but i managed to press level 2 .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At Lvl 2 , i screamed ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" TOLONG ! TOLONG ! ADE ORG NK ROGOL AKU ! AHH TOLONG ! "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like e situation was sooo big and chaotic , we heard doors opening .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This all happened in 2 seconds .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So he stopped me from going out ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i used e only weapon i had .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not a weapon , but nahh .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A weapon in this case is anytyng you could use .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used my block of ice at his neck , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It wasnt opened so its clean -.- stupid slut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So he jerked back and screamed , while buying me time to get out .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not much " time " luhh ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I managed to get out .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toot - teeteet - teeteet !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went e door .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye irfan !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I waved .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The neighbors  were watching me .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-.- -.- -.- -.- -.- -.- Went e neighbors .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My face grew red , and i went up e stairs to e 3rd level .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes i lived at e 3rd level .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soo you see ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It wasnt such a crazy day after all .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaykay , i gotta go .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh no !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a lil sum'n fo ya .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember i said i did experiments at e bus interchange at e new intrchnge ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well here's e result ya 'll !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A hottie from another country :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Old " i dont care guy " stared just a lil below her neck . 4 seconds .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NS muke paikiaq guy just couldnt care less . 0 seconds .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;India guy wearing pink stared at her top - to - bottom . 2 seconds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apek LoveToKorekIdong stared at her below . 2 seconds .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nyonya balek pasar pagy bute stared at her , daggers . 5 seconds !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hottie from Malaysia flickered her hair , adjusts her bra . 1 second .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Indian woman jelinkk .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malay NCDCC sergeant just couldnt care less but his walkman . 0 seconds .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whore from Slutty Land coughed . 2 seconds worth of coughing .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Old tetek tk tau jage mouthed out a vomit sign .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Old tetek tk tau jage husband stared at her young boobs , nthg else . 3 seconds !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ive got more , but if i ever do a blog post on weekdays ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll tell you wat i saw on dat day alright ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kayys , i gtg . muuuackz !&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/6857303982147011427-7110998316946642612?l=ismailblgps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/feeds/7110998316946642612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6857303982147011427&amp;postID=7110998316946642612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/7110998316946642612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/7110998316946642612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/2010/02/shes-bitch.html' title='She&apos;s a BITCH'/><author><name>Ismail</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-4351014218772936081</id><published>2010-02-13T04:05:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T19:20:51.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whaa ?</title><content type='html'>I like to get to know ya so i can show ya ,&lt;div&gt;Put e pussy on ya likka told ya !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gimme all ye numburs so i can show ya ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl actin stank thn call me ova !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not on e bed lay me on ye sofa ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Call befo ye come i need tuh shave mah chocha !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ye do or ye dont or ye will a wontcha ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go down town and eat it likka vultcha !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See mah hips and mah tips dontcha ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See mah ass and mah lips dontcha ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lost a few pounds at my whives fo ya ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tis e kindda beat dat go ba ta ta ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ba ta tata ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tata tata ta ta ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sex me so good ahh say blahblahblah ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work it , i needda glass of watar !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy oh boy its gud tuh know ya . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hie !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry i was just rapping ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And doing it backwards just makes it sound so good .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todayy ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find dat , maybe Rushiqah hates me .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe we should stay away ferm her ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ye know , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So she cn have her peace .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No , im nt sensitive , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just seeing wat i could do best for just thi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;s one teenie weenie person .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe not teenie weenie , she is afterall quite big ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If ya know wat i mean .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anw , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met Rafiq @ madrasah todayy .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He seems just very . . . lols .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I as usual kept dancing nobody in class .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People got pissed ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuz dats wat i do ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You wont find a bitch dats even betta !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It aint hot if im not there , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gahaha !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lawls , im thinking of sum'n ..  ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/S3ab8AWvuzI/AAAAAAAAAKo/5noEKJJczYg/s320/missy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437705055286311730" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Know wat ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im a big fan of Missy Elliot !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know her dark history since e age of 5 ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Memorised Pass That Dutch at e age of 7 ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Downloading her songs at e age of 9 ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Memorising Ching a Ling , She's a bitch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At e age of 11 ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work and work it at e age of 12 ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course , her house in Portsmouth VA ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Born on July 1 1971 ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almost all her albums ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Supa Dupa Fly ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is not a Test ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both being mah fave ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course , her timbaland partner ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her unveiled history ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And all others , ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they say all that is required to be a fan of someone ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So dont blindly think dat by liking songs ur dat artist fan lmaoo !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okayy ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im done for todayy .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chikka !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;buhbye ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you Raihanah ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muuackz .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857303982147011427-4351014218772936081?l=ismailblgps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/feeds/4351014218772936081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6857303982147011427&amp;postID=4351014218772936081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/4351014218772936081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/4351014218772936081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/2010/02/whaa.html' title='Whaa ?'/><author><name>Ismail</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/S3ab8AWvuzI/AAAAAAAAAKo/5noEKJJczYg/s72-c/missy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-8773448218301205319</id><published>2010-02-12T05:21:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T04:02:34.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>M - I - S - E , Missy be a freak .</title><content type='html'>Sex so good i could freak ya on mah sleep .&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh hie ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todayy i had a nice day ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a good chat to top it up !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like ice cream topped witt chocolate and cheryy .. .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im gettin too horny !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forgot to say i love you to Raihanah , together witt e muuackz !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh no , God please dont end this relation between me ;(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okayy , so i was like , couldnt stop saying Dina is sexy .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like , lols !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honest .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And be urself !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So youhh see , i bought this special thing for Nana ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh she's nt gonna read this blog .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont worry i gt it covered .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought this box , it has hearts and all over it ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a rosy pen which i tot it was cute !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It even has its smell youhh know .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My maid tot it was real .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anw , inside e box , I put in marbles .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then , i tot of putting in my things from e Vault -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GREEN HEARTS &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Folded Straws ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Green .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEARTED " I-LOVE-YOU "S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Papers made into ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Heart shapes ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Printed on it says " I love you "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- In 3 diff languages &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Valentine's Girft for her .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course , a card !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few perfumes and im done ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohhh of course !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homework !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forgot !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to do iyt yo .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So maybe you just wait a while ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gotta take a dukie ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wo ai ni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ana Uhibbukka&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku cinta sama kamu ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-8584836063725790929</id><published>2010-02-10T02:24:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T02:40:18.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To e M - I , prrrr ~</title><content type='html'>Cats likkka semi ,&lt;br /&gt;Nigga stole mah car whynt you get meh ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelll .. . . . no .&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna say hello but instead comes out a hell no .&lt;br /&gt;Hell no bitch , cuz ai ain't fo no nigga givin tips .&lt;br /&gt;Well , its getting lamer , those group of ppl .&lt;br /&gt;I cant say e name or i'll be so mad , you'll find a gruesome death on e news tmorrw .&lt;br /&gt;Well , im starting tuh hate dat man .&lt;br /&gt;I mean , gal .&lt;br /&gt;Insolent DAUGHTER of a *t - tooot toot* !&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if i said this , but it had to be said .&lt;br /&gt;Did dat guy really gt e right msg ?&lt;br /&gt;Dont blive isnina could be a hypo .&lt;br /&gt;I mean , uhy e fuck are you like , kayy nvrm .&lt;br /&gt;Dina and Aishah were waiting outside my school .&lt;br /&gt;I like dat !&lt;br /&gt;Wait and wait till drama is ovr .&lt;br /&gt;And ohh , I was about to say hie and hug Dina , but maaan ,&lt;br /&gt;Aishah was there , and like , wats dat nigga doin ther' ?&lt;br /&gt;Those big ass words : FUCK DAT :D&lt;br /&gt;and im like , about not to giv a damn , a fuck ,&lt;br /&gt;But i really wanted to see Dina .&lt;br /&gt;But nahh , nigga's ther .&lt;br /&gt;I aint in for nigga nxt tuh princess 1980 .&lt;br /&gt;Diina diina .&lt;br /&gt;Aishah fuck ?&lt;br /&gt;Fuck much and bitchy much .&lt;br /&gt;Dont ask me about dat forgiv thing , its lame to forget things like dat .&lt;br /&gt;So youhh see , im nt sure if dat Rush - dye ( citation and real name needed ) *&lt;br /&gt;really gt e right msg .&lt;br /&gt;" Dher tu yg nk knh rembat " or smthg .&lt;br /&gt;Gee , i would go for dat lame shit , but nahh .&lt;br /&gt;Ouhh , i listened to " Nina " , and asked upper secs for directions .&lt;br /&gt;Didnt really follow em home , but i had 2 others to help me anw ;D&lt;br /&gt;Its so nice when ppl help youhh .&lt;br /&gt;" What do we do now ? ! "&lt;br /&gt;" Nvrm , youhh follow us . "&lt;br /&gt;Aft dat , i was only wanting to follow her , but thn nxt thing i know ,&lt;br /&gt;Other ppl knew about it .&lt;br /&gt;Haiggg , haigghaigg .&lt;br /&gt;Nvrm , i didnt follow her .&lt;br /&gt;Follow someone else !&lt;br /&gt;Yeahh ive had enough toking about dat .&lt;br /&gt;I wanna talk about todayy , and e future .&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;I love Raihanah !&lt;br /&gt;And i love Raihanah .&lt;br /&gt;And im nt blogging for e nxt few days ,&lt;br /&gt;So uhhm ,&lt;br /&gt;To Chinese or anti racists , Happy New Year ,&lt;br /&gt;And to loverboyz and lovergals ,&lt;br /&gt;Whores and bastards ,&lt;br /&gt;Sluts and dogs ,&lt;br /&gt;Prostitutes and Scumbag whores ,&lt;br /&gt;She - biatches and He - biatches ,&lt;br /&gt;Ladies &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Gentlemans ,&lt;br /&gt;~ Ismail &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Raihanah ~&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's !&lt;br /&gt;*If ya dont celebrate it , no need tuh say it .&lt;br /&gt;**If ya not sayin it , fuck urselves .&lt;br /&gt;*** Fuckin urselves already ? Just fuck off and have fun .&lt;br /&gt;****Havin fun ? Well dats a way of Valentines .&lt;br /&gt;*****So happy Valentines day !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857303982147011427-8584836063725790929?l=ismailblgps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/feeds/8584836063725790929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6857303982147011427&amp;postID=8584836063725790929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/8584836063725790929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/8584836063725790929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-e-m-i-prrrr.html' title='To e M - I , prrrr ~'/><author><name>Ismail</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-2099441270838135812</id><published>2010-02-06T17:30:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T17:56:47.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Justin Review ~</title><content type='html'>Lols hie , this is a review on Justin ~&lt;div&gt;Its been looooong since i made a review , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 years ago on Kekasihku Seru ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeahyeah .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we'll start off .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Justin is between 15 -17 , others say 18 -20 .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In any case , he's preposterously young to make songs .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They sound nice because he takes melodies and rhythms , together witt beats ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From either Britney Spears , or any other forgotten artists .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bleahh , lyrics were never created by hym .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's fake as Rihanna .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like , he just studies e chorus .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then wat about e rest ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lyricists .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They made it a success but all credit goes to dat money hungry dog .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kay , maybe not money hungry , but nahh . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant think of a worser name ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except for saying he thinks love is about money .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like , i give youhh and buy youhh all e things youhh want cuz i love youhh .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People say youhh DO anytyng for her , not BUY .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As youhh can see there's a fucking difference .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i have proof !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh yeahh not to forget he thinks girls want him cuz of $$ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waaaaaaaaaaat a jerkk !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did i really once liked his songs ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well eyahh , only cuz One time is . . . ohh yeahh i dont like it now .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's proof ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And all proof youhh need ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frm one time , there's :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" . . . Give youhh everytyng i need down to my last dime "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Youhh MAY NOT get it , but he has just to mention money in his songs ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which even i am a boy but im disgusted .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh and there's e . .  uhh , wat was dat ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was it Love me ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh well i hope youhh get it anw :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" . . fool me fool me oh how youhh do me " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and of course i'll include :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" . . . My money is yours give youhh a lil more bcoz i love ya , love ya .. . "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;W . . .  t . . .  f ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lols , youhh guys know humpty dumpty song rite ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well the melody really sounds like dat .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like some kindergarten melody , its cool witt britney but fuck not witt dat asshole .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liike , youhh know " if youhh seek amy " rite ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeahh dont have to f - u - c - k me ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well , the melody sounds like a kindergarten melody ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And all e more naughty witt e song ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But wait ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon after , an un - original bastard learns this rhyme , and he uses it for his nefarious plans to destroy e Earth !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeahyeah ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had enough and ive poured enough , too .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So maybe it ends here ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe , though , maybe , i'll make another review on my favorite Artist , and its a guy !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okayy thn , ciaoo ~ !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857303982147011427-2099441270838135812?l=ismailblgps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/feeds/2099441270838135812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6857303982147011427&amp;postID=2099441270838135812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/2099441270838135812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/2099441270838135812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/2010/02/justin-review.html' title='Justin Review ~'/><author><name>Ismail</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-6287281914268328680</id><published>2010-02-04T02:32:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T02:37:36.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohh , i feel so sorry ;(</title><content type='html'>hie guys .&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; gals .&lt;br /&gt;Todayy i had Drama , but didnt tell Umi bout it .&lt;br /&gt;Lmao , i just dont feel e need .&lt;br /&gt;Well youhh see ,&lt;br /&gt;Todayy we played Jump In and introduced ourselves .&lt;br /&gt;Yeahh , i'll skip to e point ;D&lt;br /&gt;I felt sorry to Raihanah's sis .&lt;br /&gt;Might think of it stupid but ,&lt;br /&gt;I felt wrong for not saying hie when i meet her .&lt;br /&gt;Know how it feels when its on msn ,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; someone gives youhh a " :( " and says something ,&lt;br /&gt;Which really makes youhh sad ?&lt;br /&gt;Yeahh i had dat feeling .&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should say hie to her .&lt;br /&gt;Its a bit of a hypocrisy to say hie on msn but never on real life .&lt;br /&gt;Hmms , i feel so wrong :(&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Rasyidah sis ;(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857303982147011427-6287281914268328680?l=ismailblgps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/feeds/6287281914268328680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6857303982147011427&amp;postID=6287281914268328680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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happened to me ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately nothing !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well , todayy i was just going to madrasah ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And well , i started doing e nobody dance as usual ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well , everytyng seems usual .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh my lawwd , how could i forget her ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll always remember her .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least i would uphold e promise unlike SOME ppl i could name .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOVE to tell ya'll who she is , butt i feel a lil bit fADED !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anw she dosnt want herself to be a topic in my blog .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the one with Rai***** really did drank trouble .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmms , seemed like 2 things i'll never forget .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Numbuh one , drums go bom bom bom ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This beat here will make ya hum hum chump&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If youhh a fat one put ur clothes back on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before youhh start putting potholes in my lawn ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh my gawwd show em my lawwd ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im under attack like my name is saddam .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twoootwoot ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who touched my car alarm ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Break in mah car youhh will hear Viper Arm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ive beena  superstar since Daddy king was raw &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now im back on stage comon gimme some applause . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nice rap huh ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Missy Elliot !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whooh !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imma hardcore fan .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anw , about her , She's really cute .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adorable .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nice .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caring .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fluffy .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But not tiny totally tall .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehh , she's cute !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course , Raja perhh !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mesti uhh .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me , its just to myself .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's no Ghazali .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're literally a hopeless family if youhh excuse me ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh yeahh , I forgot to say ILY to her .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And e Muuackz .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anw , Just now met Azshara .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She caught this stupid asshole who was finding trouble .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually didnt wanna do this ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But she asked me to " teach him " .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i did .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And since i was bored a lil fun wont hurt !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least not me .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" This one , is mine ! "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course i cant say anytyng straight wittout laughing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i laughed too hard and so ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huuack ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peeeeeong .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paikiaq .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So one tight slapp , to a random kid who threw a ball into someones house ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And actually asked Azshara to do it for hym .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damnn . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lucky its her nt MY Her .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeahh i said dat to hym too .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i left him to azshara , and then she just kept hym till l8 @ nite .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohhkayy i gt nthg else to say soo ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buhbyeeeeeeee ! ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857303982147011427-2136429596219126552?l=ismailblgps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/feeds/2136429596219126552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6857303982147011427&amp;postID=2136429596219126552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/2136429596219126552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/2136429596219126552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/2010/01/her-and-not-my-her.html' title='Her and not MY Her .'/><author><name>Ismail</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-6935489911374699251</id><published>2010-01-29T02:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T02:26:17.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinie Abyan - Truest Words Vol . 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;big style="color: rgb(55, 153, 51); font: normal normal bold 4em/0 Georgia, serif; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0.1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0.1em; vertical-align: -0.45em; "&gt;“&lt;/big&gt;&lt;span class="words" style="font: normal normal bold 1.1em/normal Georgia, serif; line-height: 1.5; "&gt;a person online can change a person’s decision to offline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;big style="color: rgb(55, 153, 51); font: normal normal bold 4em/0 Georgia, serif; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0.1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0.1em; vertical-align: -0.45em; "&gt;”&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&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/6857303982147011427-6935489911374699251?l=ismailblgps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/feeds/6935489911374699251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6857303982147011427&amp;postID=6935489911374699251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/6935489911374699251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/6935489911374699251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/2010/01/dinie-abyan-truest-words-vol-1.html' title='Dinie Abyan - Truest Words Vol . 1'/><author><name>Ismail</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-7310829324831796217</id><published>2010-01-28T01:33:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T02:21:57.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>XTRA XTRA ! VICTOR SCRATCHES BUTT IN CLASS !</title><content type='html'>Hie there !&lt;br /&gt;Yeahhh nice dayy i had todayy .&lt;br /&gt;Nana was behaving real weird .&lt;br /&gt;And guess wat ?&lt;br /&gt;23 ?&lt;br /&gt;No fuck dat .&lt;br /&gt;Nt dat one , ohh please .&lt;br /&gt;I seriously meant dat one .&lt;br /&gt;No no no no , 23 witt mahh heart !&lt;br /&gt;Lols .&lt;br /&gt;Ehy guess wat ?&lt;br /&gt;I gt a goooood topic todayy .&lt;br /&gt;Todayy , during class ,&lt;br /&gt;It was fun as usual though , buuuuut ,&lt;br /&gt;Well , i'll let youhh read wat happened .&lt;br /&gt;Here goes :&lt;br /&gt;* Teacher walks in *&lt;br /&gt;* Rabia ' Chairperson ' Says " Class pls Stand " *&lt;br /&gt;* I stand after Victor *&lt;br /&gt;* Find where Victor's finger is , and wat its doing , eww *&lt;br /&gt;Me : OMG ! Victor !&lt;br /&gt;Victor : * screams * WAAAT ? !&lt;br /&gt;Me : Youhh just sratched ur butt !&lt;br /&gt;Victor : Waat ? * abit paisehh kia cuz i shouted it loud , evn e tcher was dsgusted *&lt;br /&gt;* Whole class greets first , second conversation ensues . "&lt;br /&gt;Me : Youhh scratched ur butt , and ur blue underwear !&lt;br /&gt;Victor : - shuts up -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayy !&lt;br /&gt;Moral for tdayy is ,&lt;br /&gt;Dont dry ur dirty laundry in public .&lt;br /&gt;Get it ?&lt;br /&gt;FAVE it if yaaa DIG IT !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857303982147011427-7310829324831796217?l=ismailblgps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/feeds/7310829324831796217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6857303982147011427&amp;postID=7310829324831796217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/7310829324831796217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/7310829324831796217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/2010/01/xtra-xtra-victor-scratches-butt-in.html' title='XTRA XTRA ! 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Aku  ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : Ko jgn nk mntk knh spak uhh sial .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Geneva; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(44, 33, 207); font-family: ComicSansMS;"&gt;Zhairil : Gy jage mulut ko uhh sial !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(44, 33, 207); font-family: ComicSansMS;"&gt;Me : Knperhh baaang ? Adek takpehh , Knh hinerhh ke tk adek tk kesahh !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(44, 33, 207); font-family: ComicSansMS;"&gt;Zhairil : * Jelinggs * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(44, 33, 207); font-family: ComicSansMS;"&gt;Me : * Middle Fingers hym *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(44, 33, 207); font-family: ComicSansMS;"&gt;So youhh see he's so fucked up .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(44, 33, 207); font-family: ComicSansMS;"&gt;Still wanna say Mirza dh tukarr .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(44, 33, 207); font-family: ComicSansMS;"&gt;Still wanna say Mirza sombong .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(44, 33, 207); font-family: ComicSansMS;"&gt;Still wanna say Mirza prangai dh tukar .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(44, 33, 207); font-family: ComicSansMS;"&gt;Dh knh maky puas2 sak ngan aku !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(44, 33, 207); font-family: ComicSansMS;"&gt;Ehy , klau ko pkr Mirza dh tukarr , Cermin diri ko yg mntk tmph dulu !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(44, 33, 207); font-family: ComicSansMS;"&gt;Siak uhh , dh melebehh sakk dektuqhh ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(44, 33, 207); font-family: ComicSansMS;"&gt;Biar ehy bdak niee ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(44, 33, 207); font-family: ComicSansMS;"&gt;Siaaaaakkk jerhhh .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(44, 33, 207); font-family: 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type='text'>Geico Prank Call ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="display: block; margin: 10px auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.entertonement.com/embed/OpenEntPlayer.swf" id="1_54745148_0369_11df_9725_0019b9e56dac" name="1_54745148_0369_11df_9725_0019b9e56dac" flashvars="auto_play=false&amp;clip_pid=mxlfxszfmg&amp;e=&amp;id=1_54745148_0369_11df_9725_0019b9e56dac&amp;skin_pid=wfxswdnlkf" width="300" height="30" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div id="1_54745148_0369_11df_9725_0019b9e56dac_anchor" style="font-size: 8px; color: black; text-decoration: none; display: block; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.entertonement.com/clips/mxlfxszfmg--Peter-Griffin-Calls-GeicoPeter-Griffin-Prank-Calls-Geico-" style="font-size: 8px; color: black;" target="_blank"&gt;Peter Griffin Calls Geico sound bite&lt;/a&gt; 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type='text'>Post as how it is .</title><content type='html'>Well , hie there !&lt;div&gt;Sorry if i hadnt been posting fer a damn freakin hellin while ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh , i just posted smthg just yesterday ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohhkay maybe not a while &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tsk ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Youhh white jerks cant handle a damn piece o' shit .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lame - o Fuck - o !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If ya hate me then ya fuck ouuuf , nigga !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn fuckin bitchy fuck fuck bastard shit !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lols , fuck im just kiddin .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh hey , im just , preparing for two things .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its sad .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But turning happy makes it sad no longer !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My ghost senses tell me , kaq dayah's coming home soon .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She wont take it there .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i have 99% doubt she'll take it .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess wat ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Dinie even more !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinie is the only person ive been thinking of the whole dayy .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People ask me uhy im dreaming .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I say Dinie .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They gimme blank faces .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okayy , enuffo dat , cihh ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today , im missing 6 people .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of course its Dinie ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then its Rushiqah .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then its Raihanah 1 .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then its Raihanah 2 .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then its Mirza .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And lastly , Zhrl .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah i spelled his name like dat cuz i wasnt sure lols .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to call him Zainab , or Zainob , or Zainal !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont recall calling ANY boys cute ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hehh , Mirza's a paltry example !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im sure youhh were suspecting me to say Zainal's the cute one ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gawwd curse my ass !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nooo ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's WAAYY too serious .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i say bad things he'll always thinks im tokin bout hym .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wtf ? ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well he reminds me of Fikri .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah dats exactly how it looks like .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lols now we come to the Mirza part of boys .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's so adorable , but damn youhh fucker im not gayy ass bastards .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's funnier than Dawvien .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like he's a one type guy .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like , i like him .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not sure why he gives a sense of , well im nt too sure bout dat either .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmms , now to raihanah 1 .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmms Raihana From Pioneer prime im tokn here ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now i know how tuhh differentiate ;DD hehh , sorray .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So youhh see im starting to know her good :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I call her Tigress from Kung Fu Panda , ya know ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cute huh ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ehehh !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She looks exactly like her !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So cute ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah every girls pretty but Dinie stands out &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* ISMAIL ! SUDAHH LUHH ! *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okayy fine beetch !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Raihana was so sweet . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Di - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okayy i'll shuddup .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raihana is just cool .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D :D :D :D :D :D :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now we come to the 2nd Raihana ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Raja Raihana .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh damn she's nice .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And cute too , lols .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But she's cute on msn , totally nt at School .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's like totally asshole .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talk to her , she'll ignore youhh if she thinks ure talkin too soft .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like fuck yeah , she's totally weird !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But nice and cute , loud * nyahaha ! * too .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ouhh we &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dinie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nthg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;say !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857303982147011427-830966382536589195?l=ismailblgps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/feeds/830966382536589195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6857303982147011427&amp;postID=830966382536589195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/830966382536589195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/830966382536589195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/2010/01/post-as-how-it-is.html' title='Post as how it is .'/><author><name>Ismail</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-5676096055835198292</id><published>2010-01-15T04:32:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T05:11:18.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foundation Of Care ~</title><content type='html'>Hey Hey Hey , im wats happenen !&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lolols , ever heard dat ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haishh .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todayy , My Deathly life seeks an audience .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But who would want to be it ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I try my very best to hide my true self to others in school .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also try very hard not to cry . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I try real hard not to dream .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I try my hardest at forgetting all nostalgia i have .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lucky for me , God moved Dinie , Rushiqah and Mirza just near me .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just feel so lonely .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinie has her own set of friends , Rushiqah dosnt seem to like being with me alone .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mirza also has his own friends .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah , still , they're real fortunate .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im just there without any other persons to tell me about happenings in their life .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And still , i make the best of best impression of myself . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm , i love myself .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They say i make friends easily cuz im bubbly and friendly .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That , however is only half true .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For love , friendliness takes only 16% . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest youhh'll have to figure out , I have my own view .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow , i just cant possibly make enemies . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean , the other time i was witt Rushiqaahhh , and then  . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kay , im not sure wat she did at all .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it hurt , cuz i was havin a migraine .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got really sick , but hey !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at Dinie - and im all cured !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i couldnt look at her .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look at anyone and im looking ayt stars .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well , gt in the sickbayy .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh yeah , about Rushiiqaahhh ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She did SMTHG , and im sure it is smthg .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it hurt cuz pain is doubled more than thrice in a migraine .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's my experiment witt myself :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Normal beating - Chains happen , and it moves my head !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beating - Teong ! Owwuch .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Push - Wtf ! Go suck a dick , cibai ! Hurts ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Side bang - If youhh a gal , imma burst ur fake tits . Boy , lailai . . . . and scream as much as ye like .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slap - Im dead .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okayy . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THAT is how much it hurt .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lols , and if ya'll gals and gays wanna know wat happens when youhh side bang me in a migraine ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imma xplain like a BOOK if youhh a boy .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll rip yo balls off , and yo empty bleeding ( my fingers are trained to scratch kitchen knifes )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As i said , yo empty bleeding penis might as well be cut off .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But dont worry , I giv ya a chance tuh put a seed in it and let it groww .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT , imma take yo blood vessels and with it ctill connected to yo penis ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imma put it in the oven HANGIN youhh under it .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okayy , whoa whoa , Ismail gets horny when it comes tuh punishment .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh , im enjoying it so lemme do it a lil moowre , all right bitch ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow yo gotta make yo eyes bigga - its too waide .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now , Lets see . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If i was a whore who gt sexually abuse ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imma take dat *penis* AND *Sfing ! Swfing ! Bleeech ! * . . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in a WHAO~ in slow motion , youhh'd see yo penis bein pulled off .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And guess wat happens to thee infertile brat ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll take his penis and he'll die SMILING .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ouuuh , and a gurl who lie in a case in court , I'll be the judge ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And  . .. . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KWANG ! FUU - YAAAAHH ! WAHH - THENG ! FWOOTHERE !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okayy , lemme tell ya wat happens .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well , i'd jump off mahh seat in kung fu style ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And posing as a praying mantis RIGHT aft i land ( With my undrwear flyin off )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ouhh and here comes .. . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I burst her fake tits .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Hyaah ! Take dat youhh gay - fake - tits jerk !*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*AHH ! Fuck , its bleedin stuupid ! *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Ouhh , its not fake ? *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* :@ *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* :D ! Ouhh dont worrey , i'll dig out all i can from those lifetime real fake tits :D *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okayy , so now youhh know .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmms , lets see .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wat therr fuck do i do in a situation like this . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well , there's a gay and a gurl stealing like Mr and Mrs Smith . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robbs a bank , and runs off to have fun in the bedd .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ouhh i'll follow em home , and i'll stuf his bleedin penis -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Into dat lesbian vagina .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stuff it in and out , till i even white color waters around the vagina .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ouhh yeah dat means he enjoyin it .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll stuff his white stuffs , and his red stuffs too .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whoa .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh my gracious gawwd , my hands are blood covered ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And by my front lies some two dead beings youhh created ohh gawwd .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And dats wat happened . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh , btw , I love Dinie ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wont change ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No other gracious girl than her ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No other Sweeter girl than her ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No other Cuter girl than her ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No other mesmerizing girl of beauty than her ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No other Nicer girl than her ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No other lovable girl than her ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No other Softer girl than her ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No other tranquilizing girl than her ! I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No other Respectful girl than her ! L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No other Prettier girl than her ! Dinie !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope youhh all have a nice night !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gd night Sam ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gd night Tom ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gd night Harry ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And , Gd night Beloved .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857303982147011427-5676096055835198292?l=ismailblgps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/feeds/5676096055835198292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6857303982147011427&amp;postID=5676096055835198292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/5676096055835198292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/5676096055835198292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/2010/01/foundation-of-care.html' title='Foundation Of Care ~'/><author><name>Ismail</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-1782228627358435460</id><published>2010-01-14T01:08:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T01:19:38.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special message from Shanaynay Practitioner :D</title><content type='html'>Hancuur hatiku hancuur hati hancuur hatiku .&lt;div&gt;Ehy diam uhh ismail !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tk leyhh diam ehy ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just kiddin , dont mind dat fucked up sentence ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh , why hello there . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My name is *Shanaynay ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And im here to give a special message from youhh fren :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean , they wanted to say it to youhh but they were too afraid to do it themselves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So they ask me to do it fo them !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wat they wanted to say was . . . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Youhh need to :D Shut the fUcK uPp ! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean  , foo serious .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Youhh been callin me all the damn time ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When im washin my hair !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When im washin my clothes !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When im doin my homework !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually i dont have homework .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But youhh get the idea ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean im still doin mahh hair and then this " BLOOPBLOOP ! "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comes out and youhh say ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Hey ! Hw youhh doin ? " ( smily face :D ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And youhh know wat i wanna write back ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" BITCH ! LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE ! " ( ANGRY FACE ! :@ ! )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it just comes out as :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Not good . Hw youhh doin ? " ( Annoyed face -.-  ) .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So youhh better keep yo mouth shut cuz we be watching Twilight on Fridayy ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i wanna know wats happenen so youhh betta shut the fuck up whore .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**Find me at Craigdonalds &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh were we like to see youhh smile :D . . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UNLESS YO TEETH IS FUCKED UPP ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yo betta keep ur fucken mouth shut :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857303982147011427-1782228627358435460?l=ismailblgps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/feeds/1782228627358435460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6857303982147011427&amp;postID=1782228627358435460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/1782228627358435460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/1782228627358435460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/2010/01/special-message-from-shanaynay.html' title='Special message from Shanaynay Practitioner :D'/><author><name>Ismail</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-6124594294053813835</id><published>2010-01-13T05:07:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T05:13:52.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomm ~</title><content type='html'>Kay , a post dats randomm starts now :D&lt;div&gt;Kay before anytyng ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Rushiqah :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oeii ! Tk yahh luhh buang mase ko gy tules bende tuqhh !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Serhhdeyhh aku tauhh ! Not dat i didnt forgive ya , just dat . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was having a a damn headache ! Saket sakk .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anw , thx for it too ! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To *Nana :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eheh , project runway kapa ? ? Damn Louis . . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Louis wat ? Louis Pasteurized milk . :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope we get it prepared before presentation !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I like Dinie XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okayy , so youhh see todayy i didnt go for Rugby selection .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i went home cuz i was damn sick , like wat ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A head ache , vomiting *blood and gore* ??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is dat not called sick ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I still had dat headache which prevented me from laughing too hard .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then , Laughter is the best medicine , huh ?? ??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i laughed my way back home , but damn , SAKET SAKK !!! !!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn Head !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough for today , &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with loves and hearts ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ismail*~&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/6857303982147011427-6124594294053813835?l=ismailblgps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/feeds/6124594294053813835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6857303982147011427&amp;postID=6124594294053813835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/6124594294053813835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/6124594294053813835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/2010/01/randomm.html' title='Randomm ~'/><author><name>Ismail</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-2416169297358602681</id><published>2010-01-10T04:01:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T04:51:36.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOLS day</title><content type='html'>Making my way downtown , &lt;div&gt;Walking fast ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faces passed and im homebound . . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okayy , stop it luhh ismail . -.- "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lols .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah , tings just whizzed past . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact too fast .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First ting is , its neutral . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy about it .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second thing is i just told my secret i ever promised to keep ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Rushiqah .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i just told the second thing , and now the first things gonna be loong ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Definitely happier than ever and this one will make youhh laugh !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okayy , SS uhh .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well , There's madrasah on every Sat .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then , its our second time . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KBK 6A :) .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i went home with Irfan and Farhan . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well usually i dont , but since its (kecian) sangat , i followed .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im not dat evil ohhkay !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So then , after we were dismissed , we went to a Pasar Petang .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kayy , supposed to be Pasar Malam .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But totally dosnt depict the purpose of a Pasar Malam .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So , i bought Shark fin soup .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halal wat .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But they all shout at me say " Not halal ! Not halal ! ".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like fuck sia !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That shit was a waste of daaaamn money . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i threw it away !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wat ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Youhh say imma bitch like its a bad thing . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okayy shut up .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then , With no money left i stole a bite from Farhan's Ramly Burger .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : Eheh , siak uhh , ni dri malaysia tauhh .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Farhan : Abeyhh ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : Biar uhh aku test , biar aku tauhh sedap ke halal ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Farhan : Okayy .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : * One BIG bite . 1/4 of Burger *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Farhan : Halal ? Sedap ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : HALAL ! MEMANG HALAL ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hhahs , i did it , and gawwd , i wasnt hungry anymore .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So , We went on ,  but i said wait .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuz i was checking out some new meals at KaninaFuckerCibai .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So , as i moved on , we went on a road . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I crossed my usual road , totally despising Irfan's road .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said there's lessa cars there .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But cumon , all cars move straight on a road right ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the same wat !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We moved to the second phase of the road . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A car was moving .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Full speed !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before i could let it make me wait for it , I charged !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CHAAAAAAAARGE ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Irfan followed , the playful hym . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i looked back , and found dat boring farhan still waiting . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cars and Lorries passed . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEN he moved on . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still laughed about the " Chargee " thing though .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So did Irfan .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much fun !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we're not done yet .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we went on , then 98 arrived . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took it , then went home .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as the bus moved , the fun was starting already !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we made plans where to land .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I voted the bus stop in front of Lakeside Prime .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But both intend on the one just a bus stop away from mine .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didnt give a heck damn , fuck and i went on to land there . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TELENG TELOLONG went the bell .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i landed there , but as soon as i went down the double decker , irfan went down !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He didnt have the heart to leave me !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How . . . Gayish .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's the fun !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last pocket of fun starts from here .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We saw an indian gurl , probably 28 yrs old , walking in front of us on the pavement .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then , I suggested smthg which i got giggles to tell hym ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : Eheh , ape kate * giggles *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Irfan : Ape ??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : Kite panggil dher * giggles * " Oeii ! " . .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Irfan : Abeyhh abeyhh ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : Klau dher tngk blakang , kite tngk bende laen !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Irfan : Baek uhh ! yok !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then we were like " OEII ! OEII ! " ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its so funny , i gt giggles ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The gurl didnt answer , and went even further walking .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But she's on our path .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i said " Ehy KEJAR DHER ! ! ! " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so we did !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we kejar and kept shouting " Oeii Gurl ! " at her !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So , we chased her and then we were forced on our path to cross Zebra Crossing .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we crossed , but we were opp her .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : GURL ! WHY YOUHH NEVER HEAR ? ! DEAF UHH ? ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gurl ( !! ) : Ehy shuddup uhh fucker !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : * whisper * Alamak , siak uhh si sundal tuqhh . Ape kate . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Irfan : Ahh ape ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : Kite perhkek " Black gurl ! Black gurl ! " abeyh lary . ??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Irfan : Boleyhh uhh !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : kayy 1 .. . 2 .. . 3 !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me &amp;amp; Irfan : BLACK GURL BLCK GURL ! INDIAN GURL !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOLS ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so hilarious , i didnt stop laughing till the end .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then , after crossing the other road to our 352 same block ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We saw some Indians repairing the electricticty .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the last of the fun uhh , but i LOVE IT !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went on and looked at Irfan .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Youhh know Wat im thinking ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then , we both hid behind the two doors which were the entrance to the small repair room .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One on one side , one on the other side .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i count . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 . . . 2 . . . 3  !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We closed the doors and i locked the lock , toally leaving them not able to get out !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ape lgy , we ran away uhh ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sembunyi2 ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sini2 ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then aft dat we went home !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOLS , wat a lols day . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope youhh enjoyed urselves on my blog post , Gudbye :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857303982147011427-2416169297358602681?l=ismailblgps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/feeds/2416169297358602681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6857303982147011427&amp;postID=2416169297358602681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/2416169297358602681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/2416169297358602681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/2010/01/lols-day.html' title='LOLS day'/><author><name>Ismail</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-8095463457660258887</id><published>2010-01-07T22:28:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T22:54:43.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wooh ! Dinie and Nobody Dance . And Rushiqah .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/S0bWnQeSf0I/AAAAAAAAAKU/mJed8_eoTiE/s1600-h/Pict+!+PSS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/S0bWnQeSf0I/AAAAAAAAAKU/mJed8_eoTiE/s320/Pict+!+PSS.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424258771139592002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hie Bastard Peeps . ;)&lt;div&gt;Ohh yeah , this pic is taken from the Pioneer Web .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah , see me ?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gurl youhh see me ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We on TV !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just kiddin .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohhkay , know who's Dinie ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The gurl juz on top of me is !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She so pretty and cute ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cn go make my head spin . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im so Charmed !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rushiqah klau ko nk blang dher &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gy blang luhh ehy ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huu , dher pon dh tauhh .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tkpe luhh , tk suke aku pn tkpe . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aslkn lgy baek dri Hidayah sua . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eheh , Bastard Peeps , yo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uhh wnna know who's Rushiqah ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No dont go to her blog . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See it right here !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/S0bSFM652CI/AAAAAAAAAKE/l0cC364ngjc/s320/PSS2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424253788023805986" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohhkay . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From here its easy to see where she is .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw this is a pic of 1/1307 of the ppl dancing .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like the dance !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So cute , like Dinie . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its the dance to the nobody song . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I memorized it !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love it !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And no wonder the Mr Jana the Discipline Master caught me smiling all the tyme during the dance .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end o the day he asked whether i enjoyed the dance .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said dat to hym .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course he was happy i did also .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohhkay Rushiqah is the one wearing white specs , juz in the middle of the pic ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohhkay love youhh guys , love Dinie , Rushiqah " Best Friend " Dahlan and buhbye .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;) ;) ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/S0bVlIJUDmI/AAAAAAAAAKM/iumCOyBAkss/s320/Pss+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424257635032764002" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw , I gt a pic on Dinie ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uhh ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im screaming !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not even first day of weekend i miss her and Rushiqah already sia :(( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mostly Dinie ! XD !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinie's the one in the middle .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i said enough , So . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buhbye ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Real This Time .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;);)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857303982147011427-8095463457660258887?l=ismailblgps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/feeds/8095463457660258887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6857303982147011427&amp;postID=8095463457660258887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/8095463457660258887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/8095463457660258887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/2010/01/wooh-dinie-and-nobody-dance-and.html' title='Wooh ! Dinie and Nobody Dance . And Rushiqah .'/><author><name>Ismail</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/S0bWnQeSf0I/AAAAAAAAAKU/mJed8_eoTiE/s72-c/Pict+!+PSS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-4006283334236852048</id><published>2010-01-07T00:38:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T01:02:55.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 st 2nd 3rd 4th 5th BlahBlah Day Of School .</title><content type='html'>Weyy , .&lt;div&gt;Kayy i gat tis school , pioneer sec , which is da fuck i like .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuckin love it dat Aishah trying to be aye " minahh-suck-my-dick" to be choosing this school as one of her dreaded ( plus spoilt ) choices . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i had this friend , Rushiqah , and she's so the funny youhh know !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So cute , though .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. its always best to see the best side of ur first best impression on the new person youhh know to know them and like them best . and tis be the fuckin tip if ya'll wanna know wtf tuhh do on ur first day , whther or not its a fuckin date or wateva da fuck .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So plus i found this pretty gurl !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's like , pretty , beautiful , cute and all things good youhh imagine . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And her name is so cute ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just almost like Diina Mistress ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her name is a cousin of her name .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinie .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cute right ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And frenzshara de shandera , might have a problem . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate to be a playboy sia .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I totally despise it as much as how youhh fucktards despise taugeh .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Know the small thin vegetables as long ( or short ) as ye last finger ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one dat has a yellow leaf ( A , i said a ) and has a " tail " ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which youhh have to cut off before youhh eat ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes dat one .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuck yeah , first 2 days of orientation this week was soo great ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldnt imagine if i were to even remember aishah and cry ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Which i almost did on today's Hall Assembly *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the best part wuz the dance , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE Mass Dance .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its dat dance to the " Nobody " song ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By Edward Retard ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh sorry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By Wondergirls ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah dat damn one . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it was DAMN CUTE ! ! !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love it ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then my seniors taught me how to do it prsonally and blah ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So its like they say i bcom the little brother &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made even more friends , like everybody know me ;) then the senior also my friend ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOLS wouldnt think ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well dats all fer tuhhday !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857303982147011427-4006283334236852048?l=ismailblgps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/feeds/4006283334236852048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6857303982147011427&amp;postID=4006283334236852048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/4006283334236852048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/4006283334236852048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/2010/01/1-st-2nd-3rd-4th-5th-blahblah-day-of.html' title='1 st 2nd 3rd 4th 5th BlahBlah Day Of School .'/><author><name>Ismail</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-8418367185970960746</id><published>2009-12-30T07:06:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T07:20:05.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thank Youhh for Ama Liza aka Lizzy</title><content type='html'>Wow !&lt;div&gt;Thank youhh lizzy !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG , i wanna thank youhh soo much !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I waited a long time before someone actually said i hate youhh !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gawwdd , Youhh an idol !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanx yeah !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loves ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bitchy Ash - Eredar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857303982147011427-8418367185970960746?l=ismailblgps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/feeds/8418367185970960746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6857303982147011427&amp;postID=8418367185970960746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/8418367185970960746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/8418367185970960746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/2009/12/thank-youhh-for-ama-liza-aka-lizzy.html' title='A Thank Youhh for Ama Liza aka Lizzy'/><author><name>Ismail</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-1358064767572209083</id><published>2009-12-26T04:13:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T04:53:10.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get some food ! LOOONG post guarenteed ! :D</title><content type='html'>Okayy so hie .&lt;div&gt;Todayy as usual ( actually not ) I was checking Kaq Dina and Kaq Nina's blog .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i was bored dat tyme , as pretty usual ( candid ) .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i was a bit encouraged to blog , like lmfao .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i blogged .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i created this " Mdm Mangkok " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuz it reminds me of someone funny .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like lmfao ! Rotffl .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like , hell yah , she's so damn funny .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like always i was giggling to myself , .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then i found a comment by Wannswayy ( not his real name )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it was so unrealistic .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean , guess wat ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He asked whether i was finding faults with him .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He told me he would make me cry .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So so unrealistic . ( say this quickly , monotonous . )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg Im gonna cry !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How many tears ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A fucking river god damn it !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh no !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Youhh even laugh at urself when youhh get hurt ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its funny if youhh really DID cried .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do youhh know if my tears was fake ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fake as plastic between diamond . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh youhh so smart ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marry me !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too bad , ure attached .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To wat ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My bottom .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kay stop lahh . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So youhh know , i rarely DO cry ( Change topic btw )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unless youhh know the other day me and the 6/1 6/2 gurls were crying ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But dat is another story .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was even sad ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Dina actually said " ahh , okay . " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i asked forgiveness from her .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow dat easy .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not as pie though . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or ABC or 123 or fuck with me and youhh get an STD .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we see , he might be thinking i was really interested .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But nahh , big deal .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He would lose anyway .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So todayy it was really funny .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was travelling with Kaq Aisyah , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then we found ourselves buying books &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And how funny is dat ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well not odinary books but school books .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not odinary school books but Religious school books .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not odinary Religious books but Andalus Religious Books .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okayy now we know it !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after dat we boarded a bus , went home but halfway through my sis says she goin down .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there we have it .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm dat aint rite .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh yeah i cant blieve this .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean , Razwan is like so desperate .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinks im going to pick up a fight for every single word i say .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now dats pretty lame - o .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah i aint wanna post so short so imma talk about these lamers .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So its like omg youhh round rotting bastard running around like a whore !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm dat dosnt sound right . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didnt came as bitchy as i tot it would :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well , he did seem round anyway .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nahh he dosnt .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But LMAO ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant imagine him being , well , tall and muscular .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except for the cute relationship he had witt afiqah mistress .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So who cares he's pretty funny , and how i say cute ??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LMAO ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And guess wat ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wuz about to write " He's my enemy so why am i sayin these shit ? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i stopped , and i reminded myself of Diina First Mistress .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean , okayy pardon mistress !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She might read tis shit . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i wuz sayin , She wuz pretty , how tuh say , lame , as in . . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okayy , remember dat damn time we were fightin witt this gal called Aini ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dat wuz funny huh !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So she was bein a bitch , screamin likka bitch who got a dick in her cunt , like . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Ehy ! Muke Haiqal ( like tis , like dat , . . . . -.- lame -.- ) "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i wuz sooo fascinated . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How lame and wat an easy opponent to find faults with .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Cant blive it !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diina Mistress wuz like a bit lame and sayin shit like . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" I dun want youhh to tok bad about my enemy " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wuz almost like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" WOW ! Is this like some mexican joke ? An epic story between " good and evil " ?? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Where they have Mannoroth and his arch enemy Cenarius battling ! "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dats a bit fucked up . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So My young First Mistress thinks all to herself lols .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The enemy belongs to all !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can she say dat ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lols .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so , its like Mistress wuz so arrogant . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there a budding romance between Haiqal the Ancient and Diina Mistress of Discipline ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh well forget it . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's attached to Razlynn Young Lady anywayy .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh well made my fuckin point .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm . . . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there something amiss with the Dark Lady ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean , she aint acting right . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like there's somthing amiss .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh btw . . . . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Dark Lady is Nurul Isnina ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Three Nathrezim is Nurul Isnina , Izzah Sorfina and Seri Syarianie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Royal Lord is Muhd Haiqal ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Young Lady is Razlynn ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Mistress of Discipline is Iffahdina ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Mistress of Torment is Nurul Atiqah ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Vile Temptress is Siti Aishah , ( DONT EVER SEARCH THE DICTIONARY ON TEMPTR . !)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Madame of Peace is Seri Syarianie ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Queen of Suffering is Izzah Sorfina ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Holy Maiden is Nur Shahira , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;. . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And . . . . . .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dats all for todayy ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857303982147011427-1358064767572209083?l=ismailblgps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/feeds/1358064767572209083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6857303982147011427&amp;postID=1358064767572209083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/1358064767572209083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/1358064767572209083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/2009/12/get-some-food-looong-post-guarenteed-d.html' title='Get some food ! LOOONG post guarenteed ! :D'/><author><name>Ismail</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-4273378249064609067</id><published>2009-12-15T05:50:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T02:43:07.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview with some of our various Comedians .</title><content type='html'>Well , there it is . &lt;div&gt;Ohh sorry i was just saying hie .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so enthralled today !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im bolstered !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This ... is the last irritating post containing Azshara's name .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the rare bitch's name .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more her means my will is my own !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont youhh like freedom homie ??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's the beginning , fool . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im just as happy as a bird ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Purposely i said bird to make youhh think dirty .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So wash it clean , dutchy mexican . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And todayy i said to Aishah ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Eredar is sick of these games , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;youhh will be mine !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not sure if dat purple blue bitch knows wat i meant .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i say youhh will be mine means youhh are gone !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hhahs , didnt seem right enough . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn youhh we cant have youhh running around breakin bitch's toes !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its so obvious she's pretending to be a sis .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She just wants people to think she's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;older &lt;/span&gt;than them , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; for siblings . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well , there is no cure for me for what ive become ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i'll just enjoy myself being this way ;) tsk ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yeah , honestly , this is wat Kaq thiah says :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaq Thiah : Well , she looks like she malas nk layan .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : Youhh raite , but hw do youhh explain this ??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaq Thiah : She first says hey adek buat perh ??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : And hw does dat link ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaq Thiah : Then nnti dher mls nk layan .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : Ohh guess wat dat happens to me somtimes . Glad we interviewed youhh . THX !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So applause later we have a fight going on . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its between me and A second Comedian .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here Goes :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : ... Ohh stop sending dat damn virus !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ama Liza : *keeps her mouth shut*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( Virus comes again )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : Damn youhh youhh dare test my patience ??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ama Liza : Wott ? ( dont ask me wat it means  )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : Look , i dont have time for this nonsense .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ama Liza : Im not ur fren dats the way youhh have been treating me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : Dat isnt treatment , woman !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ama Liza : Then wat is it ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : Im not ur fren dats wat it is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ama Liza : Okay so we not frens now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : Look if youhh gt nthg to say then leave !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ama Liza : I already did .. before youhh sent me dat thing .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : Wat tyng ??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( Long bitchy silence )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : If youhh have nothing to say then leave ! DONT WASTE MY TYME !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So dats wat it happens ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm I should keep some of my conversation . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are after all bitchy .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there we have it for todayy . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank youhh for visiting ! ~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857303982147011427-4273378249064609067?l=ismailblgps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/feeds/4273378249064609067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6857303982147011427&amp;postID=4273378249064609067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/4273378249064609067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/4273378249064609067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/2009/12/interview-with-some-of-our-various.html' title='Interview with some of our various Comedians .'/><author><name>Ismail</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-4796324532574238933</id><published>2009-12-13T01:17:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T05:32:28.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>B-A-D C-H-I-C Lookin so sexy ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ohh yeah hie . Okayyy so we have this mother fuckin thing rolling so .. yeah . Okayy i make no sense . So here goes . Today there was this Wedding , celebrating Nek Seer ' s ( damn ! fuck youhh its pronounced as Si - err ) daughter ' s wedding . So there were this tables , and then a buffeyyt . So there were : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Cik Jannah , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Wak Nani , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kaq Fizah ( AHH !! ) , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kaq Fizah tunang ( pemalu ) , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Cik P-E , his daughters &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;his elder daughteeeer 's tunang . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Lots but not yet counted everyone there . Then Kepak sini kepak sane , then aft the kepak bing2s , the couple like , duhh went for pics and then on the youhh know those seats on the altar like a pedestal which had a few steps to reach the ..... PELAMIN !! Pelamin , yeah , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;pelamin . Huh sorray  . So i gave my hp to kaq Aisyah who then gave it to Kaq Fizah who then took pictures of thay couple . Huhu pretty ayy ! I wonder if i was the one sitting on half of the pelamin and another woman on the other half ..... nopes ! No dreaming . An irritating and lame person like me ( :P ) wont get to get married or even have actual relationship ( s ) . Okayy we move on . So i went to sit next to my PSP - crazed nephew and niece to see wtf they were doin . Ohh no hell no they were playing their own Psp ( s ) . My nephew was playing WWE while my niece was playing the Ghostbusters game . So there we have it . I 3/4 finished my food , which was Briyani rice topped witt both daging , ayam and fish nuggets witt tomato sauce . I forgot to eat for 2 full days , i was over stressed . ALL BCOS OF DAT BITCHH !!! Damn her my pain . Honestly im not as happy - go - lucky - fairy as youhh thought so long ago . Now i feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;corrupted ! Anguish ! Anger ! Pain ! And some tears . Didnt know a god forsaken damned woman like Kaq Aishah could leave me this way and especially mean so much ! Okayy i'll xplain later . Okayy so after dat i found Kaq Nina Beloved ' s hideout . Know the playground below housed in a void deck ?? Where there were Kaq Wana kaq Ser Kaq Ina and BR ?? Yeah dats the area . So i took the bus stop nearest to dat void deck and took 241 . Tuhh JP then back home . Witt Kaq Aisyah ! So the tyme lyne goes back to now , my blog post . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Okayy , about Kaq Aishah . Wat i have to say ?? She's such a bitch . I used to be so Obsessed witt her . Then this obsession turned to hatred . Well , she was being too nice and forgiving ! Always leaving me in the lurch ! I mean , hw the fuck did she got to this ??? Always siding witt others , all her lies , her poisonous words , her fake " love " for her little brothers and sisters and whoever the fuck she betrayed ! BETRAYER ! BACKSTABBER ! Youhh whore ! I will be damned before i side with her again ! I feel relieved , at least i got a medicine for dat sickness last week . I dont want to cough blood and risk myself again . Okayy , my post ends here . Till then , Farewell !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Who can where the road goes ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Where the day flows ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;~.....:: Only time :: .....~&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/6857303982147011427-4796324532574238933?l=ismailblgps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/feeds/4796324532574238933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6857303982147011427&amp;postID=4796324532574238933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/4796324532574238933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/4796324532574238933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/2009/12/b-d-c-h-i-c-lookin-so-sexy.html' title='B-A-D C-H-I-C Lookin so sexy ...'/><author><name>Ismail</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-2359987310242620903</id><published>2009-12-12T06:41:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T07:33:34.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another dayy ? As if .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ohh care , so im writin tis post . Its almost 11 : 00 pm .. Still wide awake ! And so there was me here , who yesterday watched Twilight New Moon witt my crush ( who came first after i did ) , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;kaq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Aishah and our bestest friend and agent to the Eredar . Ohh care i need to tell youhh about this god awful god damned kaq aishah . She's a betrayer , an affront to everytyng the Eredar stand for . Okayy , new contact card .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;SITI AISHAH BTE ZURAIMI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Description :  A Bitch to the Eredar , she has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;been known to traitorously sides with others &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;to overcome the Eredar . She is no longer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;considered an Eredar Mistress due to her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;exile pass .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ranking :  Exiled Mistress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So we carry on ;) tsk ;) Okayy . Ohh i forgot to tell youhh about the Eredar ! I cant tell youhh about it , merely describe it as a group of survivors , but i may tell youhh its members .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;MUHD ISMAIL BIN MOHD GHAZALI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Description : Known to have formed the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Eredar with unwilling members , he has been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;known to hate backstabbers , and is particularly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;able to detect any form of backstabbing , a true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;master of the Eredar .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ranking : Master of Hierarchy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;FATIN NASIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Description :  A worthy woman of no bounded &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;knowledge , she has been known to escape &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;places with secrets to be told . Known to every &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;rumor and every secret , she now has enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;knowledge to exact her point of vengeance ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;if only her loose ground does give her no pause .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ranking : Mistress of Terror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;NUR AMA LIZA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Description : A strong woman with an even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;stronger hold in her ground , she has been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;known to be rarely , or perhaps never , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;defenseless . Extremely promising and rash .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Also known to be nice sometimes .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ranking : Mistress of Pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So there lemme continue . So we went to watch Twilight , soon after buying the tickets . So we got into our seats , with me falling asleep and half oblivious to the advertisements on screen . So Fatin woke me up , and then i was like " what ? " . So i woke up and asked her whether she tried to touch me . She said no and then ohh i was like " dont lie .... freaky ass " . So the movie started and there was a hot girl with part of her cleavage open to be seen . And also a hottie in the movie called Edward Cullen was there too . Soon it got epic . Werewolves fighting vampires , and also the vampire family was full of hot guys and especially women . WoOtWoOt ! SEXY ASS bitches . So we went to McDonalds i didnt eat a thing except for ama liza's leftover lettuce with mayo . and finished up the leftover drink . Youhh see , im more adept at eating leftovers rather than eating a whole food . So there we have it , we split ways i went home and they went to Chamelon or smthg . Ohh yeah , i boarded the wrong bus . 198 . im supposed to take 240 but took the wrong line . Huhuu . Okayy so smthg happened . And there we have it , the end of Friday . ;) tsk ;) nice !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857303982147011427-2359987310242620903?l=ismailblgps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/feeds/2359987310242620903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6857303982147011427&amp;postID=2359987310242620903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/2359987310242620903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/2359987310242620903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-dayy-as-if.html' title='Another dayy ? As if .'/><author><name>Ismail</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-4800096134911779894</id><published>2009-12-12T03:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T03:33:10.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A message for youhh Outlanders ;) tsk ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="overflow:auto;width:300px;height:200px;padding:10px;border:1px solid #eee"&gt;I hate resorting to violence . &lt;br /&gt;People who hate me may die . &lt;br /&gt;I also hate Backstabbers and betrayers alike . Ephemera should die . &lt;br /&gt;People who want to be nice and forgiving will be HATED ! &lt;br /&gt;Understanding me is the only gateway to your heaven , so please dont judge me &lt;br /&gt;I will place vengeance upon those who JUDGE ME like i am fuckin damn stupid &lt;br /&gt;Youhh have been warned !  &lt;br /&gt;So , interested in me ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857303982147011427-4800096134911779894?l=ismailblgps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/feeds/4800096134911779894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6857303982147011427&amp;postID=4800096134911779894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/4800096134911779894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/4800096134911779894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/2009/12/message-for-youhh-outlanders-tsk.html' title='A message for youhh Outlanders ;) tsk ;)'/><author><name>Ismail</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-4677997248690909271</id><published>2009-12-09T21:36:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T04:15:28.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhhhh HaHaHark</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hahahark . Hiie ppl . Today , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean , this week , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had a terrible but NICEEE mood . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as always , bitchy ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love myself . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im playin bitch witt ppl who play bitch at me !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aint dat cool ? Like wtf ??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yo enufffo dat back to the beat . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there's me , and this person who asked me for forgiveness - without reason .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well there is a reason actually . Nahh its not strong enough anywayy .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SOoo , i thought it might be ciiut if i said &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BITCH LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THERE AINT NO FORGIVENESS !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But instead it came out as :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could i say no ??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And hey hey hey im wats happennen .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I change topic . She really vex me like as if she sex me . Eeeurghh .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disgusting . Im havin sex witt a centuries old beauty queen ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah she's pretty cuz she herself is the Queen Lady Azshara herself . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like if youhh havnt notice ive been saying ??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BOOGAGABOOGA ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which litterally means , bitch , : Q-U-E-E-N A-Z-S-H-A-R-A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder why i keep saying her name .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well to be honest as a human rather than wat ive BECOME ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is Aishah , the descendant of Zuraimi !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;URRK ! Yeah .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've established dat now .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So pop dat pop dat jiggle dat fat , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dont stop gettin it till ur clothes get wet .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get it ??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fyne then !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cn youhh be a sweetie and pass this msg ??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh before youhh answer or say anytyng , THANK YOUHH !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If youhh do this i owe youhh a favor ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So post it on my tag board to tell me youhh did it .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okayy the msg : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Mistress Azshara aka Aishah Zuraimi ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Youhh have crossed ur fucken line , hellin bitch .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Youhh changed me into this and youhh shall change me back !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hell youhh bitch outta ur mind youhh betrayed and backstabbed everyone !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaq Diina , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaq Nina ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And everyone !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bitch ! I hate youhh ! May yo ass fuck youhh youhh bitch !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remove me of this torment !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just fuckk off !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont want youhh !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just .... dont make me remember youhh .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuz its my problem i hate youhh ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and its ur fault for all dat happened . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We must trust tyme to reveal all things .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now fuck off .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kay-kay &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank youhh !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857303982147011427-4677997248690909271?l=ismailblgps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/feeds/4677997248690909271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6857303982147011427&amp;postID=4677997248690909271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/4677997248690909271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/4677997248690909271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/2009/12/uhhhh-hahahark.html' title='Uhhhh HaHaHark'/><author><name>Ismail</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-3613357956126863746</id><published>2009-11-26T22:27:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T23:11:44.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hary Raye ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Okayy hye ! Ohh , To my muslim and islam and malay friends , especially the ones which i Ucapkan hary raye to at FB , Slamat hary raye ! Okay , just now i went to the Mes - jade Assyakirin to solat sunnat hary raye hajy . Ohh fuck , so many people that were old had strange smells . One had the smell of hot buttered popcorn , another had cotton candy , and some even had bbq and fire smells . Then into the mes - jade . Ohh well , me and daddy gathered at the space just outside the mes - jade . We sat near the front . Then as the Syarahan continued and all the allahuakbar3 i got real bored . I actually missed my secret person admired and Kaq aishah ! So boring . I saw dat this man who sat beside me was fucking dumb . He was sleeping and mumbling . I was almost to tears keeping my laughter and giggles . He was smiling AND sleeping ! And if that wasnt enough he almost bumped into the person in front of him ! Huhu ... I almost lost my iman of kesabaran . And so and so . A lot of mats there . I mean mats as in mats , the other word for small carpets . Lmao also lots of mats , this time the gangsters . All dye2 trying to look cool , act like natural like that . I almost coughed up what i had for breakfast . Lontong rendang and sayo kuneng lmao . So after dat we went home . Play with my laptop and fb . Ohh and yes , smlm seblum kul 12 mlm i sent out slmt hary raye to my malay friends . Starting with my dearest , then kaq aishah kaq nina and then the three and blah2 . So After dat went for friday jemaah prayers . Lols two in a day two in a row wtf . Okayy , again , familiar faces again . I almost choked on the smell .. Then we went to the Basement . Cool huh ? I was hot . That room was nearest to the Jenazah room ! Ohh after dat the allahuakbar2 again . After dat we solat and went home ahh . So when i came back a present was waiting . Macadaemia nuts ! OMG two years since i had one of those ! Was this my bdae ? Ohh , no . But I would sure like one this coming bdae of mine ! So now the timeline comes to now , me typing my blog post . Okayy , enough for todayy Hary raye kayy ? Jagn serdeyh kayy ? syg dher .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; ;) tsk ;)&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/6857303982147011427-3613357956126863746?l=ismailblgps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/feeds/3613357956126863746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6857303982147011427&amp;postID=3613357956126863746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/3613357956126863746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/3613357956126863746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/2009/11/selamat-hary-raye.html' title='Selamat Hary Raye ~'/><author><name>Ismail</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-8642176295208733915</id><published>2009-11-24T00:16:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T00:21:08.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Therion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/SwuXSVHqltI/AAAAAAAAAJM/H1i8CFfNSEE/s1600/Therion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407582118751147730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/SwuXSVHqltI/AAAAAAAAAJM/H1i8CFfNSEE/s320/Therion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cool huh ? Dark Venus Persephone made me cry lmao . For no reason ... the song is dedicated to my dear sis ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857303982147011427-8642176295208733915?l=ismailblgps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/feeds/8642176295208733915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6857303982147011427&amp;postID=8642176295208733915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/8642176295208733915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/8642176295208733915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/2009/11/therion.html' title='Therion'/><author><name>Ismail</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/SwuXSVHqltI/AAAAAAAAAJM/H1i8CFfNSEE/s72-c/Therion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-8377175346086163518</id><published>2009-11-23T18:42:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T19:03:39.228-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crying Sad Siblings Miss'/><title type='text'>To my dearest ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ohh well hii . Today it's going to be a post . Call it dedicated , or anything youhh might want to . But first i need youhh all to hear this . And maybe leave a comment to have your say . Simple . Few words . Siblings stay together and love each other no matter how far apart they are from each other . The strongest word is : Siblings . There is nothing in the world that could break them apart , could there ? And even so , all i could do is call and meet up . Are we friends ? I hope youhh dont consider it this way . Even if i dont stay together with youhh , i still can feel youhh . I really am disappointed why all because of a woman who separated us we could not even talk . I doubt my apologies could be accepted . But now i doubt we could meet again . Why is it that we have to be apart even farther ? Now i can only grieve , cry all throughout , miss and nothing more . Why did it had come to this ? Why did i have to take youhh for granted ? I feel so wrong with myself ! And all because of just one woman who wishes we were never born we had to be apart , why ? I need to have reasons . I dont have the courage to live now . With only me and kaq Aisyah . But how am i to when nobody is in the house ? All alone , Crying , missing someone who could never come back . Im too small to live by myself . Soon , i would be all alone . Kaq Aisyah would get married , and me ? Without doubt , i may never make it . Knowing we would be immensely apart , I have to say it right now because , we may not have another day . I truly loved youhh , I missed youhh , I need youhh every second , because life without youhh life isnt worth .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857303982147011427-8377175346086163518?l=ismailblgps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/feeds/8377175346086163518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6857303982147011427&amp;postID=8377175346086163518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/8377175346086163518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/8377175346086163518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-my-dearest.html' title='To my dearest ~'/><author><name>Ismail</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-5076495982489207809</id><published>2009-11-22T16:59:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T17:26:40.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformation ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Heyy . Nice to see youhh all again . Well , actually , i feel rather glum . But there's still something in me , i mean , not that im drained or anything . I missed everyone , including kaq Tiqah ,  Kaq Ira , Kaq Rina , and especially Adeq Bella . Yeap , ive finally accepted what she said to me the other day . She's lower than me . The title "Kaq" may not seem fit . Hhahs . What about kaq Aishah ? Well , ive finally got better of her . Now i no longer feel crazy for her after all . I seem to feel better now . It's like , I transformed . Into a better person . But wait i dont think so . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;My sister says perhaps its officially i got more matured . Now i know , we cant keep a friend forever , merely be friends forever . They will have to leave one day . So maybe now i dont think i will see the worse side of things after all . But i must keep in touch . I mean , maybe someone out there might finally say i meant the world to them . And maybe i might accept them . I'm tired of being the opposite . But now only some people may i miss much . Youhh know who . And it's not Kaq Aishah , since i dont miss her that much . Ohh well , till death do us part , okay ? Kaq tiqah , Kaq Ira , Kaq Rina and Adq Bella will be missed dearly . Rest assured , we will keep in touch . Im not sure how long i might hold out next year . Will i still have my friends ? Well , that , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;is another story .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;~End~&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/6857303982147011427-5076495982489207809?l=ismailblgps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/feeds/5076495982489207809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6857303982147011427&amp;postID=5076495982489207809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/5076495982489207809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/5076495982489207809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/2009/11/transformation.html' title='Transformation ?'/><author><name>Ismail</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-9047207133822244073</id><published>2009-11-18T16:59:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T17:25:09.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>911 call .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yeah hie .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Phone rings . )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;911 .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;HELP ME !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ahh ! Wtf is wrong with youhh ? Can youhh let me hear the inner voice ? A bit lower ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Im in a room ... I feel sick .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yeah so ? Introduce yourself pls .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;My name's Jim .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Could youhh spell that ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;What ?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(obviously shock .)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Did i stutter ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;J ... I ..... M .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ohh . Your last name ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;McKay .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ohh , youhh gotta spell that too .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;M ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yeah ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;C .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yeah yeah ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;K ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;K .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;J ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;K !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;L ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;K ! K K K !!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jim , youhh racist ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;No ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I could hear that " hey " in your voice ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;No .... . Its k .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Okay . Carry on .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;A .... Y ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ok .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;So could youhh send an ambulance ? Im dying here ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ohh , we'll have to decide that . Youhh know i just played Bumper cars with all the ambulance vehicles with my friend Elliot and OHH youhh gotta be there . I mean , we were like BANG ! BOOM ! CLANGG !!! Youhh get it Jim ?? We all got drunk after the party at the club that night . And youhh know ? We had so much fun ! More fun than drugs youhh get the idea Jim ? Ohh man we played till the wee hours of the morning ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*Jim McKay vomits blood , BLUEKZ !*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;PLEASE !!! Im dying here !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jim , i'll have to remind youhh youhh cant shout . Inner voice please !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;AHH !!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*coughs coughs vomits*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ohh wait ..... i think im okayy .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ohh well , i guess youhhh got that !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Okayy , Jim , Im in a rut now . Could youhh hold for one moment pls ? Thank youhh . Nature's calling .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(Silence . Shanaynay goes to the toilet , 20 minutes later .)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ohhkay . Hie Jim . Went to the toilet brokenhearted , wanted to SHIT but could only farted .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hello ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;.......................................... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ohh well , i guess he got that .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(Puts down the phone , but stops halfway , .....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ohh sorry Girl !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ohhh . hie !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Youhh know what ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I saved a life !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Youhh did ? Ohh ! Now that's -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Of course ! Shanaynay always does it right ! Yeah high - five !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;~End of conversation~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857303982147011427-9047207133822244073?l=ismailblgps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/feeds/9047207133822244073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6857303982147011427&amp;postID=9047207133822244073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/9047207133822244073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/9047207133822244073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/2009/11/911-call.html' title='911 call .'/><author><name>Ismail</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-7198306794317778200</id><published>2009-10-23T03:13:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T07:42:07.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promises , promises .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okayy , before my post todayy , Iy want to tell the ppl whom iy chose at FB that the post iy asked to comment on ys the Siblings post . Okayy , for todayy . Kaq aysha , Iy promyse youhh a myllyon stars . Kaq Nyna , The byg blue sky ys urs ! Hehe , gt nthg to do uhh . Kaq Dayah , Iy promyse youhh myself ! Hehehe ~ Todayy iym going to go to the &lt;a href="http://jigokutushin.net/"&gt;http://jigokutushin.net/&lt;/a&gt; Websyte to proof whether everytyng about Hell gyrl , or more formerly known , Enma Ay . Iy want proof the websyte even exysted at all . Okayy , Whyle we wayt , Iy want to ucapkan slamat hary raye hajy to my fryends and famylyes , namely kaq dayah and kaq aysha . Kaq aysha feels close to famyly , youhh know ? And especyally to the person whom iy admyre secretly ;) tsk ;) ~ I love youhh , and lets kick off the new day wyth a " Night me up with a Shalalalala ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; lala , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;la - la !&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/6857303982147011427-7198306794317778200?l=ismailblgps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/feeds/7198306794317778200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6857303982147011427&amp;postID=7198306794317778200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/7198306794317778200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/7198306794317778200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/2009/10/promises-promises.html' title='Promises , promises .'/><author><name>Ismail</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-8291096274256909639</id><published>2009-10-21T03:51:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T02:14:01.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari kebangsaan--</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;SO long ive never touched this beloved blog of myne........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;I miss blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Now,.....Before anything were to happen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;I wanna remember my sis,especially Kak Aishah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Im like crying.K nvrm.Ok,here goes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;1st)Kak Aishah-My beloved sister,and my favorite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;2nd)Kak Nina-my best problem solver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;3rd)Kak Seri-My motivator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;4th)Kak Izzah-My sporting SisterXD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;5th)Kak Wana-My most humourous Sis....&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;6th)Kak Tiqah-My bestest friend,and sis**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;7th)Kak Ira-My 2nd humourous sister,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;8th)Kak Sab(Lols)-My most Joking Sister ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;9th)Kak Dina-My most isolated sis-without reason!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;10th)Kak Lizzie-My most scariest and Startling Sister......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Then of course,Don't leave out your own adeks no matter how many you have!&lt;br /&gt;Here goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;1st)Adek Balqis-my most adorable adek,as well as the humourous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;2nd)Adek Saf-My most unsusual adek,........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;3rd)Adek Roselyn-My most defendable adek!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;4th)Adek Razlynn-My most avoided adek,for no reason to say the least...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;5th)Adek Mahathir-My unknown but humourous adek!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i remember i have 8 abangs...Still important!&lt;br /&gt;Here goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;1st)Abang Danial-My either best or worst abang,say like sweet and sour!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;2nd)Abang Effendy-My most humourous and ever-powerful abang!Also the smartest kick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;3rd)Abang Fadly-My inventor abang who invented the Humour Donkey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;4th)Abang BJ-My most "Wrestling" Abang.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;5th)Abang BR-Also like Abang Danial,Sweet and especially SOUR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;6th)Abang Syuk-Also my humourous abang in the Lyn Class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;7th)Abang Raihan-The strongest abang i had ever seen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;8th)Abang Safiy-Immeasurable strength!Ive seen him workout,you get the idea? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Ok...Ive listed them here and now as my most special people.Hope my mistakes can be forgiven and my sins against all of you cleansed.Hope you all may enjoy your own life as special people in other's hearts.May all of you meet a happy life,as happy as you expect.Still,Life can't be that bad,could it??Oh well,Ive said my part.And Specially for Kak Aishah,Do forgive me of all wrongdoings.Thanks for letting me decide for anything i could've never done without you.Also for Kak Nina,Thanks for solving and hearing out my problems i had come across...Forgive me of all things that i have done towards you that you consider wrong.Enjoy your lives,Kakak,Abang and Also my Adeks.Wish you well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857303982147011427-8291096274256909639?l=ismailblgps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/feeds/8291096274256909639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6857303982147011427&amp;postID=8291096274256909639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/8291096274256909639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/8291096274256909639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/2009/10/hari-kebangsaan.html' title='Hari kebangsaan--'/><author><name>Ismail</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-942766545518595719</id><published>2009-10-14T03:15:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T03:19:51.917-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nazam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lebaran'/><title type='text'>Sorry!Sorry!Selamat hari Raye.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iI-SLNZvXIM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iI-SLNZvXIM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.........It's a bit sort.Dot.Sorry for the neglect,hey.Very very sorry.I forgot all about the blog.Ok,there's the video.Watch it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857303982147011427-942766545518595719?l=ismailblgps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/feeds/942766545518595719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6857303982147011427&amp;postID=942766545518595719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/942766545518595719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/942766545518595719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/2009/10/sorrysorryselamat-hari-raye.html' title='Sorry!Sorry!Selamat hari Raye.....'/><author><name>Ismail</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-8814892868747186653</id><published>2009-09-18T04:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T04:43:57.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid facts~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Here are ten facts&lt;br /&gt;1. Your reading my comment&lt;br /&gt;2. Now your saying/thinking thats a stupid fact.&lt;br /&gt;4. You didnt notice that i skipped 3.&lt;br /&gt;5. Your checking it now.&lt;br /&gt;6. Your smiling.&lt;br /&gt;7. Your still reading my comment.&lt;br /&gt;8. You know all you have read is true.&lt;br /&gt;10. You didn't notice that i skipped 9.&lt;br /&gt;11. Your checking it now.&lt;br /&gt;12. You didn't notice there are only 10 facts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;K lah...&lt;br /&gt;My intention is to write this here before i forget: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Semua resah hati manusiamu&lt;br /&gt;Untuk membagi kisah atas nama cinta&lt;br /&gt;Derai air mata di setiap sujudmu seperti tak pernah cukup untuk menjagaku&lt;br /&gt;Jangan butakan hati menjadi cinta yang semu....oo... Cinta yang semu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau hembuskan ayat-ayat cinta untukku&lt;br /&gt;Di sela doa dalam malam-malam yang sunyi&lt;br /&gt;Ampun yang engkau pinta dalam semua keraguan yg tlah meliputi jiwamu&lt;br /&gt;Semoga akan membawa cintamu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada diriku dalam jalan dan ridho-Nya&lt;br /&gt;Jangan butakan hati menjadi cinta yang semu...oo... Cinta yang semu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau hembuskan ayat-ayat cinta untukku&lt;br /&gt;Di tengah terik matahari dan dinginnya malam&lt;br /&gt;Kau panjatkan ayat-ayat cinta pada-Nya&lt;br /&gt;Melindungi dan menjaga kisah cinta kita...&lt;br /&gt;&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/6857303982147011427-8814892868747186653?l=ismailblgps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/feeds/8814892868747186653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6857303982147011427&amp;postID=8814892868747186653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/8814892868747186653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/8814892868747186653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/2009/09/stupid-facts.html' title='Stupid facts~'/><author><name>Ismail</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-5319291325246545394</id><published>2009-09-18T04:21:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T04:26:09.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corrections~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hie guys.Hehe!The other tyme i said the wrong lyrics cos that dumbass kid told me that.Now here's my correction:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;She's so sexy, so cool&lt;br /&gt;She's the baddest girl I seen&lt;br /&gt;I'm wonderin why&lt;br /&gt;I only see her in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;The love of my life,&lt;br /&gt;She's the only one for me&lt;br /&gt;My l-o-v-e, oh my l-o-v-e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you're my shooting star&lt;br /&gt;Ride with me and I'll take you far&lt;br /&gt;Explore the world, and back around&lt;br /&gt;You lift me up, and you hold me down (you hold the crown)&lt;br /&gt;And you make this team&lt;br /&gt;There's no couple like this, king &amp;amp; queen&lt;br /&gt;There's no other couple like, you &amp;amp; me&lt;br /&gt;You're the girl of my dreams, my everything&lt;br /&gt;I love this feelin, your love is healin&lt;br /&gt;I need it, I breathe it&lt;br /&gt;No way I'd ever leave it&lt;br /&gt;I'm so into you, don't what I'd do&lt;br /&gt;Your love is so true&lt;br /&gt;It's just me &amp;amp; my boo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's so sexy, so cool&lt;br /&gt;She's the baddest girl I seen&lt;br /&gt;I'm wonderin why&lt;br /&gt;I only see her in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;The love of my life,&lt;br /&gt;She's the only one for me&lt;br /&gt;My l-o-v-e, oh my l-o-v-e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd find another love like this&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget the first time we kissed (we kissed)&lt;br /&gt;Your body against mine&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your skin, your lips&lt;br /&gt;Such a beautiful kiss (such a beautiful kiss)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My l-o-v-e, she elevate me&lt;br /&gt;She fly &amp;amp; so free, was blind now I see&lt;br /&gt;And without her, now what would I be&lt;br /&gt;Not what I am, but I'd still be a g&lt;br /&gt;I'd still be hype, I'd still shine bright&lt;br /&gt;But who'd be there to hold me so tight&lt;br /&gt;Who'd be there when it's lonely at night&lt;br /&gt;My wife, so right, the love of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's so sexy, so cool&lt;br /&gt;She's the baddest girl I seen&lt;br /&gt;I'm wonderin why&lt;br /&gt;I only see her in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;The love of my life,&lt;br /&gt;She's the only one for me&lt;br /&gt;My l-o-v-e, oh my l-o-v-e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're so picture perfect, I can't imagine&lt;br /&gt;My life without you (l-o-v-e)&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm floatin on air, whenever you're here&lt;br /&gt;Baby come with me and I'll take you there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's so sexy, so cool&lt;br /&gt;She's the baddest girl I seen&lt;br /&gt;I'm wonderin why&lt;br /&gt;I only see her in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;The love of my life,&lt;br /&gt;She's the only one for me&lt;br /&gt;My l-o-v-e, oh my l-o-v-e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's so sexy, so cool&lt;br /&gt;She's the baddest girl I seen&lt;br /&gt;I'm wonderin why&lt;br /&gt;I only see her in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;The love of my life,&lt;br /&gt;She's the only one for me&lt;br /&gt;My l-o-v-e, oh my l-o-v-e&lt;br /&gt;L-o-v-e, l-o-v-e&lt;br /&gt;L-o-v-e, l-o-v-e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's so sexy, so cool&lt;br /&gt;She's the baddest girl I seen&lt;br /&gt;I'm wonderin why&lt;br /&gt;I only see her in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;The love of my life,&lt;br /&gt;She's the only one for me&lt;br /&gt;My l-o-v-e, oh my l-o-v-e&lt;br /&gt;(Oh my l-o-v-e) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;~Another post,Farewell!~&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/6857303982147011427-5319291325246545394?l=ismailblgps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/feeds/5319291325246545394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6857303982147011427&amp;postID=5319291325246545394' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/5319291325246545394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/5319291325246545394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/2009/09/hie-guys.html' title='Corrections~'/><author><name>Ismail</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-4849822860270758381</id><published>2009-09-06T03:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T03:36:17.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my god,Allah the Great.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Hie guys.Terday,I had a mysterious feeling to check my letters and go online.It appears,however,that this lovely feeling was given by god.It was all because of my dear sister!Heyy,what do you know?I got an e-mail from my sis that i can't copy here.Haish.Too bad.So if any one wants it you can just ask.Afterall there's a chatbox.Oh yes,haha,lol!She told me not to think about neither Hanna or Love.But their actually both the same lol.So this is gonna be a short post again.Kk larh,i've been feeling down and out lately.I can't think properly except when i'm really serious.K larh,Till The Next Post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;~The End~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6857303982147011427-4849822860270758381?l=ismailblgps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/feeds/4849822860270758381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6857303982147011427&amp;postID=4849822860270758381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/4849822860270758381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/4849822860270758381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-my-godallah-great.html' title='Oh my god,Allah the Great.......'/><author><name>Ismail</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-5279804617478522526</id><published>2009-08-31T04:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T07:07:33.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ferral.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Oh.Hii guys.Gosh.Its another day again.Oh yes,about yesterday,i saw Ain at JP while i was out buying and repairing something at the same time.Haha.I was just beside her shop all along.Thought want to tegur her but what if i was made a ''paiseh''?Haha.Ok,for today,I loitered with Seri and Izzah and Isnina and Haziq and Atikah (Beraper byk nyerh and aku aderh??).Then we joked a bit-bit and then we witnessed Seri who was drinking water.Haha.WHAT'S SO FUNNY?!?I dunno.Just laughing like everyday else.Btw tomorrow no school;I'm gonna be grumpy.No Isnina and Aishah and Syazwana and even Ama Liza.If you're asking me why girls?Ehk they all my kakak angkat you know!Isnina is 14 july Aishah is 28 may or something but im sure that they are all older than me.Of course!I'm 2nd December.Ok.Even without dogs and assholes and bastards i can't live for a day.lolololololololololololol.Well,refering to Muhammad Ridhuwan Bin Daud of 2009,''Challenges are hard (I think i remembered wrongly) but they are what we live for''.Well,we'll refer to that in this case.Ehk yes I do think this is a very,very short post.But hey,it's still a post!So....In this case,or in all cases,i'd say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;~The end~&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/6857303982147011427-5279804617478522526?l=ismailblgps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/feeds/5279804617478522526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6857303982147011427&amp;postID=5279804617478522526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/5279804617478522526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/5279804617478522526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/2009/08/ferral.html' title='Ferral.'/><author><name>Ismail</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-7843436764951301657</id><published>2009-08-29T22:09:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:56:23.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing in the rain??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Kk.Hie guys.Today,it was a,well,not to say a horrible one,but....IT IS A HORRIBLE DAY!I'll start from the beginning.Today,i had a madrasah class.I went there using taxi because,well,i  was LATE!I mean,i was supposed to be there by 8,in the morning.It may be madness but i got used to it.Everything the teacher was about to teach was all what i already knew before all the other students.Because of that the class was a bit boring.But there was this freaking ass kid who is such an unbeareable pain in the butt.What,an ass.So he kicked my chair and all my books on the table dropped.Darn him!Asshole.He had the cheek to say i was the one doing that to myself.I was crazy.But,fortunately,none believed him.I took this chance and said,....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me-Jangan purer2 bodoh ah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Him-Aperh?Ko tu yg bodoh,nk cari pasal....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me-Why exactly are you so stupid?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Him-What stupid?You stupid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me-Stupid dumb ass childish kid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Him-Aperh jerh.....tkder org layan......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;So it stopped.He actually shut up.Ok,after that i went home.Long story short.So there goes a day.Uwaa!It started to rain.I took the 98 bus and went down on the bus stop in front of Lakeside Primary School.Soon,It began to REALLY rain.What i meant was that from a drizzle came a downpour.All my fault for singing Lenka-The show in the classroom.Well,I repeated my singing at the part where they say ''Or i'll smile hard,its gonna pour''.Gosh it came true.Then in my mind i was like,what,keep going faster?Then i fell.Uwaa!Dolat terluper solat.Haha.LoL.Then,I reached home all soaked.No,smart alecks,Not to the bone.To the skin!I even had time to spin and jump around in the rain.Then after all that playing i went back home.This time I was really soaked to the bone.My songkok was like so wet it felt like a carpet when i pat it.Then i went to my room,saw my mom,and was asked to bath.Usually i would say no,but because i wanted to go to school 100%,i said yes.After playing i fought with Ormen Karmen,Dettankarmen,and ZuttanKarmen.On my psp larh.Ormen and Dettan were damn easy.Zuttankarmen killed me in an instant.So when i was playing Muttaqi came into the room.He said that there was no one because my mom went to 'work' and that my VERY LAZY stepdad was sleeping.He also added that he urinated.Oh god.So,to avoid trouble when no one is in the house,i gave him the psp(he knows how to play)and left him there.Gosh he really played hard.Up till umi came home.So i recharged the psp,and played the laptop instead.Been a while since i checked on Restaurant City.Barn buddy has no plants at all.Im gonna do something.Ok then,You heard the boss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;     I'm still kicking......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;~The end~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(Sebelum cahaya music in the background please!)&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/6857303982147011427-7843436764951301657?l=ismailblgps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/feeds/7843436764951301657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6857303982147011427&amp;postID=7843436764951301657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/7843436764951301657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/7843436764951301657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/2009/08/playing-in-rain.html' title='Playing in the rain??'/><author><name>Ismail</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' 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and what's more i didn 't eat any more!Haish.Luckily now its only directly 30 mins or half an hour to buker.Gosh after today we have 21 more days(which isn't very little) to puase!which,technically,means that i'm gonna have to solat 8 rakaat for terawih including withir which also means 168 rakaats!Wow.Hey guys,you know what?A ustadz gilerr mabukk said that one rakaat is 72 days if put into normal daddy day solat.So which means....Gah im not gonna calculate so if you're really nice you'll do it for me as if you're my dog.Ok im not sure where's my spectacles i just asked my mom whether she took it (as she sometimes did)and she said..."Jangan tanyer umi ehk bender2 mcm gini.Ko pergi cari sendiri ko!Tk kuaser aku nk layan"......normally if old peaseants say that to me i'll slap his/her face.I mean,you're not being nice.I just asked;you should answer at least a nice little ''i don't know''.Oh god she's so lucky she's my mom.But my friends will know that one day i'll strike back with karma.BLACK karma.PURELY black.And so,as i was saying before my rude mother cut me in,it was a day of puase.I wish i hadn't listened to my maid about eating prata.Now this month is a month of eating nutritiously(wrong spelling),not eating delicacies that we like.So for example if you really like chocolate and had always ate it in the morning(example no offence),You can't do that anymore because you would die if you did it.Anyways its not enough for your body so even when you're dieting,you HAVE to eat enougheven if it means eating 120 tons of rice.Btw no cereals.Its only for keeping fresh and awake in the morning.Keep that in mind.But should any of you be,like,well,really eating 120 tons,rest assured it'll be lost by the time it reaches 7:09-7:13.No worries!Hey what happened to me?A minute ago about fasting and now about health and food.Haish.I got nothing more to talk about.Playing patapon 2 donchaka now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I'm still kicking.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(Cindai music in the background please!)&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/6857303982147011427-334776885421377119?l=ismailblgps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/feeds/334776885421377119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6857303982147011427&amp;postID=334776885421377119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/334776885421377119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/334776885421377119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-dayy.html' title='Another dayy.'/><author><name>Ismail</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta9ts429JNk/TTKtIOOQDoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nh5J5bSWpGU/S220/Ismail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6857303982147011427.post-5003995977868482538</id><published>2009-08-28T03:12:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T03:47:12.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ismail Strikes Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Hi everyone.Yes,Ismail strikes again.Got nothing better to do.Haha!BTW,since y'all know who i am,there's no reason to explain.Ok,today,some p5 and p6 students took the Higher Mother Tongue exam papers.And not to forget,today is another day of fasting.Felt really hungry during recess.What an ass.I get hungry at school and headache at home.Ass.Shamira also tried to talk to me.Ewww.Ass.Back to the topic.Ass.Ms Turina gave us no homework today.Cikgu Lyn made me scared just now because i DIDN'T HAVE the Ujian 3.Double ass.Then we got our malay LC prelim papers.I ''so-called'' failed.TRIPLE ASS!!Then we got lectured.We went back to our classes and got back our Composition and Listening and Booklet A.According to Ms Turina,I,Ama liza and some others got the highest.*no ass for this*.After that off to math lesson.Got our papers.OAS,Booklet A,Booklet B and Paper 2.All of them.Guess what?I got D!D for Doctor!!Half-ass.So i was half happy then.Soon,after going through Booklet A,We went home at 1 pm.I didn't went home,same with the others.Went to JP to search for Present for Teachers Day.Met Seri and gang on the way.At first,it was Izzah,Seri,Balqis,Atikah and me.Then after going to Balqis's house to change clothes(i didn't have any),We found Razlynn who had,by the time,changed.*Not a single ass here!*.Soon,we reached JP.We actually went seperately because i was going to somewhere else not on their *Agenda.I searched and searched.Finally made up mind and went to The Icing Room.That was from Kak Dayah's idea.She's not here with us but her memories stay here!Soon,we found BR.Then Danial.QUADRUPLETS OF ASS!hmph.What an ass.A real dynamic super combo ass.I then had nothing to do,the dogs were at Action City,So i went home.I fell asleep on the bus lol.I missed the bus stop so i decided to turn.Didn't care where the dog i am and just made a turn.Woke up two bus stops away from bus stop.APERH AKU CAKAP NIE??Haha,lol!So i came back home at around 3 something,played psp for a while and then i searched the net.And here i am writing.I mean typing.So here's a cheers to another day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the end&lt;/span&gt;~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(Kepak2bing2 in the background please!)&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/6857303982147011427-5003995977868482538?l=ismailblgps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismailblgps.blogspot.com/feeds/5003995977868482538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6857303982147011427&amp;postID=5003995977868482538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6857303982147011427/posts/default/5003995977868482538'/><link rel='self' 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