<?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-14792460</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:45:59.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mumul</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>346</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-4434198270685765368</id><published>2009-05-11T20:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T21:17:05.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i think that the movie &lt;b&gt;bohsia&lt;/b&gt; is awesome awesome. moooore than kl drift, mat-rempit, or others its genre. hee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay so i didnt update just to say the above (though it IS worth mentioning =P ).&lt;br /&gt;i just dont want to keep some of you in suspense, waiting for my next entry, which after this one, is going to be never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simple reason, i dont have the will to blog anymore. sure, i have looootsa time, seeing that i'm now without a job, but what can i do if i dont have anymore interest in it right. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus plus, a close friend once mentioned to me, what's the use of knowing about someone's life &lt;b&gt;just&lt;/b&gt; from reading his/her blog. if that person is indeed your friend, he/she will tell you everything him/herself. something which i pondered upon, came up with all the pro-cons of keeping a friendship like that (which really only takes a few seconds. hee.), and finally just have to agree.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;you know, i really value all my friendships, no matter who or how long i've known the person, so i always try to reach out and if the other person isnt reciprocating, i write them off. time is not an excuse. neither is distance. my &lt;i&gt;malaysian&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;syrian&lt;/i&gt; friends *grins*, we walk our separate paths knowing at the back of our mind, we would always have each other. and thats a comforting thing to know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;with that said, i bid you all farewell, and see you in the &lt;b&gt;real world&lt;/b&gt;! hee. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-4434198270685765368?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/4434198270685765368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=4434198270685765368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/4434198270685765368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/4434198270685765368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-think-that-movie-bohsia-is-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-2782843455005293256</id><published>2009-01-19T20:32:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:46:11.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;first and foremost, i would like to say hello to the people who are still reading this not-worth-the-time blog of mine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the taggers, who are also my coolest to-email friends (kite macam penpals pon ader ehkk. hee hee.)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raina, who's silently lurking in the shadows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and de metamorphosis, who thinks my place is cool enough to advertise in. real nice of you to assume i have that many hits. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;to get this post started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/?action=view&amp;current=2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;we arrived at the scene at around 6.30pm, but the crowd has already started Q-ing. (thanks ah atok ehk lambat abes kelas.............&lt;br /&gt;..................&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;hahha kay i just cant resist that to make you guilty XD )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we rushed to the ladies room to 'unload' our stuffs and rushed back to the queue, which the crews only started to let in at 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0163.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/Photo0163.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're going in already~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0164.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/Photo0164.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey! i saw the ting tings big big poster there! soooo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0165.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/Photo0165.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ka-ching! hee. atok refused to take part also though. partly cause there's a bunch of people down the stairs Q-ing to get in, and we were gonna be the 30-seconds of fame act if we started to take2 picture like a bunch of tourists. =)&lt;br /&gt;..... omigod katie white so hottt..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0167.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/Photo0167.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0169.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/Photo0169.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stage while there's still light. i was actually kinda excited for the sun to set to see the stage lights and settings at night. i was like a bacen jakon kid then. sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;night set in....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0181.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/Photo0181.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0193.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/Photo0193.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and the party started....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0195.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/Photo0195.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first act - Force Vomit&lt;br /&gt;a bunch of malay guys trying to rock. it was kinda awesome for the first two songs, mainly cause people were already feeling the mood to party, but it got boring after that. gosh i had forgotten how many songs they had belted out. it was so0o dragging, i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then people started being rude.&lt;br /&gt;some chanted for the ting tings.&lt;br /&gt;some told them to fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the funniest, i think, was this one guy who, while the Force Vomit singer was going to introduce their next song, he shouted "DONT CALL ME STACY!"&lt;br /&gt;... okay it wasn't that funny now, but people started laughing then. and i think the singer was a bit taken aback. sigh too bad lah you guys were the opening act of one of the greatest duo/band ever kannn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think they performed like for half an hour?&lt;br /&gt;yes, 30 mins aren't that long, but while waiting for the Ting Tings, it is. =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0197.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/Photo0197.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second act: Wiley, and a bunch of other dudes.&lt;br /&gt;this was when i got pissed off....... a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i, for one, do not know so much about this wiley guy. all i know he's from british, and his 'cash in the pocket' song is quite awesome.&lt;br /&gt;but apparently, this guy is quite famous for our white friends. and mark my words, our white friends are pros when it comes to partying in concerts.&lt;br /&gt;they got so0o0 wild that when wiley came out, they started pushing their way to the front, and we, in the front were not a big fan of pushing, especially after we had came so early to get this awesome view of the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so they were a lot of pushing-backs, profanities flying...... but of course that all came from &lt;i&gt;our&lt;/i&gt; side.&lt;br /&gt;them? they like heck care only. not even giving us a second look.&lt;br /&gt;pissed me off damn bad. especially with atok there. for a moment, i felt guilty for bringing her and subjecting her to that kinda roughness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then they finally arrived next to us cause our stupid ex-neighbours caved in and gave them way by moving to the back. stupid of them, really.&lt;br /&gt;and they tried to push me back too, as in, directly pushing me. not the second-hand push that i had felt, because the ex-neighbours were too weak to retaliate.&lt;br /&gt;hah that totally hit my nerves seh. i nudged the person who tried to push me away real hard on her shoulders and pushed my way a bit to her front, and i was very satisfied that i won, cause she moved to the back and left me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now it's one of her girl friends' turn. she was jumping like mad and she kept hitting me when she landed near my area. so when she came any closer, i poked her, and pushed her away.&lt;br /&gt;poked her and pushed her away.&lt;br /&gt;poked her and pushed her away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all that for nothing... not even a look. she's &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; thick-skinned, man~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;do you know how glad i was when this bunch moved to the left side of the stage to disturb the people there? gah talking about this has gotten me all mad again. i cannot even enjoy the wiley show, AT ALL! i was so focus-ed on trying to keep them away from me and atok that i totally forgot to just enjoy the moment.&lt;br /&gt;damn those bastards.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/?action=view&amp;current=n559816895_1395753_6298.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/n559816895_1395753_6298.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and damn these lucky asses who got the front row - full ting tings view, with zero disturbances from those bastards.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and at exactly 9.20pm, the Ting Tings came out (of the closet)! like finally siaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/?action=view&amp;current=1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, by this, i was already drained. but the moment Katie White came out, there's like this invisible force that fully-charged me and got me all excited like i was at 6.30pm when we first arrived.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/?action=view&amp;current=n559816895_1395786_4901.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/n559816895_1395786_4901.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/?action=view&amp;current=n559816895_1395784_4335.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/n559816895_1395784_4335.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/?action=view&amp;current=n559816895_1395790_6090.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/n559816895_1395790_6090.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/?action=view&amp;current=n559816895_1395788_5483.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/n559816895_1395788_5483.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/?action=view&amp;current=n559816895_1395798_8437.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/n559816895_1395798_8437.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omigod i saw Katie White up close! she was such a joy to watch sehhh...&lt;br /&gt;she was like an Energizer Bunny.&lt;br /&gt;jumping around. dancing like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;she even dropped the microphone stand when she took the microphone off to run around the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omigod Katie White is just so awesome. awesome. and totally awesome.&lt;br /&gt;did i even mention awesome?&lt;br /&gt;she was hot too! and so0o white! i cant believe how white she is. she totally lives up to her name, doesnt she? hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;i got Katie White fever until............ hey! i still think i have it now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie White Katie White Katie White Katie White Katie White Katie White Katie White Katie White Katie White Katie White Katie White Katie White Katie White Katie White Katie White Katie White Katie White Katie White Katie White Katie White Katie White&lt;br /&gt;gee mul.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;only after the show was over did atok and me realized that we had fully exhausted our legs from the 3 hours of standing, jumping, dancing, grooving, gyrating....... hey wait, no gyrating. no no. hee. &lt;br /&gt;i swear my leg was soooo numb that i had to sit down on the sidewalk, waiting for the traffic light to turn green to cross to the mrt station.&lt;br /&gt;not only that, we were dehydrated but still strangely high from the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we grabbed some drinks from the 7-11 and sat down for a while talking about how we enjoyed the show.&lt;br /&gt;omigod i was still high from KatieWhite-ness. and atok commented something about Jules' hotness.. but really, who cares.. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/?action=view&amp;current=Picture1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/Picture1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;it was a really really awesome night. the next time they're coming down, i'm soooo gonna be there again to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0221.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/Photo0221.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how tired and sweaty, and how stinky we were at the end of the day, thanks to being in very close contact with other sweaty people in the audience.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6TXbHDkNGhk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=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/6TXbHDkNGhk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-2782843455005293256?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/2782843455005293256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=2782843455005293256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/2782843455005293256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/2782843455005293256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-and-foremost-i-would-like-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-815325263591187043</id><published>2009-01-16T20:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T20:21:42.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A prelude for my upcoming post. hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;watch in high quality!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CpxTinH4qDw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=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/CpxTinH4qDw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katie white. omigod i can go crazy sia. Big day out at australia.&lt;br /&gt;lucky them folks. sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-815325263591187043?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/815325263591187043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=815325263591187043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/815325263591187043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/815325263591187043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2009/01/prelude-for-my-upcoming-post.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-7237623642293423010</id><published>2008-12-06T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T20:32:00.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;heh i was high yesterday and cant help grinning to myself every few seconds.&lt;br /&gt;then i went to the pantry and saw a fellow IA student, whom i had seen around office but never talked to before since she's from nanyang, and this wide cheesy grin came out of nowhere which, i only realized minutes later, that i had kinda scared her with that OOC (out-of-character) act of mine. gees mul.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..... hey i just made a very long sentence, didnt i! imagine saying that in a single breath. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-7237623642293423010?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/7237623642293423010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=7237623642293423010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/7237623642293423010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/7237623642293423010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2008/12/heh-i-was-high-yesterday-and-cant-help.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-6515045331739230691</id><published>2008-11-30T11:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T11:53:23.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;if there's one song that can make me cry every single time i hear it, it will be this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song is not just for the cancer patients, see. it's the one song that can help &lt;i&gt;anyone&lt;/i&gt; go through &lt;i&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kudos to the awesome writers, Baby Face &amp; Ronnie Walton&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;If the mind keeps thinking you’ve had enough, But the heart keeps telling you don’t give up&lt;br /&gt;Who are we to be questioning, wondering what is what&lt;br /&gt;Don’t give up… through it all, just stand up! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-6515045331739230691?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/6515045331739230691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=6515045331739230691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/6515045331739230691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/6515045331739230691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-theres-one-song-that-can-make-me-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-5234866603196972242</id><published>2008-11-27T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T22:27:43.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;syasyams: oh ehk? hahah time tu aku maseh nervous pasal nugget hangos aku so aku only dapat catch the "sucks" part, probably uttered by our hot mama, nurid. hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fizaroslee: oh oh which reminds me, ade banyak hot egyption women pat saner tak? hahah.&lt;br /&gt;and tak payah lah nak sebot name bapak kau. kau lah satu-satunyer fiza dalam hidop aku. ceh ceh. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway anyway, why the sudden urge to blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i wanna read fas' blog, and she bacen privatises it so i had to log in. and since i'm already logged in, why not lah kan? ;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;secondly, ............. i'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;life is not as miserable as i thought it would be.... which is nice.&lt;br /&gt;all thanks to the almighty God. XD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-5234866603196972242?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/5234866603196972242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=5234866603196972242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/5234866603196972242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/5234866603196972242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2008/11/syasyams-oh-ehk-hahah-time-tu-aku-maseh.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-1200124399324159323</id><published>2008-10-15T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:30:07.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;omigod this is so0o long overdue seh. thanks sangat lar ehk radhiah for NOT telling me that you've already watched the most awesome movie ever, beating &lt;b&gt;Serendipity&lt;/b&gt; hands down! =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh well, i passed by a movie shop last friday and saw the "&lt;b&gt;Ayat-ayat cinta&lt;/b&gt;" cd already out, so i decided to just rent it for the weekend and and... i've watched it for a total of FIVE times already!! omg the best. so well written. so well acted. it's all perfect. and i dont care that that bacen nurid syams and zack said it sucks, i still think it's purrr-fect!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and the most perfect thing of all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/?action=view&amp;current=carissa.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/carissa.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;sigh. so pretty kannnn? &lt;br /&gt;oh! and and i read somewhere that the fahri guy and maria are actually dating in reaaaal life! hah! lucky ass.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;QueenB: hahh my work sucks? how dare you criticise my job, you bacen. oh well, maybe next entry i will share about my job and what i do on a daily basis. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dianah: eh better dari saye x jempot! hahah lagipon, weekend saye punye holiday! wooohooo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-1200124399324159323?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/1200124399324159323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=1200124399324159323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/1200124399324159323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/1200124399324159323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2008/10/omigod-this-is-so0o-long-overdue-seh.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-4307692847365242065</id><published>2008-10-09T21:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T21:52:42.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is gonna be a l0o0ng &lt;i&gt;pointless&lt;/i&gt; entry. so bye bye semua =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And bye bye to you too &lt;b&gt;Kak Nazirah&lt;/b&gt;. How dare you say I'm whiny! Gah....... Okay yes, this entry is all about whining. gah bye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Recently, I came across this one quote from some famous guy / philosopher (not that i care which).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"For those who fight for it, life has a flavor that the sheltered will never taste."&lt;/i&gt; ....... Well, along that line lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I couldn't help but keep pondering over it.&lt;br /&gt;In the long bus ride to work.&lt;br /&gt;At the desk, while staring blankly at the computer screen.&lt;br /&gt;In the short 5 min MRT ride back home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And all that just because I wanted to know what is that flavor the person is talking about. Do you need to reach a certain age to finally feel it? Or at this age of 19, it's already time for me to get a taste of the forbidden fruit, yet I just happen to be under the category of 'sheltered'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then again, how am I in any way 'sheltered'? I worked my ass off for everything that I have. Even back in primary/secondary school, I was never able to get anything easily. Either I proved myself to the mom academically, or did something nice for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can remember that one time in primary 6, I threw a tantrum for something that I cannot even remember now, and gosh, I swear I'm not lying when I tell you that I was lucky to still be alive now, ... and of course not having to deal with any scars on this already imperfect body of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, wipe off those impressions you guys are having of the mum. She wasn't mean or abusive or whatever sort. I guess, at that point of time, she was under a lot of pressure to prove to everyone that even without the dad, she could still raise me and mould me to become like the rest of the already-adult siblings. I just wished that I could have realized this sooner and make things easier for her then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to be able to taste the real flavor of life, because all i'm tasting now is blandness.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what's &lt;b&gt;my purpose&lt;/b&gt; in life.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the youngest kid in the family, so nobody is really depending on me financially or emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;And I won't call my group of friends, however tight we may be, interdependent of each other. We sometimes go days without saying 'Hi', so again nobody really needs me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it would be foolish of me to say that people don't &lt;i&gt;need&lt;/i&gt; me. I guess you can say that, I'm like a year-end bonus. I'm wanted, and dreamed of (hee hee.) and people will get distraught when they don't get their year-end bonus, but then they get over it. The bonus will be mentioned now and then to express their regrets and what-ifs, but life goes on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not making any sense, am I? Let's just leave it here for now. I still haven't talk about the effing scholarship... and I don't even know why I want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;br /&gt;i say fuck a lot these days.&lt;br /&gt;Rodi's bad influence is getting to me. Gah that dethroned Queen B.&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh and hello to the nice people who tag at my board. you all are nice people. happy hari raya to you too. come down to my house to visit any day, preferably weekdays cause i won't be at home then. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-4307692847365242065?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/4307692847365242065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=4307692847365242065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/4307692847365242065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/4307692847365242065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-gonna-be-l0o0ng-pointless-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-5083563746996975566</id><published>2008-09-30T20:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T20:43:32.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;hari rayer song on hari rayer is a bit cliche, no?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, happy hari rayer everyone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i promise lotsa and lotsa hannan-tembam-yet-still-so-adorable-in-his-tiny-miny-baju-kurung pictures. hee hee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-5083563746996975566?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/5083563746996975566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=5083563746996975566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/5083563746996975566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/5083563746996975566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2008/09/hari-rayer-song-on-hari-rayer-is-bit.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-8041634784746020020</id><published>2008-09-15T06:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T06:14:28.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;my result last semester may have been the worst... ever? i dont know. gah. now my cumulative GPA for all five semester's only 3.86. i can feel my dear GOLD award slipping awayyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also how to get scholarship like this ehk??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;... and oh, how come i'm seeing lesser and lesser distinction?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm panicking alreadyyy. not a good start for a Monday morning kannn?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-8041634784746020020?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/8041634784746020020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=8041634784746020020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/8041634784746020020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/8041634784746020020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-result-last-semester-may-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-4980740479553879204</id><published>2008-09-12T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T22:39:45.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;hee hee. hee hee. kay i feel like blogging. what YOU care? =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;raina: hahah saye bacer first ingatkan awak cakap awak baru suke mengumpat girl... which is weird cause when was it ever not kan? XD&lt;br /&gt;thennnn baru sayer paham kau stepping nk melayukan gossip girl. gah. tu ah saye nan alfred rekemen, awak cakap malas nak tengok dari start. tu pasal belom rase keawesome-an dier kannn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"raa: noisy, irritating poly mates includes me? MUAHAHA"&lt;br /&gt;and yes, glad kau sedar. hee. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;zack: eh wait!!! final, seriously??!! then yang si nurid cakap nak same2 turon mesia nak sambot kau end of the year tu bwat per, kalau kau da balek singapore pon??? hahah merapek ah dektu. kay aku speaking nan dier lagi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, i love britney spears. bye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-4980740479553879204?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/4980740479553879204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=4980740479553879204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/4980740479553879204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/4980740479553879204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2008/09/hee-hee.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-2400625690737271649</id><published>2008-09-09T22:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T22:57:30.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Welcome home, Upper east siders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee hee. Blair was awesome lah seh tonight. Felt a little bit pity for Chuck, but oh well, the British Lord's accent is h-o-t!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;aniway aniwayy, fizaRoslee: wahhh terharu jap kao jaoh2 pon still nak bacer blog aku. hee hee. takper, masok blog saye tutop telinger jer kay? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syasyams: Eh eh!! awak da balek singapore ker? ker kau nak suro aku turon mesia? heh. tu ah. saye sebelom attachment pon da bleh predict how boring and tiring the attachment is gonna be ehk. sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;yesterday, after a whole week of reading a bunch of codes - and nodding off to sleep every now and then - i was given THE project already.... ok ah, its not THE project, but somewhat a project. a biiiiig complex software to design, at least for someone like me who isn't used to the programming language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually took two whole days to do a portion of the project that i could have easily done in like less than 5 hours in C#. Even though i was fasting, i cant help but keep on cursing every time i get an 'error' return, and wondering what the hell am i doing, learning a whole new language all over again padahal from first year of Poly until now, i have never touched it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the worst worst thing is, one of the colleagues told me that the last interns they had were NUS students... and it's a THEY! as in they have TWO students who came there, work on a project TOGETHER, and voila, produced something awesome that up until now, the company is still using. &lt;br /&gt;and what am i, a mere, not to mention, selenger Poly student, doing there alone sehhh struggling to write a few lines of even-i-cannot-understand-codes. sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i miss the noisy, irritating poly mates.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;mentor: so how's the progress?&lt;br /&gt;mul: i actually just started on the average calculations......&lt;br /&gt;mentor: *pity smile*&lt;br /&gt;mul: *forehead blinking l-o-s-e-r sign*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-2400625690737271649?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/2400625690737271649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=2400625690737271649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/2400625690737271649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/2400625690737271649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2008/09/welcome-home-upper-east-siders.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-3782853557234254811</id><published>2008-09-07T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T22:41:15.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;hi everyone, why i cant wait for rayer, you asked?&lt;br /&gt;well, simple. on that day, i can lock myself in the room, and refuse to go out jalan raya-ing with the family, so i can sleep all day on the bed. AWESOME!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, the thought may not be that awesome for you lucky biatch kan? sigh.&lt;br /&gt;only one week in, and i'm already that tired. you think i can make it meh for another 5 months??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i miss miss my house. i miss having the time to play with hannan. i miss lying on this awesome sofa and watching awesome movies/dramas on the laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can i not kan? i'm out of the house by 6.45 am, and later reach home at 7pm every weekdays. then my weekends are for my dear dear tutee kids, who if they get below 50 for their psle next month (nauzubillah 1000000x) , i will (in)sincerely thank them for wasting my time teaching them yet thet dont want to learn smangatly from me like how i did with my hot tutor mr M......&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should be hot, then only will i inspire them to learn smangatly? god knows.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;sigh i'm tired lah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and hi you bacen &lt;b&gt;raaaaaaa&lt;/b&gt;: aku pon raser aku miss kau cket. ckeeet jer. hahah. smp leh tengiang2 dgr suarer kau nyanyi in the midst of the very silent office. upset ehk? hee. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-3782853557234254811?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/3782853557234254811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=3782853557234254811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/3782853557234254811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/3782853557234254811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2008/09/hi-everyone-why-i-cant-wait-for-rayer.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-2690803491952804005</id><published>2008-08-24T17:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T18:28:52.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG1879.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/CIMG1879.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 23rd Aug 2008, the three of us did something that we had never done in our whole entire lifetime. pretty sad, actually, since we are already 19 but had never gotten the chance to do it. but we did it yesterday, and the most awesome thing is that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;we did it together.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG1873.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/CIMG1873.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we watched the fireworks! hee hee. and damn close, we were seh to the fireworks that i actually thought that, erm, it might.. er.. 'rain' down on us? heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we reached there before 9 and squeezed through the crowd to get ourselves a good view of the fireworks, and while waiting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG1866.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/CIMG1866.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then when they suddenly turned off the lights, everyone was so eager already that the camera/camera phones immediately went all up, and the umbrellas all down (but it was still raining okay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG1868.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/CIMG1868.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But actually it took them some time to fire the fireworks, and we all stood there, looking a bit dumb with the camera, like hoping to catch the first picture, yet what we all were doing was making our arms tired from holding them up for too long. then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pYkjhEhDFl0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pYkjhEhDFl0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;hee hee awesome awesome night. would have taken a longer video if i hadnt find it difficult to video-tape &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; scream excitedly all at the same time. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG1881.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/CIMG1881.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG1886.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/CIMG1886.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG1883.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/CIMG1883.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; who took the nicest pictures of us all ehk, including the background and all? .... was one of the things we fought about that night. you decide. =] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG1897.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/CIMG1897.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fireworks fitted the occasion perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;syams went back to malaysia the very next morning, and fas going off in a few days time. i guess you two can say, by dragging you two bacens down to fullerton to watch the fireworks was kinda my farewell present to you two. =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-2690803491952804005?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/2690803491952804005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=2690803491952804005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/2690803491952804005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/2690803491952804005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2008/08/on-23rd-aug-2008-three-of-us-did.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-9151684414395126038</id><published>2008-08-17T21:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T17:32:11.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://fangirlcloset.wordpress.com/2008/02/09/yamapi-in-anan/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;i&gt;ａｎ·ａｎ Magazine&lt;/i&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit] Photo removed as requested (or should i say, &lt;i&gt;forced&lt;/i&gt;?) by Siti Faseha. +_+ but rest assured. the link is still there. muahahaha. [/edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can say is... wow &lt;b&gt;yamapi&lt;/b&gt;. wow.&lt;br /&gt;you just freaking lost a bunch of shrieking young girls fans there. hahah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;click on the picture to see more. *winks winks*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-9151684414395126038?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/9151684414395126038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=9151684414395126038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/9151684414395126038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/9151684414395126038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2008/08/magazine-all-i-can-say-is.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-4227721621319247392</id><published>2008-08-11T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:21:16.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ever wondered how Hannan and Pooh Bear first became friends?&lt;br /&gt;Well, the story goes a bit like this...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/?action=view&amp;current=c00ce440.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/c00ce440.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Hannan finally got tired of playing by himself and decided to just doze off when...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/?action=view&amp;current=Picture6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/Picture6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh! Who's this?"&lt;br /&gt;Pooh Bear appeared out of nowhere and got Hannan suspicious and very the curious of his mysterious aura.&lt;br /&gt;But Hannan being Hannan, he just decided to 'tembak' and said,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/?action=view&amp;current=Picture5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/Picture5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hee hee. Wanna be friends, you stranger?"&lt;br /&gt;Of course to us adults, it is pretty much known that Pooh Bear is unable to speak because of his sewed on lips, but Hannan is still an innocent, yet very the irritating, little boy who needs to be entertained, and seeing that Pooh Bear was ignoring him,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/?action=view&amp;current=Picture4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/Picture4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHY?? You dont want to be friends ker???..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah well, to summarise the story, everything ended well after that thanks to a certain dear aunt of his who became the 'voice' of Pooh Bear and forged the beginning of a beautiful friendship between them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway anyway, to end this post, the very cute, and also the very '&lt;i&gt;burok&lt;/i&gt;' moments of Hannan Dzaki:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/?action=view&amp;current=Picture1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/Picture1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/?action=view&amp;current=Picture2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/Picture2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You decide lah ehk which is which. hee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s.: my very the yummy durian cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/?action=view&amp;current=Picture3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/Picture3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-4227721621319247392?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/4227721621319247392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=4227721621319247392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/4227721621319247392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/4227721621319247392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2008/08/ever-wondered-how-hannan-and-pooh-bear.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-7865176181048640635</id><published>2008-07-30T22:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T23:09:43.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;a few days ago, the mum told me that while i was asleep, i called out hannan's name and 'talked' to him, asking him to go out with me somewhere and stuffs... and i cannot even recall what i was dreaming about then sehh.&lt;br /&gt;i do, however, remember dreaming of the buntak gang and me having a fight about some ridiculous stuffs, but really really no hannan. what the hell sia..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;talking about dreams, there was this one time, a few months ago, when i got locked out of the house because i, ahem, came back home late. almost midnight, i think. but i &lt;b&gt;did&lt;/b&gt; call her to say that i'm gonna be late seh. i guess the fact that i was out on a malam jumaat, coincidentally also my first day of period, and somemore alone with a chinese guy,  kinda freaked her out. but nevermind, point of the story, the next morning, like subuh2, the nenek called and suddenly asked about me. of course the mom was curious right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she asked her lah why the sudden interest, so early in the morning somemore. then the nenek said that she dreamt about me yesterday, and she heard my voice like frantically calling out to the mum and all. thats why she woke up feeling all worried for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it's not like me and the nenek has some special bond or something. i dont even think i'm her favourite grandchild (wooo pilu. hahah kay my fault lah, i rarely have time to go visit her.). but a bit touched also seh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;dreams....&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you wonder if they ever mean anything.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you wish it would come true.&lt;br /&gt;but most of the times, you tell yourself to just forget about it cause it's sleep's play (mainan tidur. hahah why translate into english like weird.)&lt;br /&gt;yet you find yourself still holding on to it, hoping that someday, it will make sense, and answer all your overdued questions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-7865176181048640635?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/7865176181048640635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=7865176181048640635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/7865176181048640635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/7865176181048640635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2008/07/few-days-ago-mum-told-me-that-while-i.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-261989107966536651</id><published>2008-07-27T20:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T21:24:02.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;sometimes, i cant help but wonder if a person who's dressed religiously, talk like some preacher, is really like that 24/7. who knows whatthehell they doing behind our back kan. not trying to offend anyone larh, but i had seen people who contradict themselves like that. like stop it seh, if you cannot be perfect yourselves, dont go sticking your nose into other people's business and try to tell them what is right or wrong. these people bug me... gah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, the nenek called and ask if we wanna come along with her and the uncle to KL, and gosh do i so need a break. but guess when is it though?? .... tomorrow at 6AM! gah i dont mind not going to school but damn i have a project to submit tomorrow. and i need to use this board in school to ensure my project is working correctly or not. (stingy school dont want to let us bring it back home cause according to them, the thing is damn ex. =P ) so in short, going to school tomorrow is bloody important.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh oh! have i told you guys that &lt;b&gt;the ting tings&lt;/b&gt; is awesome?? hee. i love their whole album, except for this one song 'Impacilla carpisung', like whatthehell seh they're singing about. -_-"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and rodi rodi!! are you back my dear?? i miss you alreadyyyy. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;kpader bacen and fas: oi aku kompius lah. satu kate boleh balek, pastu kate tak bleh. korang mempermaenkan perasaan aku ehk?? but wth, saye free the whole of august. so sile sile antar kad jemputan bile bile korang nak. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dianah: hohoh aku too attached to hannan already that i cannot even look at other babies. omigod hannan dearest, please please dont grow up so fast into an irritating teenager, be my baby forever! weeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/?action=view&amp;current=b7961d77.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/b7961d77.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zack: eh tapi tak penah bilang aku pon! wooo saye anta sweet bdae msg to some unknown orang yg da takeover nombor ko. =((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nazi: hahah your maths sucks. 8235498712579236 days are like eons ago....... that's like never! wuish!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, appearing offline these days is pretty useless. everyone had seen through my trick already, and pm-ing me regardless of my status. bacen you people. =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-261989107966536651?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/261989107966536651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=261989107966536651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/261989107966536651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/261989107966536651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2008/07/sometimes-i-cant-help-but-wonder-if.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-1319010572754227561</id><published>2008-07-20T15:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T16:08:17.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;it's hannan's 3rd month today. and since i'm kinda missing him cause he's over at his nenek's house, let's flood this post with his pictures larh ehk XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG1755-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/CIMG1755-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hannan watching &lt;b&gt;alvin and the chipmunks&lt;/b&gt;. concentrate abez sehhh..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG1757-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/CIMG1757-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ape ni bising2 panggil name saye?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG1760-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/CIMG1760-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh nak amek gambar eh? hee hee kay shy jap."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG1769-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/CIMG1769-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so how this? okay tak? cepat amek lah."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG1764-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/CIMG1764-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"okay dah. go away saye nak tengok tv nik."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, i kinda cant wait for &lt;i&gt;hari raya&lt;/i&gt;.. why, you ask? welll.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG1714-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/CIMG1714-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ini songkok ke wawa punye tudung dalam?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG1716-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/CIMG1716-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"muke saye tadi macam girl seh... no more pictures please."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG1724-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/CIMG1724-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"okay da tuka songkok, maseh macam girl tak muke?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG1726-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/CIMG1726-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hee hee. hensem ker? timer kasehhh.."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG1727-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/CIMG1727-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wei. maner ade saye ketawe fake."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG1728-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/CIMG1728-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"okay. kite senyum betul2."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG1729-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/CIMG1729-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"asek amek gamba aje. saye pun lapar. upah susu ahhh.."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-1319010572754227561?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/1319010572754227561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=1319010572754227561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/1319010572754227561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/1319010572754227561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-hannans-3rd-month-today.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-7085890273117980619</id><published>2008-07-15T10:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T10:35:17.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i know this is so0o overdue and prolly even &lt;b&gt;sharifah zakiah&lt;/b&gt; could have landed in singapore to strangle and kill me waaaay earlier, but well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy belated birthday&lt;/b&gt; to my dear dear one of my oldest friend and, once upon a time in my lame days, a fellow musketeer. (yes yes i still remember.) hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, to be fair, i did sms you on your malaysian number on your birthday, but i think you changed it.. eh? =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;aniway, &lt;u&gt;head count&lt;/u&gt;, so far as i remember, already 3 strangers had seen me almost naked... well, not so lah, maybe they've seen my breast? but none had been more awkward than yesterday's seh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self and everybody else reading: when you wanna go for a full body massage, go to a place you &lt;b&gt;know&lt;/b&gt; the workers are not malays. better, find a place with chinese (as in china people) workers. hahhhh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, to fas, bacen, and zack, dont delude yourselves kay by saying aku &lt;u&gt;merelakan&lt;/u&gt; korang diskusi pat tagboard aku. you three came to my territory, invade, and conquer it w/o me even realizing it. hah! =P&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i can always be repaid by a nice nice meal at maybe.. erm.. swensens? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dj: and yes atok???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-7085890273117980619?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/7085890273117980619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=7085890273117980619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/7085890273117980619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/7085890273117980619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-know-this-is-so0o-overdue-and-prolly.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-3090170318075430925</id><published>2008-07-07T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T20:49:51.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;hahah so long havent updated kan? sori lah ehk pat manusier2 yang bertenggek pat tagboard aku tu =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, feel like blogging basically cause i want to sayyy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i dreamt of ANGELINA JOLIE lah seh yesterday!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;omigod felt so real sehhh. i think i can still like remember how her awesome lips feel like (yar i go and touch it... creepy right me? hee.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To summarise the story, in my dream, i was a vampire slayer (i just finished watching buffy all season 1 -7, so must understand the quirkiness of the plot lah kay). Then i was fighting some vampire and i tried using a pencil to stab his heart, but dont know why, i didnt have enough strength to penetrate his flesh. so i kept on stabbing and stabbing. The next thing i knew, angelina jolie came from his back and boom! shot him with her gun. (and yap, i just watched 'wanted' a few days ago..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/?action=view&amp;current=angie1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c41/mumul_in_denial/angie1.jpg" border="0" alt="angie"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the awesomeness of Angie. sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;psst, i think kak nazi is jealous cause i havent dreamt about her for 8235498712579236 days. muahahahah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-3090170318075430925?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/3090170318075430925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=3090170318075430925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/3090170318075430925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/3090170318075430925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2008/07/hahah-so-long-havent-updated-kan-sori.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-2444636936496854142</id><published>2008-06-11T11:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T12:01:09.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;the little boy came home from his &lt;i&gt;other&lt;/i&gt; nenek's house quite sick yesterday. he was coughing like an old man, his body was all hot, and his eyes, omigod you should see his eyes, so kesian sehh..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-9/1213148/SP_A0388.jpg' width=480 height=360  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so he finally settled down so early at 9pm. gah and i was so looking forward to playing with him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;then this morning i heard the mum's voice, playing with someone so i looked at the handphone and it was before 6 kay. all ready to get back to sleep again, suddenly a question popped in this awesome brain of mine,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;eh mak maen dengan saper sehhh&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;omigod hannan da bangon!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes yes! there he was all almost-smiling (this kid never realllyyy smile kay. he's always brooding bak2 &lt;b&gt;benjamin mckenzie&lt;/b&gt; dalam the oc. hee hee), and he's all ready to play! hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though when the non-awesome sister saw me brightly awake at 6 in the morning, she commented,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;eh da bangun? ni mesti giler hannan nik&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;hee hee. so the point of the story above issss... hannan was sick because he miss his 'bibik' and his 'wawa'. grinz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;the bacen: hahah sedar tak per. kay awak da balek, msg sayer jer kay. or better, msg sayer earlier biler nak ajak kuar. coz you nvr know when the mumul might be busy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nazi: halo halo. that is worse. and isnt even near to the border of "creativeness". ah well, at least you never mentioned "kadek". that is worsT, with a capital T. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dianah: hahah dee creepy lah stepping baby talk. =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-2444636936496854142?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/2444636936496854142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=2444636936496854142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/2444636936496854142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/2444636936496854142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-boy-came-home-from-his-other.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-7217859575812370604</id><published>2008-06-06T22:10:00.026+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T23:16:02.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;halo halo everyone. this is so0o overdue kan? almost a month since i last updated or even visited this blog. heeez.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;first of all, i'd like to say &lt;b&gt;happy 19th&lt;/b&gt; to my dear dear '&lt;i&gt;buntak&lt;/i&gt;' friend, [[&lt;b&gt;rodi d bodi&lt;/b&gt;]].&lt;br /&gt;you and [[&lt;b&gt;zapi d yapi&lt;/b&gt;]] will always and forever be my '&lt;i&gt;buntak&lt;/i&gt;' friends, kay? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-9/1213148/SP_A0218.jpg' width=450 height=600  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-9/1213148/SP_A0217.jpg' width=450 height=600  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-9/1213148/SP_A0216.jpg' width=450 height=600  &gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and and &lt;b&gt;happy national day&lt;/b&gt; to my dear dear younger kakak, [[&lt;b&gt;nazi d tootsy&lt;/b&gt;]] [gosh that so0o didnt rhyme right? gah am getting rusty] one more week and you shall get back to work. hee hee. good luck lar ehk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-9/1213148/908640598l.jpg' width=500 height=400  &gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, i went out shopping with the two buntak friends today, but i'm still missing some pants, thus y me and buntak rodi are going down again to bugis tmrw. hee hee. buntak zapi is so0o gonna complain about the crowd if she's coming too, but she has some weddings to attend. gah. -P go and enjoy wearing your 100+ dress lar ehk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;something to share&lt;/u&gt;, we were from city hall on d way to orchard when we boarded the mrt and boom this one swedish guy was standing nearby and i saw him first so i started exclaiming to the two buntak friends,&lt;br /&gt;mul: panas sia! omigod sooo panas!&lt;br /&gt;zapi d blur: musti ah panas. kan mrt banyak orang so cam bahang lar.&lt;br /&gt;mul: no0o panas lain!!&lt;br /&gt;zapi d blur: der tak on aircon kot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;resisting the urge to slap her, i nodded off in the direction of the swedish guy, so she finally turned and noticed the 'panas' guy. hahah so buntak of her kan?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;but poor poor rodi, she was standing right infront of the guy but facing us instead so she kept on saying, "i want to see him also!" but of course that'd be too obvious so i just told her to stand still and let &lt;b&gt;us&lt;/b&gt; enjoy the scenery. hee hee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;but i think the guy was staring at her butt for a moment there. well, i &lt;b&gt;thought&lt;/b&gt; so, but zapi said he was looking at the newspaper the guy sitting down was holding which was kinda just right next to rodi's butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well, halo swedish guy, next time check out my butt also kay? i'm sure i wont mind. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh! my boy said hi. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-9/1213148/Picture11.jpg' width=490 height=609  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;what you buntaks want ahhh???&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;", so he said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-7217859575812370604?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/7217859575812370604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=7217859575812370604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/7217859575812370604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/7217859575812370604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2008/06/halo-halo-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-1039638995637096701</id><published>2008-05-09T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T23:09:30.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;hahah you thought you've seen &lt;b&gt;survivor&lt;/b&gt;, and yet every new episode turns out to be better and better!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ozzy voted out because parvati betrayed him&lt;br /&gt;jason voted out because he got tricked by the girls&lt;br /&gt;alexis voted out because amanda played the idol....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and yet the best one woould always be.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2007-9/1276750/01.jpg' width=468 height=322  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erik won the freaking necklace! he should have kept quiet, gone on to final four, kick ass in the next challenge, and gone on to final three. it's practically a given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT HE FREAKING GIVE HIS NECKLACE TO NAT!! hahahaha i was laughing my ass off in class when i saw the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people were actually arguing that any other person would have also fallen into the girls' bait because they have been working him all day. they even orchestrated that drama in tribal council all for the sake of pressuring him.&lt;br /&gt;but come on, giving up your necklace when you &lt;u&gt;know&lt;/u&gt; you're in the chopping block??? that's just plain stupid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2007-9/1276750/02.jpg' width=468 height=322  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the words of James:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;i've lost my reign as the dumbest survivor ever!&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2007-9/1276750/03.jpg' width=469 height=332  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee these cunning bitches, which of course i mean it in a good way, they are awesome! they played the game like how it &lt;b&gt;should&lt;/b&gt; have been played. i dont know how they are going to have to vote one of them out next week w/o any hard feelings. but as long as it's parvati and amanda, i dont care about anybody else.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;a happy and satisfied survivor-fan,&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-1039638995637096701?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/1039638995637096701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=1039638995637096701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/1039638995637096701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/1039638995637096701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2008/05/hahah-you-thought-youve-seen-survivor.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-615436419427771468</id><published>2008-04-30T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T21:22:39.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;zaf: hahah if u see his cheeks in d pic, awak da geram, wait till you see him now! he's so0o tembam lah sehh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fas: eee baydek 5 tahun! by the time awak balek, sayer da kawen, beranak pinak pon tau!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dee: gah dee is mean.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;had my &lt;b&gt;world issues&lt;/b&gt; class today and we talked about genocides, especially about the &lt;u&gt;nazi&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;rwanda&lt;/u&gt;. and i'm going to be frank,&lt;br /&gt;i have heard about the nazi before, but i never go and actually read some books to know more about it. so it was real.. gruesome. all those pictures. the details. the history.&lt;br /&gt;and i tell you, i've never paid this much attention in class in my whole freaking life. as mean and cruel as &lt;b&gt;hitler&lt;/b&gt; is, you must give him credits for his smartness in influencing the whole country to adopt the same mindset as his.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;gosh i'm so0o going to find a documentary about it. i heard it was by &lt;b&gt;steven spielberg&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;u&gt;the last days&lt;/u&gt;. anyone have it, or know where i can find it??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-615436419427771468?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/615436419427771468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=615436419427771468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/615436419427771468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/615436419427771468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2008/04/zaf-hahah-if-u-see-his-cheeks-in-d-pic.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-6467828232551861662</id><published>2008-04-22T17:41:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T18:38:39.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;okay before i reply to the numbers of tags which suddenly bombard my tagboard, i have to introduce you guys to someone first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2007-9/1276750/SP_A0222.jpg' width=530 height=400  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;20/04/2008 12.32pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2007-9/1276750/SP_A0225.jpg' width=530 height=400  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;say hello to everyone, &lt;b&gt;hannan zaki&lt;/b&gt;. =)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i miss this little boy. i skipped a class yesterday to go visit him, but today i dont have any dispensable class to let go. gah! +_+&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;on the sunday, the makciks and the kak sedarers came by the hospital and while we were all coo-ing at him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=black&gt;makcik&lt;/font&gt;: aper name dier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=black&gt;mul&lt;/font&gt;:  hannan. hannan zaki.................. nantik yang lagi satu tu mannan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=black&gt;kak sedare&lt;/font&gt;:  mannan siaper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=black&gt;mul&lt;/font&gt;:  dalam tuuu! *point at the sis-in-law's stomach*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly everyone's attention turned towards the sis-in-law and they all started bombarding her with questions of whens and whats. and all the while the sis-in-law was glaring at me with her annoyed face. hahah the sis-in-law is bacen. she wanted to stop at two actually, but kalau da rezki, nak buat macam maner kan. hee hee. funny. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;another baby in 8 months! weee.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;fiza: hahah tu ah. macam surreal seh how fast time pass that sekarang kakak aku da ade anak sendiri. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dianah: eh cik cik aku pun, still tak leh beat record kau kay dee =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nazi: wei aper maksud stupid thriller movie......... &lt;b&gt;prom night&lt;/b&gt; amacam?? hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND B! it's not that hard kay to get a date with aku..... well maybe a little bit, gah with school! +_+ but i still want that ikan pari you were bragging about before. i want pariiiii.&lt;br /&gt;there! i'm giving you a &lt;i&gt;lobang&lt;/i&gt; to fish me out! kak nazi pon boleh amik that lobang. hee hee. i just want my pari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: and of course hannan is going to be a hot boy. he got my nose! omigod! XD *cepat scroll back up to confirm previous statement!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fas: tau pun sedih. itu pun masih nak tinggalkan aku pat singapore lagi =( 4 tahun some more!!! gah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-6467828232551861662?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/6467828232551861662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=6467828232551861662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/6467828232551861662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/6467828232551861662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2008/04/okay-before-i-reply-to-numbers-of-tags.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-1476990650183679720</id><published>2008-04-18T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T22:45:57.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;apparently, the sis is gonna &lt;i&gt;burst&lt;/i&gt; any minute now, which is pretty scary if you think about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mum: mak raser hari senin atau hari selaser jer nik. ko siap2 jer tau, fadly (the bro-in-law).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee hee. the mum is real.... 'contributive'. apparently, she doesnt realize that my sis freaks out everytime she does that. =) sweet mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;when i got pregnant, i'm going out of d country for the whole of 9 months, can?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;just now, i managed to sneak out of school for a few hours to have lunch with nurid, fas and syasyams at orchard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;--&gt; gah ko x leh complain aku busy lagi kay fas =P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda upsetting though. they are my oldest friends, and i've not known anyone else longer than i have known them, but we all keep drifting apart seh. each and everyone of us have our own different lives to lead and it's not even anywhere near the same path. we see each other like, 3-4 times a year? hahah.&lt;br /&gt;if i tell the primary 2 me this, i swear she wont even want to believe me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;moving on, my elective teacher has been calling me '&lt;i&gt;sexy&lt;/i&gt;'. hahah i know, weird and funny all at once.&lt;br /&gt;and all that cause she find the name 'mul' a bit unattractive. so i offered to let her call me 'sexy', for the fun of it.. aaaand i guess she's gonna be sticking with it from now on.&lt;br /&gt;hahah teacher like this also got ah? ah well, at least she's pretty. ^_^ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-1476990650183679720?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/1476990650183679720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=1476990650183679720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/1476990650183679720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/1476990650183679720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2008/04/apparently-sis-is-gonna-burst-any.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-2043984141219849909</id><published>2008-04-06T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T22:11:40.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;pizza and milk is all i need, babay. &lt;i&gt;pizza and milk!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;B: gah you should really stop the 'gelap eh ko mul?' rhetorical question. else, aku tarik balek your swensens treat!!&lt;br /&gt;gah i cant believe sarah tancredy is still alive. rubbish. crap. i was rooting for a gretchen-michael love next season. anything is possible kan... &lt;b&gt;anything but sarah alive!&lt;/b&gt; -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syasyams: eeee da lamer seh since aku refer ko tu this page! =P hah kan senang dari aku citer pat smer orang satu2. hee XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dianah: hee sejok! but that picture was taken on the last weekend at china. by the time, my feet are all blistered that it's horrible looking and oh-so-the-painful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh yar! have i mentioned that the china trip people, the very same group mates, are organising another trip to the very same place &lt;b&gt;this september&lt;/b&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;horribly wrong timing kan???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;.... knock knock. you do realise what's september right?&lt;br /&gt;fasting month.&lt;br /&gt;damn hot summer at china.&lt;br /&gt;a lot of insects which were non-existent during our last visit is gonna be there.&lt;br /&gt;and gah! i have no more free, all-expenses-paid ticket to flash!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i wanna enjoy 2 more weeks with the team... in a damn cold weather, not the freaking hot summer. if i want summer, i'd stay back in singapore kay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;which makes me come to the point that the weather in singapore nowadays sucks.&lt;br /&gt;i want that nice nice weather in decembers and januarys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;even when zapi asked me out, i got a teeny weeeny bit scared. i wanna stay home all day, infront of the fan&lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ah well, tomorrow's the last day alright. then i'm gonna conserve all my energy to school next monday! weeehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4 hours break&lt;/b&gt; in between! even raina and wan got class. hmm, i should have chosen that elective they took, shouldnt i? waste of time. yawn. and i'm rambling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-2043984141219849909?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/2043984141219849909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=2043984141219849909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/2043984141219849909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/2043984141219849909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2008/04/pizza-and-milk-is-all-i-need-babay.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-4803135507423100431</id><published>2008-03-25T22:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T23:18:46.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i'm really asking to be &lt;i&gt;sepak&lt;/i&gt;-ed right now, but i cant help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......i reallly, realllly realllllly miss china. +_+&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;was in the toilet just now when i got a quick flashback of the toilet there, and what i could see everytime i walk back into the room. it was so vivid seh that i swear, i feel that i'm reliving it all over again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;even last week was not this bad. just the weird2 feeling i get every morning when i wake up and see a different place.. and oh! a bit &lt;b&gt;hot&lt;/b&gt; also larh kann..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;hah i'm &lt;b&gt;adjusting&lt;/b&gt; to singapore. how weird is that =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2007-9/1276750/Picture12.jpg' width=400 height=550  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah i miss every bits and pieces..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;tomorrow's movie with zapi.&lt;br /&gt;and the day after's hanging out at the airport with the rest.&lt;br /&gt;maybe that can help me realize i need to get back to singapore and stop mentally flying off to china every 5 min or so... wish me luck? :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-4803135507423100431?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/4803135507423100431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=4803135507423100431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/4803135507423100431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/4803135507423100431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-really-asking-to-be-sepak-ed-right.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-6276904217172145489</id><published>2008-03-23T00:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T08:36:40.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;some impatient people have been asking for pictures. and since it's already 12 am and the mum's sleeping over at the cousin's house, the sis and bro-in-law are already asleep, and yet i'm still wide awake, bored to death, i'll slowly fill you guys in alright. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2007-9/1276750/1.jpg' width=452 height=302  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically, we lived in the same dorm as the local students. you see the spot behind the tree with the kids outside, hanging out?&lt;br /&gt;that's the &lt;b&gt;boys' room&lt;/b&gt;. all 10 of them. sharing one &lt;i&gt;small&lt;/i&gt; toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next to it are the stairs. climb &lt;b&gt;four stories&lt;/b&gt; and you'll reach the &lt;b&gt;girls' room&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;'when things like this happens, you cant help but appreciate the wonderful invention of the elevator kan?'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2007-9/1276750/2.jpg' width=452 height=302  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that bench is for you to rest for a while after you actually painstakingly achieve to reach the room. but normally we girls just hang out in the boys' room and only came here at night to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;so when you leave the room in the morning, please be careful not to forget anything behind. it's not fun going up and doing the stairs unnecessarily.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2007-9/1276750/3.jpg' width=452 height=302  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh have i mentioned that we dont have any mirrors in the room, washing area, or even the toilet? i look like crap everyday, and the weird thing is that, i dont even care. it's actually refreshing. XD&lt;br /&gt;and the lights in the building are all centralised, meaning that the only time at night we can get light is 9.15-9.45. the rest of the time, we depended on a small, yellow bulb light at the back of the room.&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;i&gt;tu ah stepping terer cakap no need to bring torchlight +_+&lt;/i&gt;'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2007-9/1276750/4.jpg' width=452 height=302  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 bunks beds. 10 girls. 0 wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;result: 4 beds occupied by 2 girls each. top bed - 'wardrobe'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2007-9/1276750/5.jpg' width=452 height=302  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you actually managed to wash your clothes in the freezing &lt;b&gt;refrigerated-like&lt;/b&gt; water, hang it out to dry here and hope that someday, the cold wind will eventually blow away all the water vapours off the clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually this picture still not bad ah. you should see the mess when all of us go and wash our clothes at the same day. +_+&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2007-9/1276750/6.jpg' width=378 height=500  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turn left, and it's the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;don't be fooled by the oh-so-nice-maybe-there's-gonna-be-hot-water-today shower. in some days, it was pretty useless.&lt;br /&gt;and the tap water? that's &lt;b&gt;ice water&lt;/b&gt; kay! =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2007-9/1276750/7.jpg' width=452 height=302  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee hee no that's not shit. the toilet is just rotting away =D&lt;br /&gt;i kinda forgot how tiring it was to shit on a toilet with no bowls one. *grins*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;so0o.. what were you saying again, &lt;b&gt;deeee&lt;/b&gt; - who actually get to stay in a hotel at china?? XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;heh okay lar, their living condition is definitely not as good as ours. but after living there for 2 weeks, you kinda get used to it, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the freezing, single-digit-temperature weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the too-much-chinese-i-cannot-understand-a-thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kayu bed we lie on everyday. [it is kayu okay! covered by a thin layer of supposedly-selimut.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the blister-ful feet because everyday i have to wear shoes, unless you want cold feet.... 'cold feet'? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh how can i forget! every time you walk you must look down and watch out for..&lt;br /&gt;dog shit&lt;br /&gt;chicken shit&lt;br /&gt;duck shit&lt;br /&gt;BUFFALO shit! which is huuuuge that if you actually step on it, you really must get your eyes fixed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;but it's an experience, see.&lt;br /&gt;and despite my last post, i actually had fun.&lt;br /&gt;my team mates were awesome. &lt;i&gt;crazy&lt;/i&gt; awesome.&lt;br /&gt;and i even told zapi i got &lt;b&gt;china-sick&lt;/b&gt;. hee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;given a chance to, i would definitely go there again. and i'll make sure i have close friends with me because it's more fun that way.&lt;br /&gt;i see the other team mates with their group having a blast, i cant help but envy them. i was kinda late in joining in the fun too, but nevertheless, i still had some. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... maybe again during my university years? hee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-6276904217172145489?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/6276904217172145489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=6276904217172145489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/6276904217172145489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/6276904217172145489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2008/03/some-impatient-people-have-been-asking.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-9156111727448980551</id><published>2008-03-02T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T23:18:38.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;even when i'm at school, i feel homesick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how the hell am i gonna live through two weeks in freeaking &lt;b&gt;china&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;gah. and have i told how mean &lt;b&gt;sharifah radhiah&lt;/b&gt; is? it's not funny kay teasing me about the mum. makin depressing lagi ader. so the whole time i'm gone, &lt;i&gt;pulau&lt;/i&gt; her okay? or at LEAST throw some stuff? alright? =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok just some things to say..,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all, thanks larh eh all for those oh-so-sweet-and-caring words (k nazi, zap, rod...). this trip is not something that i'm looking forward to. god knows how and why i even got myself into this thing at the first place. if i had paid for it myself, i would have withdrawn from the program. but since my expenses are all paid by the school, i cant just anyhow abandon my responsibility as the team leader. especially since some of the teachers at school are actually &lt;i&gt;expecting&lt;/i&gt; me to (well.. that's another story larh kay.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i would like to apologize to those who i wasnt able to (or late in..) contact or respond to their calls and msges cause to be plain honest, i am really busy. and tired.... mostly tired.............. [damn i forgot to call zakiah back. omigod.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and please please please dont try to contact me when i'm there kay. and definitely no sms-es. you send, i suffer. hah that could be my motto from now on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;with love,&lt;br /&gt;mul&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-9156111727448980551?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/9156111727448980551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=9156111727448980551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/9156111727448980551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/9156111727448980551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2008/03/even-when-im-at-school-i-feel-homesick.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-1395540263334311847</id><published>2008-02-05T18:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T18:52:47.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i really have a problem with &lt;b&gt;BOYS&lt;/b&gt; who wear shorts, and yet, they dont even have nice legs to show off. they might be nearing 20s, but when they wear that kinda shorts with that &lt;i&gt;scrawny&lt;/i&gt; calves, they look like small kids sia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;SR: so you're saying that no boys should ever be allowed to wear shorts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: no. i'm saying that only guys like Person K can wear shorts.&lt;br /&gt;and even better, if he can wear shorts every single day and walk infront of me so i can adore those sexy legs all i want.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;omigod how can a person as sexy as him even exists kan? +_+&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ahem, moving on, i saw miss Sharifah today and she was.. erm.... &lt;i&gt;shopping-deprived&lt;/i&gt;? gah!&lt;br /&gt;and i was.. erm... &lt;i&gt;food-deprived&lt;/i&gt;? gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, at least we both managed to satisfy ourselves for today.&lt;br /&gt;though i got a little bored with Miss Sharifah's shopping at MUJI.&lt;br /&gt;and she got a little bored (or maybe full?) with all those bugis foods that i bought for the sake of 'nak raser2..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh nvm, later i'll bug her to upload all those nice foodies and her bacen pyjamas. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;yawn am bored. do you know that i'm already holidaying right now? and the exam is on the &lt;b&gt;20th and 21st&lt;/b&gt;! two freaking weeks! how am i supposed to keep up this school spirit through these 2 studying weeks?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh oh! do you know that boxing is the fun-nest sport out there??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2007-9/1276750/467424750_a117ee8253.jpg' width=400 height=323  &gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;you guys should try it sia. it works your arms, the back muscle, the waist, the legs, like &lt;b&gt;everything&lt;/b&gt;! and yet it's so fun that you didnt even realize it until you step out of the room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2007-9/1276750/brook-kelly-boxing-4003920.jpg' width=208 height=300  &gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok. maybe i didnt look this hot wearing the gears, but you can still see the &lt;b&gt;coolness&lt;/b&gt;. hee heeeeeeeee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-1395540263334311847?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/1395540263334311847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=1395540263334311847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/1395540263334311847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/1395540263334311847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-really-have-problem-with-boys-who.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-5999940392775137773</id><published>2008-01-29T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T18:23:57.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Person K: hi, dah lame tak nampak eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mul: yah..&lt;br /&gt;mul dlm hati: &lt;i&gt;errr.. didnt we just see each other last saturday?? then again, i think its totally understandable how short it takes for people to miss me =)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and oh! i think Person K might very well has the legs i so dream of.&lt;br /&gt;please Person K, one day, &lt;b&gt;only&lt;/b&gt; one, wear shorts alraite?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-5999940392775137773?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/5999940392775137773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=5999940392775137773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/5999940392775137773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/5999940392775137773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2008/01/person-k-hi-dah-lame-tak-nampak-eh-mul.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-8154559656595435643</id><published>2008-01-28T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T23:07:06.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;hi there God,&lt;br /&gt;i cant help but wonder, is it &lt;i&gt;anyway&lt;/i&gt; possible for me to bag a guy as hot as below?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2007-9/1276750/tsonga.jpg' width=343 height=600  &gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i promise i'll be a very good girl and try my hardest to keep my hands away from any parts of his.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;then again, if he's a little bit too much for me to handle, i'll be very glad to settle with someone who has a pair of beautiful legs like his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;one&lt;/b&gt; that can keep a girl glued to the screen, watching a 1 and a half hour tennis match against a guy whose &lt;i&gt;face width&lt;/i&gt; is almost half of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;one&lt;/b&gt; that bulges with every swift movement, especially at the very moment when he's switching his bodyweight to run back to the other side of the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;one&lt;/b&gt; that every guy dreams of having,&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;b&gt;one&lt;/b&gt; that every girl dreams of touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2007-9/1276750/Picture14.jpg' width=540 height=402  &gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;a girl who doesnt believe in santa claus,&lt;br /&gt;mul&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-8154559656595435643?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/8154559656595435643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=8154559656595435643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/8154559656595435643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/8154559656595435643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2008/01/hi-there-god-i-cant-help-but-wonder-is.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-8618017107969991657</id><published>2008-01-27T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T21:36:02.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;the fact that i actually set aside a whole corner for &lt;b&gt;britney&lt;/b&gt;'s new album, &lt;u&gt;BlackOut&lt;/u&gt;, means that it's TOTALLY worth listening to =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;it had become my new habit every &lt;i&gt;single&lt;/i&gt; day sehhh.. i was doing a project at commonwealth's mcdonald and kept repeating the whole album on high volume since the mcdonald's songs are boring, hah! even raina, sebising2 maner she was initially, managed to memorize some of the lyrics by the time we went back home. heees.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;watch out for &lt;b&gt;radar&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;ooh ooh baby&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-8618017107969991657?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/8618017107969991657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=8618017107969991657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/8618017107969991657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/8618017107969991657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2008/01/fact-that-i-actually-set-aside-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-5064126027319630900</id><published>2008-01-20T21:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T22:15:24.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;there used to be a time when i will blush, or pretend that i'm blind everytime i see some women's bare breast. but nowadays,&lt;br /&gt;mul: *look up* oh nipples? *look down and continue the work*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;but please okay, not because i've been looking at porn too much that i've gotten used to seeing them, nor do i go look at the mirror every morning and stare at the prettiness of &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;the&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; breast.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;it's just that, women's locker rooms these days are just too open seh. i wont be surprised if 50 years down the road, my teenage daughter told me that she saw a &lt;i&gt;fully&lt;/i&gt; naked (hopefully, hot) woman in the toilet in the mall. heh okay, maybe too much.... but it may come true! who knows kan..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;so the story is, on the first day i came to my &lt;i&gt;totally high class gym&lt;/i&gt;, i was about to take a bath when i saw a totally not hot 40 something woman walking around in the locker room with just her bras and panties. with just that, i was already mystified.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;then the second day, i was hairdrying and looking at the mirror, and just behind me is a kinda hot late 20s woman wearing only her panties, searching for her bras. and her breast was all over the place okay since she kept bending down, standing upright abruptly, turning to the right and left (okay, i cant help staring). it was a... totally..... eye-opening experience for me..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;third day i was still bewildered, but by the fourth day, how do i say it ehk, it's like, all those breast have become part of the clothes seh. who knows, one of the days, i might pull the same thing. heeee heeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-5064126027319630900?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/5064126027319630900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=5064126027319630900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/5064126027319630900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/5064126027319630900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2008/01/there-used-to-be-time-when-i-will-blush.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-9194533653567917423</id><published>2008-01-09T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T23:10:18.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;anyone who havent watched the &lt;b&gt;2 hour premiere&lt;/b&gt; of &lt;b&gt;one tree hill&lt;/b&gt; by this time, should really roll over and die. go!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;hee it was awesome! you're seeing a whole new side of &lt;b&gt;brooke&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;haley&lt;/b&gt; and the rest and it kinda makes you think that when you're gonna get older, what type of person you're gonna be.&lt;br /&gt;are you gonna feel lonely too, sucked in by work, and not being able to see your friends for years.&lt;br /&gt;or you're gonna be worrying about your problematic husband / child all day long, even after you manage to step out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;or worse, still no job, and having to figure out how to pay for your living expenses. (something which are already happening to me so early in this stage of life. gosh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all kinda rolls down to, &lt;b&gt;who are you going to be when you're &lt;i&gt;officially&lt;/i&gt; an adult?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;.......... not that we're still way too far from that age kan =P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;moving on, i had a really tragic accident today due to my totally insuppressible &lt;b&gt;lust&lt;/b&gt; over very hot-looking men (hey! at least i'm not talking about women kay =D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was walking towards class when i saw a friend of a friend who when i laid eyes on for the first time a few months ago, i was just about to gush to said friend that the guy is too hot to be true, when the guy came around and said hi to the friend. phew. lucky i can still keep the mouth shut for a few seconds.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;so, i saw him again (or his back larh kan) this morning walking like, maybe 20m ahead of me, and decided to pick up my pace to steal a glance of his oh-so-fine face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, at the same time, i caught another recognizable face that i had seen around campus a few times before, distracting me from specimen A until he disappeared out of sight, so i turned my attention back to specimen A and before i knew it, *BOOM* i tripped over the &lt;i&gt;longkang rail&lt;/i&gt; which is wrongfully uneven to the ground.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;hah you'd think i fell over, or worse, into the &lt;i&gt;longkang&lt;/i&gt; kan? gah dont get your hopes all too high.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;caught my balance and continued walking until i realise..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"eh kenaper ehk kaki macam slippery and basah"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looked down, and saw blood all over the upper part of the &lt;i&gt;selipar&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;would have made a nice souvenir picture if i wasnt feeling so panicky and near to tears. gah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Moral of the story kids, &lt;b&gt;Lust&lt;/b&gt; is one of the seven deadly sins for good reasons&lt;/i&gt;. yawn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-9194533653567917423?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/9194533653567917423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=9194533653567917423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/9194533653567917423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/9194533653567917423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2008/01/anyone-who-havent-watch-2-hour-premiere.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-5536937787412764316</id><published>2008-01-01T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T17:09:49.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;call me superstitious or whatever larh kan, but with the dream i had yesterday, &lt;i&gt;my very first dream of the year&lt;/i&gt;, i'm kinda afraid of what &lt;b&gt;2008&lt;/b&gt; is going to bring me... +_+ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-5536937787412764316?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/5536937787412764316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=5536937787412764316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/5536937787412764316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/5536937787412764316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2008/01/call-me-superstitious-or-whatever-larh.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-2904552307983989450</id><published>2007-12-14T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T18:39:50.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;syasyams: hee. &lt;b&gt;tengok&lt;/b&gt; jer tu boleh larh. aku maner pandai layan budak2 =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;anw, too cheesy a lagu? hee hee. bear with it jer larh ehk.. =D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-2904552307983989450?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/2904552307983989450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=2904552307983989450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/2904552307983989450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/2904552307983989450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/12/syasyams-hee.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-5038959164881714843</id><published>2007-12-13T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T23:07:45.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;we already got the marks from our monday's test, and guess what? ..... i sucked.&lt;br /&gt;god! i came in &lt;b&gt;fifth&lt;/b&gt; okay. and the most bacen thing is that, the friend that i &lt;i&gt;smangatly &lt;/i&gt; taught on sunday, came in &lt;b&gt;third&lt;/b&gt;! how ironic is that kan?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;no wonder he msg-ed me in the middle of the night, sweetly thanking me for my help. not that i dont like seeing my friends passing their test larh =P i just hate it when i'm not first. +_+&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;god &lt;u&gt;fifth&lt;/u&gt;! i feel like throwing up.. god..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;[[damn ass teacher spoiling my holiday for me. cannot wait until school reopen then tell ehk?]]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-5038959164881714843?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/5038959164881714843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=5038959164881714843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/5038959164881714843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/5038959164881714843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/12/we-already-got-marks-from-our-mondays.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-4915103947564715527</id><published>2007-12-08T00:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T16:24:04.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;okay, am only gonna say this once and you're not gonna hear it again,&lt;br /&gt;so enjoy every single word coming out of this mouth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2007-9/1276750/blair.jpg' width=490 height=368  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leighton Meester&lt;/b&gt;, better know as &lt;b&gt;Blair Waldorf&lt;/b&gt;, is the sexiest, hottest female species in this whole entire &lt;s&gt;world&lt;/s&gt; UNIVERSE."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh! ..... but i still like &lt;b&gt;Serena&lt;/b&gt; okay =P *sigh*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh! &lt;b&gt;zapi&lt;/b&gt; and i saw a set of &lt;b&gt;Pierre Cardin&lt;/b&gt;'s brassiere + panties which is totally cute and affordable. i would have bought it actually if it wasnt for the fact that i forgot what my bra size is +_+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"jom masok changing room ko tgkkan akunyer size bra baper."&lt;/i&gt;, mul said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i havent gone shopping for bras and pants for so long okay =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"siew ling, check for me mul's jeans what size!"&lt;/i&gt;, ghim seng said, when i asked him whether the &lt;b&gt;Bossini&lt;/b&gt;'s store he's working at still has this certain jeans [which come to think of it, i so0 dont want to talk about that right now =P ]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today's friday is getting too censored-y, isnt it? +_+ mengucap jer larh ehkk..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and oh oh! have i mentioned how much i miss &lt;b&gt;sharifah radhiah&lt;/b&gt;???? she's only gonna be back in.. erm.. &lt;b&gt;FOUR&lt;/b&gt; freaking long days! gosh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-4915103947564715527?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/4915103947564715527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=4915103947564715527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/4915103947564715527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/4915103947564715527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/12/okay-am-only-gonna-say-this-once-and.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-4306747310044607039</id><published>2007-12-02T00:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T00:17:52.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i'm totally psyched for the common test, that is in one week!&lt;br /&gt;call me crazy...... or nerdish.. but i'm ready to take a break from school!&lt;br /&gt;so if i have to take on the common test first, bring it. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-4306747310044607039?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/4306747310044607039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=4306747310044607039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/4306747310044607039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/4306747310044607039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-totally-psyched-for-common-test-that.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-8418994493464076087</id><published>2007-11-29T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T18:18:04.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i feel pissy. small small little things bug me like hell. either its the wonderfully awesome PMS or the fact that as we're getting closer and closer to the break, assignments date dues are getting nearer and nearer, and i'm having a panic attack.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i want my mee rebus which my mum bought and tak tau bilang the vendor that i dont want the taugeh. she always do that, you know. every single freaking time! usually i just go ahead and pick out the taugeh myself but today, i feel like a total ass.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and the sister said something to me today while i'm wearing my freaking earphones and i just &lt;i&gt;iyerkan&lt;/i&gt; and she threw the freaking ben and jerry's ice cream down the chute! for only god knows reason!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and the dadeh? dont even ask how i managed to "&lt;i&gt;throw&lt;/i&gt;" all of them into the sink.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;went to junction 8 today for some secret recipe cakes and i found nothing. nada. zilch. secret recipe store no more! i went allll the way there and there's nothing. so i went straaaight home, aborting the plan to enjoy a nice day out.&lt;br /&gt;hey! maybe thats why i've been feeling pissy??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-8418994493464076087?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/8418994493464076087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=8418994493464076087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/8418994493464076087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/8418994493464076087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-feel-pissy.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-4100522687606540144</id><published>2007-11-19T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T21:29:41.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;now that its all said and done..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i was wondering larh kan why the whole day i kept thinking&lt;br /&gt;"kenaper ehk cam da lamer gitu aku x nampak &lt;b&gt;the&lt;/b&gt; mister"...&lt;br /&gt;rupernyerrr... besok bdae der larh! hahah okay that was real bacen of me. i forgot even my closest friends' bdaes and, that stranger's, i remember =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i've been kinda distracted these days...... by what tu, kiter bwat2 tak tau jer larh ehk =D *yawn*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh i made an awesome joke today! and god i dont know how long it had been since i made one,&lt;br /&gt;zaman &lt;i&gt;kl menjerit&lt;/i&gt; kot? *winks rod*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i was having my lunch break when i saw a girl wearing really low-neck top so we can &lt;i&gt;barely&lt;/i&gt; see her cleavage. and the coolest thing was that, she had tattoos all over her upper breast! (i wasnt so sure about the lower part lah since i didnt check properly =P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after a few hours, i saw the trailer &lt;b&gt;the tattooist&lt;/b&gt; on the laptop so i told &lt;b&gt;raina&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;"eh, ko ingat tak pompan tadi? kirer kalo tattoo der ader hantu, jadi aper ehk agak2...&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;hantu tetek larh!&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;how boring would your life had been without me kan? =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-4100522687606540144?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/4100522687606540144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=4100522687606540144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/4100522687606540144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/4100522687606540144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/11/now-that-its-all-said-and-done.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-3128833391974189348</id><published>2007-11-16T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T00:07:01.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i dont know if today is my break-down day or what larh kan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started when i had a brief meeting with the teacher and came out of the office feeling worse than ever. i guess &lt;b&gt;raina&lt;/b&gt; sensed that and she then tried to poke the truth out of me, which i bacenly brushed off and got &lt;u&gt;her&lt;/u&gt; kinda upset. hee hee. so yeah i got a little bit emo but of course, no medicine can beat &lt;b&gt;raina&lt;/b&gt; singing that she... er.. love me? +_+ heheh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"*finish singing the last line* and i mean it mul" =)&lt;br /&gt;[raahiinah]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;just got off an-hour-long-conversation-phone with &lt;b&gt;rodi&lt;/b&gt;, most of which i generously let her talk about her day but it was bacen kay sharifah radhiah when you started to get into more serious topic and got &lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt; over emo. hahah. dont do that again aite.&lt;br /&gt;but if you do, make sure you're physically there to give me a hug, or just an arm squeeze. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"kau slalu cakap ko suker drama, now skarang ko da ader, ko tak suker pulak"&lt;br /&gt;[sharifah radhiah]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. on a brighter note! like waaaaaaaaaaaaay brighter, since our meeting ended up late and the whole place had gotten dark and really scary, i scored a lift home from a passer-by lecturer. whom, i must mention, i dont even know who he is. and neither does &lt;b&gt;gary&lt;/b&gt; apparently. we dont even know what to call him mr--?? so we settled with &lt;i&gt;sir&lt;/i&gt;. and carried conversations as per normal throughout the journey. but the weirdest and funniest story is that when the teacher found out that me and gary are EI students, despite the different levels, he started telling us something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr--?? : you know, got this one muslim girl from EI, she very smart one, always top student. &lt;br /&gt;*******continue to talk about her******** so do you know her? *look at us both*&lt;br /&gt;gary: *long silence, slowly turns to the back* is that you mul?&lt;br /&gt;mul: er... *in a low voice* i think so...&lt;br /&gt;mr--??: *quickly turn back* oh mul! right! of course. i didnt see your face since it's so dark.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-3128833391974189348?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/3128833391974189348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=3128833391974189348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/3128833391974189348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/3128833391974189348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-dont-know-if-today-is-my-break-down.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-7399417898400839338</id><published>2007-11-10T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T21:48:33.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;inserted some awesome links below the tagboard, which i check out like, on a daily basis. heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;old movies, new movies, old shows, new shows. whatever. i just rock =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;pssst! can u believe my bacen teacher called me up at 8 in the morning to give me a lecture ON THE PHONE? thank god i'm widely awake by then........ wait. i think it &lt;b&gt;might&lt;/b&gt; have been better if i was sleepy and semi-conscious&lt;/i&gt; +_+&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-7399417898400839338?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/7399417898400839338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=7399417898400839338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/7399417898400839338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/7399417898400839338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/11/insert-some-links-that-i-check-out-like.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-8620197868020237247</id><published>2007-11-09T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T05:39:59.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i have a presentation tomorow, and not forgetting the test which i dont have a book for so i have to suffice myself with the lecture slides, which is so0o gonna be a disadvantage for me since the teacher had &lt;b&gt;clearly&lt;/b&gt; said that the questions are all from the book.&lt;br /&gt;its funny how people can manage to fork out over 300 bucks for a new phone and refuse to buy a school textbook costing a mere 30 bucks. =D ok. maybe i'm just a plain idiot. *yawn*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;anw, i just found out something that happened to a friend so long long ago and is now kicking myself for.. er.. not caring then? i dont know, i guess it might be hard for people to tell me stuff when i'm not telling them anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda remembered an innocent conversation i had when i was in my lower secondary years with a friend of mine that roughly go like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;: but why wont they trust me with that story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;friend&lt;/b&gt;: maybe cause they thought you are not close enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;: so how do we become close?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;friend&lt;/b&gt;: tell them about you. your secrets and stuffs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;: so i go around telling people about my secrets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;friend&lt;/b&gt;: ..... no!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;kinda lame right? heh. people thought that i dont wanna have a close relationship where we share our problems just cause i rarely talk about myself, like personally. its just that, i dont have secrets. its as plain as that. i dont have anything worth mentioning.&lt;br /&gt;when you're friends with me, all you gonna get is my randomness and stupid lame-ass jokes now and then. but that doesnt mean i'm not open to the idea of a serious conversation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;its amazing how i manage to live a life void or lacking in climaxes. guess it kinda helps when i have friends who live like people in blockbuster movies. hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;never mind, one day i'm gonna be a big big superstar and adopt lotsa african babies and make headlines all over. and god, &lt;i&gt;please&lt;/i&gt; include &lt;b&gt;penn badgley&lt;/b&gt; in that wonderful future of mine. weeeee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-8620197868020237247?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/8620197868020237247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=8620197868020237247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/8620197868020237247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/8620197868020237247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-have-presentation-tomorow-and-not.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-9014686961329831279</id><published>2007-11-04T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T23:13:36.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;hee heee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2007-9/1276750/eliza2.jpg' width=320 height=225  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;eliza dushku&lt;/b&gt; is back! woohoo! in your face people. she's gonna get back her oh-so-deserved fame =DDDD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;lets fast forward til next year can?&lt;br /&gt;source: &lt;a href="http://www.tv.com/story/10387.html?tag=recent;featured;more;5&amp;om_act=convert&amp;om_clk=gumballs"&gt;tv.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2007-9/1276750/(e)SP_A005.jpg' width=450 height=320  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had fun, didnt we? heh sori larh eh &lt;b&gt;sharifah radhiah&lt;/b&gt; you didnt get to take a picture with my oh-so-hot new handphone. you were so busy paying for your stuffz while me and &lt;b&gt;zafirah&lt;/b&gt; went home empty-handed. hah! =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i want the year-end sale to come sooooon~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;gossip girl&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-9014686961329831279?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/9014686961329831279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=9014686961329831279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/9014686961329831279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/9014686961329831279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/11/hee-heee.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-4322766554084978035</id><published>2007-10-27T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T19:49:22.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Good morning upper east siders,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;M was spotted coming back from her makcik's house, who actually make her kinda worried scared when she got her and her mother standing and knocking on the front door for more than 5 min. turned out, the aunt was praying larh.. oh well, the moment she opened the door, M smiled knowingly that she had secured 10 bucks into that pretty little hand of hers =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;SR was spotted msg-ing M a few days ago telling her about the &lt;u&gt;huge&lt;/u&gt; amount of clothes that she bought from the ongoing sale which, judging from M's total commitment to school these days, she's so ignorant of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M was then spotted with her new &lt;b&gt;samsung&lt;/b&gt; phone, msg-ing Z, excitedly telling her about the sale. Though Z flatly replied that she had already bought a top from **** store during the sale. *sigh* the look on M's face was totally pathetic and picture-worthy. and she thought that everyone adore her... -_-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2007-9/1276750/Image060.jpg' width=580 height=420  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2007-9/1276750/Image049.jpg' width=580 height=420  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more cute captions for you two then SR and Z! =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;gossip Girl&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-4322766554084978035?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/4322766554084978035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=4322766554084978035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/4322766554084978035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/4322766554084978035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-got-back-from-makciks-house-who.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-6128941070082396873</id><published>2007-10-11T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T01:26:32.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;since &lt;b&gt;gossip girl&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;antm&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;beauty &amp; the geek&lt;/b&gt; still isnt up yet even though it's wayyy overdue, lets blog aimlessly until something comes up or when i get sleepy enough to shut down this lappie and go to disneyworld. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;yesterday after so0o long, i went iftar-ing with &lt;b&gt;zap&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;rodi&lt;/b&gt;. but of course we had to do something else besides iftar-ing aite [duh~]? so the choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2007-9/1276750/nanny-diaries-poster.jpg' width=360 height=528  &gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;even though it's not so logical [i really dont get the &lt;b&gt;red umbrella&lt;/b&gt; thing] but it's a nice and.. er.. heart-warming story? ^_^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;finished the movie at around 4.30 and despite &lt;i&gt;hasutan&lt;/i&gt; aku to solat asar only when its dah near maghrib, my dear &lt;i&gt;bacen&lt;/i&gt; friends refused so off we went to &lt;b&gt;falah&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and the weird thing is that, we actually sat there until maghrib. 2 whole hours k. hohoh. how nice would it have been if i actually said that all we did in the mosque is praying, reading the qur'an.... you know, purely &lt;i&gt;iktikaf&lt;/i&gt; stuff.....&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...... ok who are we kidding here? =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2007-9/1276750/Image052.jpg' width=580 height=420  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2007-9/1276750/Image056.jpg' width=580 height=420 &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the lesbians.." &lt;b&gt;rodi&lt;/b&gt; said. *cue for eye rolling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2007-9/1276750/Image068.jpg' width=360 height=480  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;b&gt;zapi&lt;/b&gt; didn't get the cue and suddenly started crying coz she isn't used to be called a lesbian. cruel &lt;b&gt;rodi&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2007-9/1276750/Image065.jpg' width=580 height=420  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;b&gt;rodi&lt;/b&gt; started to feel a little bit guilty and tried to cheer &lt;b&gt;zapi&lt;/b&gt; up by making stupid faces........ &lt;b&gt;zapi&lt;/b&gt; is not &lt;b&gt;insyirah&lt;/b&gt; aye rod? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2007-9/1276750/Image070.jpg' width=360 height=480  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing is working though. &lt;b&gt;rodi&lt;/b&gt;'s joke is clearly too cruel for zapi, who's still sobbing in the corner of the mesjid. thus why the mumul joined in and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2007-9/1276750/Image058.jpg' width=580 height=420  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're back to one big happy family! weee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok ok the above story is purely fictional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SHARIFAH RADHIAH&lt;/b&gt; is the nicest person i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ZAFIRAH&lt;/b&gt; is the strongest non-cengeng pompan i know.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;b&gt;MULTAZAMAH&lt;/b&gt; is an ex-miss universe who used to date &lt;b&gt;Chace Crawford&lt;/b&gt;, but is now happily married to &lt;b&gt;Penn Badgley&lt;/b&gt;. *yawn*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;after hurriedly finishing our maghrib prayers, we rushed off to &lt;b&gt;old chang kee&lt;/b&gt; to grab some food for our &lt;u&gt;long&lt;/u&gt; walk to &lt;b&gt;ramen ten, far east&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ordering the food was a blast, especially for me. i keep pointing here and there since of course, i have a lot of money to spare after all the &lt;i&gt;pity money&lt;/i&gt; i got from the mom and the bro. its not often that i get to act like a rich brat aye. =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;but once again, &lt;b&gt;rodi&lt;/b&gt; had to pull some stunts and &lt;i&gt;dared&lt;/i&gt; me to stuff the whole &lt;b&gt;golden maki&lt;/b&gt; into my mouth.............. so... i did. [OF COURSE i had to. my whole reputation is on the line okay? =P ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2007-9/1276750/Image072.jpg' width=580 height=420  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;aeroplane prepare for landing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2007-9/1276750/Image073.jpg' width=580 height=420  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;landing successful! [ignore the big nose and puffy fish-look alike aye? =D ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2007-9/1276750/Image075.jpg' width=420 height=550  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;......... aaannndddd i feel like throwing up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok now it's &lt;b&gt;your&lt;/b&gt; turn rod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2007-9/1276750/Image081.jpg' width=580 height=420  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"lets get a nice pose first before i become a puffy fish like you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2007-9/1276750/Image083.jpg' width=580 height=420  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;preparing for landing andddd....&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing. SHARIFAH RADHIAH tricked me into eating that whole thing and refused to do the same thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2007-9/1276750/Image084.jpg' width=580 height=420  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i'd rather stuff these ice into my mouth than act like i know these two childish kids next to me"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo, gossip girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2007-9/1276750/GOSSIPGIRL-EDITED.jpg' width=250 height=300  &gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s: MULTAZAMAH IS AWEEESOME FOR HAVING THE IDEA OF TAKING THESE PIC LIKE GOSSIP GIRL&lt;br /&gt;ZAFIRAH IS AWEEESOME FOR CAPTURING THE RIGHT POSITION FOR THE PICTURE&lt;br /&gt;SHARIFAH RADHIAH IS AWEEESOME FOR DOING THE WONDERFUL ARTWORK&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;[[[&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2007-9/1276750/gossip_girl2.jpg' width=200 height=309  &gt;]]]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-6128941070082396873?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/6128941070082396873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=6128941070082396873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/6128941070082396873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/6128941070082396873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/10/since-gossip-girl-antm-and-beauty-geek.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-3833331767586475361</id><published>2007-10-08T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T15:14:30.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i &lt;b&gt;accidentally&lt;/b&gt; called the teacher when all i wanna do is send him a message....... &lt;i&gt;stupid skype&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i was ermmm-ing and ahhhh-ing for my supposedly 'hello teacher' part due to my total surprise that he actually answered. i'm officially embarrassed =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-3833331767586475361?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/3833331767586475361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=3833331767586475361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/3833331767586475361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/3833331767586475361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-accidentally-called-teacher-when-all.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-3146607975263301501</id><published>2007-10-07T07:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T19:40:14.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i cant believe that i actually survived more than a week without the mom. and i thought that i would have been admitted to the hospital for mummy-withdrawal in like, what, 3 days? guess i'm stronger than i look eh? =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;so yes people, &lt;i&gt;8 more days til the mom is back&lt;/i&gt;. woohoo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and can you believe that up til now, i've stayed at home all throughout the fasting month? missed the iftar with the class. missed the iftar with zakiah and the bacen gang [who &lt;i&gt;kindly&lt;/i&gt; scolded me for letting them suffer the &lt;b&gt;wrath of zakiah&lt;/b&gt; all because of my last-minute absence. ooops =) ]. i've turned into a &lt;i&gt;family kid&lt;/i&gt; this year. how exciting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;aniway, whoever say that &lt;b&gt;hayden&lt;/b&gt; is wayyy hotter than &lt;b&gt;kristen&lt;/b&gt; should REALLy be given a reality check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2007-9/1276750/kristinH2.jpg' width=461 height=602  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2007-9/1276750/kristenH.jpg' width=352 height=352  &gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;hee hee. i cant wait for &lt;b&gt;kristen bell&lt;/b&gt; in heroes! biler larh seh der nk kuar...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-3146607975263301501?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/3146607975263301501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=3146607975263301501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/3146607975263301501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/3146607975263301501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-cant-believe-that-i-actually-survived.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-8959094834063898325</id><published>2007-10-04T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T10:34:28.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;dj: oh atok tengok veronica mars gak? wahhhh.. der da nak masok &lt;b&gt;heroes&lt;/b&gt; tau! tu larh aku excited. though &lt;u&gt;still&lt;/u&gt; no sign of her in episode 2. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;rodi: hah! i kinda miss the darkness of my last layout k. =P bacen ko menge-tempt aku ikut2an tukar blogskin cam ko gak.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i dreamt of &lt;b&gt;kristen bell&lt;/b&gt; yesterday [who later kinda disappeared and k nazi lak yang enter frame...... cis. but lets not talk about that]. i guess i have been watching too much &lt;b&gt;veronica mars&lt;/b&gt; these past few days. finished season 1 in less than 2 days and it was &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;amazing&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, i tell you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;though i kinda stopped at season 2 when &lt;b&gt;veronica&lt;/b&gt; dumped &lt;b&gt;logan&lt;/b&gt; for &lt;b&gt;duncan&lt;/b&gt; coz &lt;b&gt;logan&lt;/b&gt; is acting like an ass after he was wrongfully accused for murder.&lt;br /&gt;i admit, he &lt;b&gt;was&lt;/b&gt; being an ass, but he is a &lt;u&gt;hot&lt;/u&gt; ass =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;so yeah, i think that veronica is just pulling a &lt;b&gt;lucas scott&lt;/b&gt; by playing these two best friends, duncan being the peyton, and logan being the brooke.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; that she's gonna get back together with logan in the end....... so until i have the will to watch more of her lovey dovey scenes with duncan, lets just stop watching it for a while. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2007-9/1276750/duncan.jpg' width=213 height=320  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2007-9/1276750/jason.jpg' width=281 height=374  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on try guessing which guy am in love with ^_^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;another new tv show worth watching is &lt;b&gt;gossip girl&lt;/b&gt;. if you havent heard of the book, so what? just go ahead and watch the show. i ensure you that you're gonna get hooked by this high and mighty world of riches and fame. plus, how can you resist watching a show with all these eye candies =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2007-9/1276750/gossipgirl2.jpg' width=500 height=384  &gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.6flicks.blogspot.com/"&gt;a site you wanna check out if you're a loyal tv shows supporter =P&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-8959094834063898325?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/8959094834063898325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=8959094834063898325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/8959094834063898325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/8959094834063898325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-dreamt-of-kristen-bell-yesterday-who.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-8244313672132363720</id><published>2007-09-26T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T23:56:46.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;somehow, i dont know how, but &lt;i&gt;somehow&lt;/i&gt;, i must find a way to &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; cryy infront of the mommy tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god i suck..................... &lt;i&gt;i know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-8244313672132363720?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/8244313672132363720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=8244313672132363720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/8244313672132363720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/8244313672132363720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/09/somehow-i-dont-know-how-but-somehow-i.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-7691229428873539053</id><published>2007-09-24T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T18:11:47.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;eh &lt;b&gt;ziana zain&lt;/b&gt; is on citarasa selebriti! heh that bangs dont suit her larh seh. ah well. i still think she rocks. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;prison break&lt;/b&gt; came back with a totally awesome &lt;i&gt;bang&lt;/i&gt; larh seh. if you dont watch the previous seasons, you should reeeeeeally start watching this new season. &lt;b&gt;sona&lt;/b&gt; is not a place you even want to be NEAR to. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;heroes&lt;/b&gt; back tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;grey's anatomy&lt;/b&gt; this thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;desperate housewives&lt;/b&gt; sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;supernatural&lt;/b&gt; next thursday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;the awesomeness! and &lt;b&gt;kristen bell&lt;/b&gt; joining the heroes people! weeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-7691229428873539053?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/7691229428873539053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=7691229428873539053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/7691229428873539053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/7691229428873539053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/09/eh-ziana-zain-is-on-citarasa-selebriti.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-7897715181129034079</id><published>2007-09-14T07:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T07:28:33.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;BASIC CONVERSATIONAL JAPANESE -------------- B+&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIRCUIT ANALYSIS -------------------------------- AD&lt;br /&gt;DATABASE SYSTEMS ------------------------------ AD&lt;br /&gt;ENGINEERING MATHEMATICS 3B -------------------- AD   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;INTRODUCTION TO SOCIAL PSYCHOLOGY -------- AD &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOFTWARE ENGINEERING -------------------------- AD&lt;br /&gt;PRODUCT MODELLING &amp; REALISTIONS --------------- A+ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahah i &lt;b&gt;did&lt;/b&gt; get a distinction for my psychology! oh am so0o gonna consider becoming a psychologist in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, if you guys have anything to talk about. &lt;i&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt;. please feel free to contact me. =DDDD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and yes, another, so close yet so far gpa points. if only &lt;b&gt;yoko sensei&lt;/b&gt; had raised my B+ to an A-............*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self: &lt;i&gt;stop getting distracted by hot japanese teachers with wavy hair.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..... now that the exam result is out, what else can i look forward to in this bleak life-less holiday of mine ehkkkkk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-7897715181129034079?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/7897715181129034079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=7897715181129034079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/7897715181129034079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/7897715181129034079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/09/basic-conversational-japanese-b-circuit.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-430722355179659186</id><published>2007-09-12T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T19:21:14.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;examination result in two days, i'm feeling crappy already. kept refreshing the result page hoping that some kind idiot would release my result earlier but hah! who am i kidding.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;am considering changing my course if i actually got an A for my psychology....... muahahahaha. ok damn. i'm bored. i freaking need my exam result right away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;mum going umrah-ing in 2 weeks&lt;/b&gt;. oh am gonna miss her nagging. =D&lt;br /&gt;then again, with mum gone, and at the rate at how late the sis keeps coming home lately, it means am spending like 3/4 of my time alone; breaking fast alone. terawih alone [smile at rod. i &lt;b&gt;WILL&lt;/b&gt; go ok.... well.. might =DDD ]. oh the misery of loneliness....................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;the aunt asked me to sleep over at her house. tempting. but i cant live without my internet, laptop and dvd player. so house party anione? =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and oh. selamat berposer. kuatkan iman kay people? jangan tinggal2kan terawihh. habeskan satu quran. stop smoking...... and dont do drugs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;mul&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-430722355179659186?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/430722355179659186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=430722355179659186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/430722355179659186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/430722355179659186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/09/examination-result-in-two-days-im.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-8484991452822889179</id><published>2007-09-09T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T22:12:00.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;yeay i'm feeling damn bored again. so lets continue.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;49: Mischa Barton&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-9/1213147/49_mischa_barton_2992.jpg' width=380 height=380  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she looks like a &lt;i&gt;mannequin&lt;/i&gt;, doesnt she? thats what happen when you look &lt;b&gt;too&lt;/b&gt; pretty. so dont ever cross that boundary ok people? =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;48: Mandy Moore&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-9/1213147/48_mandy_moore_2991.jpg' width=380 height=380  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recalled a conversation i had with &lt;b&gt;k nazi&lt;/b&gt; yesterday when i was whining to her about the &lt;i&gt;vanessa scandal&lt;/i&gt; [which if you havent noticed, &lt;b&gt;i'm still not willing to talk about it here.&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[quote]&lt;i&gt;yg innocent btol aku rasa is mandy moore whom is tklawa&lt;/i&gt;[/unquote]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but kan, aku pk mandy moore &lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt; lawa. &lt;i&gt;maturely&lt;/i&gt; lawa. she just doesnt put herself out there to &lt;b&gt;be&lt;/b&gt; pretty you know. and at least her movies arent that crappy unlike those '&lt;i&gt;hot&lt;/i&gt;' people her age. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;44: Rose Mcgowan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-9/1213147/44_rose_mcgowan_2987.jpg' width=380 height=380  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's the &lt;b&gt;only&lt;/b&gt; person i know who can pull off blood-red lipstick flawlessly. &lt;i&gt;enuff said&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;39: Rachel Bilson&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-9/1213147/39_rachel_bilson_2982.jpg' width=380 height=380  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss her classic '&lt;b&gt;ew&lt;/b&gt;' on &lt;b&gt;the oc&lt;/b&gt;. and i think my first &lt;b&gt;serious&lt;/b&gt; girl crush was on her sehhh... alllll the while i was watching oc. i didnt ever waver towards mischa. how cool is that?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;37: Ashley Olsen&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-9/1213147/37_ashley_olsen_2980.jpg' width=380 height=380  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah i think its weird that she got on the list while her sister who looks &lt;u&gt;exactly&lt;/u&gt; like her didnt. &lt;b&gt;too&lt;/b&gt; gothic maybe? hah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;29: Sarah Silverman&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-9/1213147/29_sarah_silverman_2972.jpg' width=380 height=380  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) She's too skinny&lt;br /&gt;b) She's &lt;u&gt;funny&lt;/u&gt; okayyy? &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; hot! god!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;27: Kate Hudson&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-9/1213147/27_kate_hudson_2970.jpg' width=380 height=380  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turned &lt;b&gt;Mr. Owen Wilson&lt;/b&gt; into a suicidal psychotic man. and that people, is the power of a &lt;b&gt;hot woman&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;25: Elisha Cuthbert&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-9/1213147/25_elisha_cuthbert_2968.jpg' width=380 height=380  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont mind playing &lt;b&gt;the girl next door&lt;/b&gt; on repeat throughout this holiday period just for this girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;------ come on play this, its only &lt;b&gt;83 seconds&lt;/b&gt; long. ------&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f7URtdTOnMs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f7URtdTOnMs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;24: Sophia Bush&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-9/1213147/24_sophia_bush_2967.jpg' width=380 height=380  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia bush was nominated for 3 categories in the &lt;b&gt;Teen choice awards&lt;/b&gt; and bagged all 3 of it, making her the biggest individual winner for the night. hah! and you know as well as i do that TCA is a popularity contest right. therefore, everyone agree with me that she is great. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dyJcdKFdqyc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dyJcdKFdqyc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;23: Hilary Duff&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-9/1213147/23_hilary_duff_2966.jpg' width=380 height=380  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee hee. i suddenly remembered her &lt;b&gt;sexy belly&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;21: Kate Beckinsale&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-9/1213147/21_kate_beckinsdale_2964.jpg' width=380 height=380  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;serendipity&lt;/b&gt; with john cusack is one of the greatest love story of all time, says &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;20: Keira Knightley&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-9/1213147/20_keira_knightly_2963.jpg' width=380 height=380  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard she surgically removed her stomach and ribs to look that skinny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;19: Cameron Diaz&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-9/1213147/19_cameron_diaz_3059.jpg' width=380 height=380  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she &lt;b&gt;was&lt;/b&gt; hot........... like back in the &lt;b&gt;charlie's angels&lt;/b&gt; movie...... the &lt;b&gt;first&lt;/b&gt; movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's too &lt;i&gt;wrinklish&lt;/i&gt; now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;18: Megan Fox&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-9/1213147/18_megan_fox_2961.jpg' width=380 height=380  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised that megan fox exist when i saw her in &lt;b&gt;transformers&lt;/b&gt;. padahal i've watched &lt;b&gt;confessions of a teenage drama queen&lt;/b&gt; like thousands of times. so its not good when people missed you like that you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still remembered the first time i saw kate beckinsale on tv in serendipity, i was flicking through the channels and the moment i saw her on tv, i was caught frozen. and &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt;'s hot. so it kinda bothered me that i never knew fox before......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she &lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt; hot. no doubt about that............ ok maybe a little bit =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-8484991452822889179?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/8484991452822889179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=8484991452822889179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/8484991452822889179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/8484991452822889179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/09/yeay-im-feeling-damn-bored-again.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-9187190649054508083</id><published>2007-09-03T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T16:14:22.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;ok i know like more than 90% of you guys dont dig this kinda stuff and wont even bother......... but what the hell. i personally think that its &lt;b&gt;my&lt;/b&gt; job to be updating you self-obsessed people with what's going on in the &lt;i&gt;cruel&lt;/i&gt; world out there&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;so here goes, &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;maxim hot 100 girls&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[and oh! i apologize for the slow page load for some of you. the pictures &lt;b&gt;are&lt;/b&gt; necessary for those people who dont even know &lt;i&gt;who&lt;/i&gt; these girls are [which, i must squeeze in like a l0o0ot of eye-rolling here. &lt;i&gt;where have you been sehhh&lt;/i&gt;...]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;98: Kim Yunjin&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2007-9/1276750/98_yunjin_kim_3041.jpg' width=380 height=380  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;b&gt;lost&lt;/b&gt; girl. I didnt think much about her in &lt;b&gt;lost&lt;/b&gt;, since i was *ehem* pretty occupied with miss &lt;b&gt;evangeline&lt;/b&gt; there. But then i saw her being interviewed in youtube where there were talking about her photoshoot for this maxim magazine and they showed like all of her photos in there and i must admit, she &lt;b&gt;does&lt;/b&gt; look kinda sexy. hah! how could i've missed that..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;95: Secondlife&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2007-9/1276750/95_secondlife_3038.jpg' width=380 height=380  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i know.. i'm as confused as you are... how sick could these guys be huh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;89: Haylie Duff&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2007-9/1276750/89_haylie_duff_3032.jpg' width=380 height=380  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's just riding on her &lt;i&gt;younger&lt;/i&gt; sister's fame. and its lame. [hah! it rhymes!]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;86: Michelle Trachtenberg&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2007-9/1276750/86_michelle_trachtenberg_3052.jpg' width=380 height=380  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she has &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;beautiful eyes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wavy &lt;i&gt;windy&lt;/i&gt; hair&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;not too small breasts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;perfect bone structure&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the fairest beautiful skin i've ever seen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............. so whaaaaaaat the hell is she doing in 86?? she's &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;the ice princess&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; ok people! ....... who's dating the &lt;b&gt;ice man&lt;/b&gt; (cyclops) from x men [which is kinda creepy actually since he's like 13 years older than she is................................................ then again, &lt;i&gt;it is hollywood!&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;77: Hilarie Burton&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2007-9/1276750/77_hitarie_burton_3020.jpg' width=380 height=380  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i didnt know her from &lt;b&gt;one tree hill&lt;/b&gt;, i would have gone on and on about how hot she's looking in this picture... but.. i dont know. i guess it still bugs me that she used to be that person who destroyed &lt;b&gt;sophia&lt;/b&gt;'s relationship, see.. [yes its just a drama. but so what?!! &lt;i&gt;i'm emotional okkk??&lt;/i&gt; =P ]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;68: Evangeline Lilly&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2007-9/1276750/68_evangeline_lilly_3011.jpg' width=380 height=380  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fact that she's number 68 bugs me sehhh.. if the guys dont dig her so much, then what kinda sexiness do these guys want hahh? -_-"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;65: Autumn Reeser&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2007-9/1276750/65_autumn_reeser_3008.jpg' width=380 height=380  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she scarily looked like &lt;b&gt;piper perabo&lt;/b&gt; here didnt she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2007-9/1276750/piper_perabo.jpg' width=264 height=420  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;[who i used to like veeeery much in &lt;b&gt;coyote ugly&lt;/b&gt; but she got into too many lesbian movies (with sex scenes, no less)..... ok larh not too many. maybe two? but too many for me to handle. -_-" &lt;b&gt;i dont like my girls kissing other &lt;i&gt;girls&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in conclusion, i love autumn in &lt;b&gt;the oc&lt;/b&gt;... but outside of the oc, thats another story =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;62: Danneel Harris&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2007-9/1276750/62_danneel_harris_3005.jpg' width=380 height=380  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah! what can i say. people like the bad girlsss...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;55: Halle Berry&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2007-9/1276750/55_Halle_Berry_2998.jpg' width=380 height=380  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even in this &lt;b&gt;ripe&lt;/b&gt; age of 18, i still havent figured out what's so sexy about halle berry. not in &lt;b&gt;catwoman&lt;/b&gt;. not in &lt;b&gt;perfect stranger&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;b&gt;not in anywhere&lt;/b&gt;. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;52: Kate Walsh&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2007-9/1276750/52_kate_walsh_3056.jpg' width=380 height=380  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah! i &lt;b&gt;totally&lt;/b&gt; confirmed her hotness. i even think she's waaaaay hotter than &lt;b&gt;ellen pompeou&lt;/b&gt;, the girl who's &lt;i&gt;supposed&lt;/i&gt; to be the lead for &lt;b&gt;grey's anatomy&lt;/b&gt; *yawn*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;p&gt;hah i'm tired! lets continue this some other time kayyy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-9187190649054508083?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/9187190649054508083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=9187190649054508083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/9187190649054508083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/9187190649054508083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/09/ok-i-know-like-more-than-90-of-you-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-5861869255913087168</id><published>2007-08-28T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T18:53:24.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;radh: hah dont sound like an old woman rod...... but wait! you &lt;b&gt;are&lt;/b&gt; an old woman aite. oops =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dj: tempting as it is to spend that bursary money on new clothes, &lt;b&gt;i have a lo0o0ng way ahead of me dear&lt;/b&gt;. hahah sound matured tak aku nik? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dilah: and you, bacen, have a l0o0o0ng way to go to catch up to my &lt;i&gt;vocal abilities&lt;/i&gt; hohoh =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;hah i cut my hair yesterday and now i dont feel like a woman animore.. *roll eyes* shouldnt have changed my life-long hairdresser........ thank god for tudongsssss....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;anw, stayed up late last night watching &lt;b&gt;love is cinta&lt;/b&gt;....... or &lt;b&gt;cinta is love&lt;/b&gt;.... whatever larh ehk. i just think that that muvie is a pathetic excuse for another irwansyah/acha pairing that &lt;i&gt;those&lt;/i&gt; people &lt;b&gt;think&lt;/b&gt; is what makes &lt;b&gt;heart&lt;/b&gt; a huge success. hah! [note : watched &lt;b&gt;heart&lt;/b&gt; for like 20 mins and abandoned it coz irwansyah/acha couple character in there is just so yucky and eww.] aniway aniway. firstly, that movie is just&lt;br /&gt;1) stupid [especially irwansyah's character]&lt;br /&gt;2) beyond reasonable&lt;br /&gt;3) exaggerated&lt;br /&gt;4) oh and did i mention stupid?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;if someone is gone, then they're gone larh. if you come back [ESPECIALLY with a different face] and try to convince people that you are actually you, thats just like rubbing salt on the wound aint it? ok larh. maybe it wont be so bad if you're going to stay and &lt;b&gt;remain&lt;/b&gt; staying [macam citer &lt;b&gt;down to earth&lt;/b&gt;! haaah that one is one hell of a funny story kkkk].. but you only have 3 days... think you're gonna get married, have kids, see &lt;b&gt;them&lt;/b&gt; getting married in &lt;b&gt;3 freaking days&lt;/b&gt;???... haah stupid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;so moral of the story people, if you fell in love with me one day, and died while on the way to meet me to confess, please, &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;remain dead&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-5861869255913087168?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/5861869255913087168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=5861869255913087168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/5861869255913087168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/5861869255913087168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/08/hah-i-cut-my-hair-yesterday-and-now-i.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-8921382441285543920</id><published>2007-08-25T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T22:56:01.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;hahah ok so i just had to write about this, despite the lameness of having straight 3 day entries.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;went to the lbkm bursary presentation event just now and it was draggy seh, i tell you. there were like over 400 recipients and the first part of the event was damn boring. i was one of the lucky few who first went upstage ah and &lt;b&gt;atok batok&lt;/b&gt;'s turn was waaaaaaay behind. could only sit with her after she took her cheque. bacen k atok.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;then when we managed to reconcile [atok cucu reconciliation ahhh kirer =P ] after god knows how long it had been, i cant shut myself up from talking about how hot &lt;i&gt;someone&lt;/i&gt; was looking that day and atok was saying otherwise [semangat negara larh ehk atok? national day larh kann. muzti paham. =D ]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahah but really seh. i really miss that someone. and to be honest, it was only a few days back when i dreamt about that someone's friend. it was like i was doing some of my usual stuffs when suddenly, &lt;b&gt;*poof*&lt;/b&gt;, i remembered that i dreamt about that someone's friend and all this feeling of satisfaction, excitement, relief all rushed through me............... and i dont even remember what i dreamt about that someone's friend to feel such strong emotions. hah weird!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;heheh k k i'm doing alll the confusing talk again. the point of the story is, &lt;b&gt;i miss that someone's friend&lt;/b&gt;............. hahah! and &lt;i&gt;some other person&lt;/i&gt; is going to hate me for this oops =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;abg sedarer bacen: aku nk masok secondary school balek ah..&lt;br /&gt;mul: aku nk kawen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-8921382441285543920?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/8921382441285543920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=8921382441285543920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/8921382441285543920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/8921382441285543920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/08/hahah-ok-so-i-just-had-to-write-about.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-5149906547833726623</id><published>2007-08-24T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T20:35:15.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;why do i always get the wrong kind of attention from &lt;b&gt;indon&lt;/b&gt; people. i &lt;u&gt;clearly&lt;/u&gt; wrote in my frenster that i'm &lt;u&gt;clearly&lt;/u&gt; a singaporean, didnt i?&lt;br /&gt;and whyyyyy does it always seems to be those of the same sex? why god why? i reaaallly dont mind maybe, a mr aRman [hikmah] look-alike and such, so why must they be girls.................. &lt;i&gt;i think i might need a &lt;b&gt;girlfriend&lt;/b&gt;. fast.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;finished the last paper in the &lt;i&gt;freezing&lt;/i&gt; convention centre [reeaaallie not my fault that the writing is horrible. you cant really hold a pen properly when you're &lt;b&gt;solid frozen&lt;/b&gt;]. felt kinda empty tho when i walked out of the hall. like i just realized that i have 2 months to spare and nothing in mind. like what the hell am i supposed to do seh.. cant get a job... who in the right state of mind would wanna work during the one month fasting aye? so uh-huh. am totally screwed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s.: asked the peeps if they wanna go with me to the &lt;b&gt;waterfest festival&lt;/b&gt; and they asked me what is that. -_-" just wished that i can convince them to goooo..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-5149906547833726623?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/5149906547833726623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=5149906547833726623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/5149906547833726623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/5149906547833726623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/08/why-do-i-always-get-wrong-kind-of.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-8891201980852262507</id><published>2007-08-23T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T12:15:55.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;hah i just had a total inspired moments a few minutes ago when i was eating at sim. thus this smangatness of going down to the sim library to post it. hah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok so right, i'm sure all of you had had those coincidences where you met someone you know and feeling a little bit bacen..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;so uh-huh, what you gonna do...&lt;br /&gt;take out your handphone, msg that person and said. "oi i saw some one who looks just like you at ----"&lt;br /&gt;immediately create a new message after sending the previous one, "guess what? &lt;b&gt;it is you&lt;/b&gt;!" but continue to watch him/her from afar so he/she will find you him/her self&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;hah! now i just need some one to test this on..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;note: this stroke of brilliance came after i met sya kam for god knows how many years it had been. hah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s. &lt;b&gt;rusdi ramli&lt;/b&gt; on cakap sini habis sini next week! oh i'm gonna pee out of excitement... ok. maybe its just that abundance of water i drank just now. =P but still. rusdi ramli is total love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh! have i told you that the sister &lt;b&gt;might&lt;/b&gt; be pregnant? and '&lt;b&gt;might&lt;/b&gt;' being the more notable word here..... *yawn* i'm gonna be 19 with 3 bacen irritating kids calling me '&lt;b&gt;bibik&lt;/b&gt;'. hah beat that people =P [and 'people' not including dee dee']&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-8891201980852262507?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/8891201980852262507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=8891201980852262507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/8891201980852262507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/8891201980852262507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/08/hah-i-just-had-total-inspired-moments.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-5321256065558663400</id><published>2007-08-11T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T09:14:12.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;its weird that i feel like updating when i only have 15 min more to siap2 and lari pi tusyen. heee heee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and oh. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;happy bdae zapi yapi!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. hope ko enjoy the two days of celebrating ur bdae... one of which actually fell on &lt;b&gt;my&lt;/b&gt; bdae while am still at school finishing up all of my coursework since its the last day of school. upset k. and i miss you. boo =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-5321256065558663400?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/5321256065558663400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=5321256065558663400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/5321256065558663400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/5321256065558663400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-weird-that-i-feel-like-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-8084430371476504425</id><published>2007-07-28T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T22:12:55.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;dee deee: hahah oh aku doubt aku leh bobwal &lt;i&gt;girlish&lt;/i&gt; nan ko dee dee... more like urm.. &lt;i&gt;mentelish&lt;/i&gt;! hahah u know am so in love with u ehkk deeeeeeeeee? =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;rodi: eeeeee jangan nak mabok transformers pat cnik. dtg umah aku ah aku da download kan nik. lehhh ko bawak &lt;i&gt;driving lessons&lt;/i&gt; skalik =DDDDD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm feeling mabok-ish and stress-ish. cis even snapped at the mum when she tried to feed me some weird keropok and &lt;b&gt;i was studying&lt;/b&gt; k. felt guilty right after the words came out of the mouth. nyeh am nasty when am in my &lt;b&gt;full gear study mode&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;so uh-huh. i have three test next week and a &lt;b&gt;social psychology&lt;/b&gt; presentation on tuesday.... an individual work which i dont even have any idea of what to do yet. damn this &lt;b&gt;social psychology&lt;/b&gt; class is taking up too much of my time and energy.. if it aint for the &lt;i&gt;hot girl crush&lt;/i&gt;, i wud sae i &lt;b&gt;damn&lt;/b&gt; regret choosing this module =P ah wellll&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s.: current peberet lagu that i can keep on repeat all day! =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-8084430371476504425?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/8084430371476504425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=8084430371476504425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/8084430371476504425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/8084430371476504425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/07/dee-deee-hahah-oh-aku-doubt-aku-leh.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-4830417763043082347</id><published>2007-07-23T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T21:14:44.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i dont know if i should be glad or afraid that i have only 3 more weeks of school left. yes, the holiday is getting nearer.... and so is all the due date for the assignments and the oh-so-overdue tutorials [thank &lt;b&gt;god&lt;/b&gt; i have lenient lecturers who will still accept my tutorials walaupon da berbulan due. bukan pasal luper.. i keep procrastinating these stuffs that at some point, i even think of not doing it at all.. then again, &lt;i&gt;i am aiming for a perfect gpa this term right?&lt;/i&gt; =P ]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;finished reading &lt;b&gt;harry potter and the deathly hallows&lt;/b&gt; at 10.17 pm, saturday, singapore time.&lt;br /&gt;itu pon because i got &lt;b&gt;two&lt;/b&gt; tuition classes in the morning. felt like telling the makciks that i am sick... luuuucky i'm not a bacen liar =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siler highlight if you wanna know what happen in the book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#FF66CC&gt;so pat depan2 page gik &lt;b&gt;moody eye&lt;/b&gt; got killed. not so much a fan of him ah even though he is a really entertaining and amusing character. it just bugs me that he got killed because of &lt;b&gt;mundungus&lt;/b&gt;.  i think i hate him more than i hate voldemort k =P and i was kinda hoping that i can actually see how mundungus looks like in &lt;b&gt;order of the phoenix&lt;/b&gt; but nyeh, he got conveniently cut away from the script. =(&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=#FF66CC&gt;and i was kinda unsatisfied of the way &lt;b&gt;ron&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;hermione&lt;/b&gt; ended up together like, officially. [though i admit that i will be looking forward to seeing the movie 3-4 years later just cause i wanna see ron and hermione snogging each other [yes, i am a &lt;b&gt;mopo&lt;/b&gt; [mori pornie], rod =P ] ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course i get all the i'm-jealous-coz-i-like-you thing going on between them from the start but i'd appreciate mushy talk first, then the pornie action..&lt;br /&gt;but ah well, i still salute &lt;b&gt;jk rowling&lt;/b&gt; for destroying alll those bacen harry/hermione shipper's hope [LIKE WHAT WERE THEY THINKING?? HARRY + HERMIONE = INCEST!!]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=#FF66CC&gt;and i hate seeing fred die. god it's horrible larh! he and george are the menarek-est twin. george is gonna lose a prank partner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to mention &lt;b&gt;lupin&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;tonks&lt;/b&gt;! they just had a baby sehhhhhhh..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=#FF66CC&gt;though someone that i would &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; to see dead must be &lt;b&gt;harry&lt;/b&gt; himself larh. jk rowling wrote the part about him knowing that he had to die so beautifully that i think that it's kinda a waste that he didnt end up dead. haishhh..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s.: i miss having an ass to kick at homeeeeee... and she was just here yesterday. =P nyeh i always dread that every other week when she's staying with her husband...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-4830417763043082347?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/4830417763043082347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=4830417763043082347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/4830417763043082347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/4830417763043082347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-dont-know-if-i-should-be-glad-or.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-4239317184407292086</id><published>2007-07-17T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T18:50:16.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i want to roll over and die like &lt;b&gt;now&lt;/b&gt; can?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i feel like such an idiot.... k maybe its not me... &lt;b&gt;FRENSTER&lt;/b&gt; is such an idiot. i want to check out this one person's profile so i turned on my anonymous view ah coz i really dont want him to know i check out his frenster like &lt;b&gt;again&lt;/b&gt;. but nah-uh. frenster is being such an idiot and i realised that only when i wanted to turn the anonymous view back off...... and it has been &lt;b&gt;on&lt;/b&gt; all along! freaking idiot. god!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like only a few mins after i had seen him, i go and check out his profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;macam x puas2 tadi baru jumpi der larh kann mul..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;......................... on the brighter side, the psychology teacher said my group is the best group for today......................... so yeay! [2 more class and no more &lt;b&gt;hot girl crush&lt;/b&gt;.. haishhh]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s.: &lt;b&gt;hot girl crush&lt;/b&gt; looks so0o0o hot in her spec. a hot nerd! haaaaaaaaah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-4239317184407292086?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/4239317184407292086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=4239317184407292086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/4239317184407292086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/4239317184407292086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-feel-like-rolling-over-and-die-like.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-3194810550911987837</id><published>2007-07-16T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T21:15:02.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;stayed back to discuss the psychology presentation due tomorrow from 5-7.30 todayy... and usually, i'd be like totally beat and &lt;i&gt;songeh&lt;/i&gt; from the whole day at school but you know what you know what??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'm happy!&lt;/i&gt; like totallie! hahah. because i get to spend more time with my hot girl crush.. =D how screwed up am i? [&lt;b&gt;rodi&lt;/b&gt; is so0o0 gonna be jealous hearing this since she has actually been secretly in love with me all this while. how cute ehk? =D ]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;heheh k larh. since *ehem* &lt;b&gt;k nazi&lt;/b&gt; has been like kinda happy to know that &lt;b&gt;am back to the &lt;i&gt;pangkal jalan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, i'll try my best to stay on track k...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's where this boy comes in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-9/1213147/Picture12.jpg' width=612 height=459  &gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'd very much like to molest this boboy. will it help if i say pleeeease? =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh he's the hottest person in this whole wide &lt;i&gt;magical&lt;/i&gt; world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;take that mr aiman&lt;/i&gt;............ who i had bumped into like &lt;b&gt;a lot&lt;/b&gt; of times today. especially sejak2 &lt;b&gt;zapi&lt;/b&gt; told me about her aunt's theory abt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ehem quote* if A always thinks about wanting to see B but B never thinks about A, then B will always appear infront of A.&lt;br /&gt;And yet if A always thinks about B and at the same time B is always thinking about A, then both of them is gonna have a hard time seeing each other *ehem unquote*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;macam tau2 jek ehkkkk mr aiman... of course larh i know better than to still get so hung up on you after ... erm.. a year? personal accomplishment keeer?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-3194810550911987837?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/3194810550911987837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=3194810550911987837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/3194810550911987837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/3194810550911987837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/07/stayed-back-to-discuss-psychology.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-6511127703496859138</id><published>2007-07-10T20:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T14:32:21.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;omigod omigod i've already got a warning mail for my maths tutorial class! no more &lt;i&gt;ponteng sembarangan&lt;/i&gt; for that module.. and i've still got like 4.5 weeks of school..... suckerssss...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;to all bacen people: right funny guys... all comment-worthy entries i made and you guys had to respond for the most slenger-est. =P&lt;br /&gt;but it &lt;b&gt;was&lt;/b&gt; fun larh. maybe we should do that kinda stuffz for one of our class reunion.. haaah tu kompem aku datang! so how &lt;b&gt;our hot class monitress&lt;/b&gt;? =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ooooooh &lt;b&gt;harry potter&lt;/b&gt; movie tomorrow with the dear&lt;b&gt;est&lt;/b&gt; k nazi! i'm like a damn excited ochibi! weeeee~ and the book next saturday! i had made like a daaaaamn big circle on the calendar and told the mom that am gonna be queuing up at post office selepas subuh! how totally kawaiii is that? =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i watch an average of 5 hrs of japanese drama every weekday. now, can i go stalk mr m to japan? ^_^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gP4inwNJEFM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gP4inwNJEFM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;haruka&lt;/b&gt; chan wa kawaiii neeeeeeeeeh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-6511127703496859138?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/6511127703496859138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=6511127703496859138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/6511127703496859138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/6511127703496859138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/07/omigod-omigod-ive-already-got-warning.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-3996952589027098165</id><published>2007-07-06T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T18:07:27.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;k k da dah nahhh! aku upload pat google!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=4492273401374812601&amp;hl=en"&gt;the official vid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=6006757540235674096&amp;hl=en"&gt;the not so succesful attempt, but someone actually still run. =D&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-3996952589027098165?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/3996952589027098165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=3996952589027098165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/3996952589027098165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/3996952589027098165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/07/k-k-da-dah-nahhh-aku-upload-pat-google.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-7365144744928334430</id><published>2007-07-06T17:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T18:08:10.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;zaki: hahah x join ah.. tukang pegang kamera jekkk.. =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;dee: deee deeeeeeeeeeee ku.. aku x dpt upload video stunt aku! asek upload fail jek tahap aku kecewer dan membawer diri. heh x per larh. save water face aku cket. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;harry potter next wk!!&lt;/b&gt;......... and yet i dont have anione to go watch with me. &lt;i&gt;zapi&lt;/i&gt; sunggo x interested nan harry barry.. &lt;i&gt;rodi&lt;/i&gt; da abandon aku nengok nan org laen.. &lt;i&gt;atok&lt;/i&gt; sunggo x perlu ditanyer, either der x der dwet or pgi nengok nan &lt;i&gt;kawan&lt;/i&gt; der... and &lt;i&gt;k nazi&lt;/i&gt;? der pon da x nk kuar nan aku skarangggggggg.. =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ahhh maybe i should join the lunch-time hook-up at 987!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;hi desiree, i need someone to go watch harry potter with me on wed, are you free next weddy after ur show?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i've never seen how desiree lye looks like but to be honest, she always cracks me up listening to her show... not because of her joke see, its her pronounciations! its always so..... off! hahah. and weirdly, thats what aku kinda minat about her. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dh4xRBxykwo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dh4xRBxykwo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only managed to upload the eating tgh jalan part! actually we have a loooong vid for this one since the classmates actually sit there for quite some time but i chose this one coz of 2 factors:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) *cough* i find the girl that goes *mater terbeliak and look at her fren with her shocked expression* kinda hot. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) that apek who keep turning around sampai 4 times to look at my grpmates and check if his vision is still alright is really bacenly funny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-7365144744928334430?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/7365144744928334430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=7365144744928334430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/7365144744928334430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/7365144744928334430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/07/zaki-hahah-x-join-ah.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-1848816764258876527</id><published>2007-07-04T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T20:11:19.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;zack: hahah eh eh niece aku da besar tinggi sehhh... yg budak kecik boge to cousin aku. haaaahhh.. =D and ohh timer kasehhh~ ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nazism: wei weii jgn nak sebar fitnah kkkk.. dkat blog aku summore!! astaga... maner ader aku x layan ko haaaahhh... cis. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zaki: hahah 2 ah k odah pon bingit dorang gelek2 dkat dpan der. hahah. der kener baydek actually. der book tarian lain, tarian lain lak kuar. heh. tapi x per, kelakar tgk duer ekor pomp joget2 tu kener kacau ramai2 time dorg nga joget. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;had my social psychology class at &lt;b&gt;orchard rd&lt;/b&gt; yesterday and it was totally fun! we were in the topic of social norm/unwritten rules so we were supposed to go there and act out those stuff that we were not supposed to do in public.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;act 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-9/1213147/Picture1.jpg' width=588 height=441  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buying food from the foodcourt in wisma and bawak keluar pinggan2 trays sumer duduk makan tengah2 jalan where orang lalu lalang. heh. most of them didnt realize that i was filming it ah so their reactions were all completely funny. maybe i'll post the vids at youtube sometime ehk? =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;act 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-9/1213147/Picture2.jpg' width=600 height=450  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, a few secs away from executing my stunt. hahah. i was supposed to be a &lt;b&gt;traffic police&lt;/b&gt;. uh-huhh you guess it right. took my place in the middle of the road and keep shouting to people to hurry up and run. it was embarrassing larh and i better get good marks for that k. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the funniest part is, when my 30 secs of fame was over, i was supposed to interview people and ask them what they think about my act ah. saw a makcik and her daughter and decided to approach them. but when they saw me coming towards them, muker teros berubah seh and they even tried to walk the other way dengan cepat! hahah nampak sangat dorang pikir aku giler. only when i said that i was doing a school project that they slowed down and walk in a pace which we normal human beings walk in. *sigh*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;things people do for good grades.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-1848816764258876527?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/1848816764258876527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=1848816764258876527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/1848816764258876527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/1848816764258876527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/07/zack-hahah-eh-eh-niece-aku-da-besar.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-2168932486648171065</id><published>2007-06-29T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T13:51:22.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-9/1213148/vaio.jpg' width=350 height=331  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d sis's new laptop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-9/1213148/zen.jpg' width=175 height=204  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new mp3 player&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;guess me and the sis kinda got bitten by the new greeny bug! weeee...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;the sis is living with her in-laws this week, which leaves just me and the mum at home................... and &lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt; left being the only one the mom can nagged at when she's feeling bored of being a 55-year old unemployed woman with an ok-ok life . kinda remind me of the time when she was having her menopause period, and at the same time, i was going through my teenage angst - the worst period in my whole entire life k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[[[note]]]]dont ever ever ever ever give birth to a kid in your 40s, it will only result in a &lt;b&gt;major&lt;/b&gt; scar in that kid's life later on. =D[[[[note]]]]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i feel like going shopping but neither zapi nor rodi is financially capable of that. cis k you two. =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh oh i wanna share a quote i heard from my bacenly-irritating-but-kinda-fun social psychology teacher:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;beauty is in the eye of the beholder. so however you look like, there's always that one person in this world who thinks that you're beautiful&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[everyone goes 'awww' k when she said that. hahah]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-2168932486648171065?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/2168932486648171065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=2168932486648171065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/2168932486648171065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/2168932486648171065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/06/d-siss-new-laptop-my-new-mp3-player.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-7980269088518861914</id><published>2007-06-27T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T16:56:59.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FGTNuGrbD24"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FGTNuGrbD24" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh okay if &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt; still dont find her hot in this scene, then there must be something wrong in your head. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mcn5ch7GCQc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mcn5ch7GCQc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the scene where sam milby acting like the most romantic guy ever. =D hahah watching this movie &lt;b&gt;you are the one&lt;/b&gt; kinda make you set a benchmark for your own future romances...... hohoh..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok, its kinda irritating posting youtube videos all over ehk? who's even watching kan? =P kinda make me wish i have a bacen movie buff as a friend. *poke myself in the head*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-7980269088518861914?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/7980269088518861914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=7980269088518861914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/7980269088518861914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/7980269088518861914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/06/heh-okay-if-you-still-dont-find-her-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-1593726981905838788</id><published>2007-06-24T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T16:15:20.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8AHnuwYfPbA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8AHnuwYfPbA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movie: &lt;b&gt;you got me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IA2GZN05AMI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IA2GZN05AMI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movie: &lt;b&gt;you are the one&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahah my &lt;b&gt;current scandal&lt;/b&gt;! though jangan nak stepping x paham k. its not the boboy, its the girl, &lt;b&gt;toni gozanga&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/p&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rcVoemsjgrI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rcVoemsjgrI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;host/actress/singer. hot ehk? =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s: update about pangkor when am free and not feeling this tired k. have to go and iron all the baju2 percutian, the part where i hate the most everytime we go holiday-ing. -_-"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-1593726981905838788?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/1593726981905838788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=1593726981905838788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/1593726981905838788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/1593726981905838788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/06/movie-you-got-me-movie-you-are-one.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-5532311144753448517</id><published>2007-06-18T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T17:36:59.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;so i've said it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;mul x nk ikot pgi pangkor. mak pegi ajak *name of makcik* bwat aper? mak nak pegi sangat, mak pgi larh dgan der.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;kinda harsh, i know. but i was really mad k. i had been looking forward to this vacation for weeks. and now everything's crushed because the mum just had to ask her along.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;lagi2 during the sis' wedding. she and the mum talked about me in &lt;i&gt;boyanese&lt;/i&gt; and since she thought i dont understand what the hell she's talking about [i'm waaaay smarter than you think k people. =P ], she said something about me which i can accept if it came from the mother's mouth... or even the sis'! &lt;b&gt;but not hers!&lt;/b&gt; definitely not hers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god! i've never even said that to any of my family before. though the sis had said that once when we were fighting, i really doesnt give a care because she's my sister. she can say whatever she want about me as long as its not infront of people outside of the family. and yet, there she was, shooting her mouth off like she have the right to say that about me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;the conversation with the mum kinda ended awkwardly coz i brought that convo she had with the aunt up and i told her, even the paternal makcik pakciks who i'm closer to compared to that particular makcik never said anything &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; bad about me [yes, they did tegor when i did something bad, and tease, but not kutok k], so what the hell is that particular makcik thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy: &lt;i&gt;kalau gitu, aku pun x pegi larh. kau pk aku boleh pegi jalan2 tapi asyik pikirkan kau pat rumah?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- end of convo----&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i really wanna go damn it! arghhhhhh! i was kinda hoping the mum will &lt;i&gt;un&lt;/i&gt;invite her sister but really, what was i thinking? =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-5532311144753448517?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/5532311144753448517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=5532311144753448517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/5532311144753448517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/5532311144753448517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-ive-said-it.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-7744775906563388372</id><published>2007-06-18T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T13:38:50.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;ahhh i dont know where to start... yesterday was damn tiring larh... and i have mood swings like 2.5 MS/min.. and lucky k the house was at the third floor. if it was any higher, all the naek-turon stuffz i did yesterday would have landed me in the grave sooner than you can sae &lt;i&gt;selamat kawen bacen!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-9/1213148/Picture3.jpg' width=612 height=444  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;this kid is a total boink in the head larh. hehh. i had a hard time just trying to catch her for this picture k. and when i did it, she started to cover her face with the basket. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh! she was supposed to be giving out the buah telor for the &lt;b&gt;kids&lt;/b&gt; tau! but guess what she did? she gave like 2-3 &lt;i&gt;buah telor&lt;/i&gt;s to all the pakcik makciks she passed by. hahah. yes. that's my peberet little cousin right there. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-9/1213148/Picture4.jpg' width=612 height=444  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sorry to the people who aku ganggu for this shot.&lt;br /&gt;pakcik: aper nik orang makan pon nak amek gmbr.&lt;br /&gt;=DDDD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-9/1213148/Picture5.jpg' width=600 height=445  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i was walking pat blakang the bro in law then, i would have thrown eggs at the two pomp dancing infront tu coz they were &lt;s&gt;walking&lt;/s&gt; dancing so slowly that the people behind are like walking half step by half step. -_-" tarian melayu ehkkk.. *roll eyes*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-9/1213148/Picture7.jpg' width=612 height=444  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, thank you to the bacen peeps who came and menemani aku for half the day.&lt;br /&gt;and sori larh yer for any mood swings that i had that had caused any uncomfortableness. even rod nak amek gmbr dengan kakak aku x dapat coz i was having a mood swing then. =D its not fun nor exciting to have a wedding in the family k. so muzti understanding. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and it was kinda upsetting larh that i didnt get to see saza zainab and k haz's family. tho i did see the latter's duit envelope when we were counting the money last night. nyeh. but it was kinda expected coz i stayed at home almost the whole day instead of mingling around and helping out in the void deck. told the family that i want to jager the house padahal sajer jer aku malas nk turon. hehh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-9/1213148/Picture2.jpg' width=612 height=444  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh! did you see my frz bro in the green baju kurong and the second bro right next to him wearing a cap.... they looook so0o0 uncle uncle right in that shot? omigod!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;so signed, sealed............ and delivered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-9/1213148/Picture1.jpg' width=612 height=444  &gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s.: now that she's gone... i kinda miss having a sister at home....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s.s: cepat larh apply &lt;b&gt;k nazi!!&lt;/b&gt; =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-7744775906563388372?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/7744775906563388372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=7744775906563388372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/7744775906563388372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/7744775906563388372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/06/ahhh-i-dont-know-where-to-start.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-575350085462917437</id><published>2007-06-17T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T00:44:40.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;whoever dare say to my face that &lt;i&gt;weddings are fun&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;b&gt;i shall castrate them to death&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;mul&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ps: i'm like so0o0 damn excited for tomorrow................ *roll eyes*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-575350085462917437?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/575350085462917437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=575350085462917437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/575350085462917437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/575350085462917437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/06/whoever-dare-say-to-my-face-that.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-3974012954792769595</id><published>2007-06-14T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T23:31:49.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;at this time yesterday, i was excitedly ecstatic at the thought of going to pangkor with the dad's family. i love the dad's family. i treat all my cousins like they're my own siblings. so aper lagi pakcik makcik aku kan? i dont even find any problem staying the whole day at any of their houses doing nothing but slack on the sofa and rot. =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;but damnnnnn! the mum just HAD TO ask her sister along to go with us. i was damn pissed when the sis told me about it. the sis would be staying in one room with her husband by then. and gues WHO WILL BE STUCK IN A ROOM WITH THE MOM AND HER SISTER??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;its not that i dont like my mum's family. not being biased or anything butttt being around them is like maaaajor uncomfortableness [ahakz]. and they tend to be tooo sensitive! god i hate it when i crack joke and these people cant take it. they give me weird looks and later when they're gone, i'll surely be nagged at by the mum. so whats the point? i cant be a hypocrite and act all smiley2 goody two shoes infront of people, someone who is even &lt;b&gt;blood related&lt;/b&gt; to me. so why dont we just act like we dont know each other and move on with our lives.... oh WAIT! is that even something to be sensitive about?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;can i just not go? please... i'd rather stay at home alone [despite aku being a penakot besar] than being stuck with the makcik for 4 DAYS!!!! DIE I'D RATHER DIE!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;rodddddddddd aku is looking forward for ko to cheer aku up sokkkk.... jangan disappoint akuuuu.. =(((&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;p&gt;dee: &lt;b&gt;I LOVE YOU DEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;/b&gt; &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-3974012954792769595?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/3974012954792769595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=3974012954792769595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/3974012954792769595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/3974012954792769595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/06/at-this-time-yesterday-i-was-excitedly.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-6040869225627490141</id><published>2007-06-10T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T20:01:45.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;i really want to update. i really do. realy realy &lt;i&gt;realliiiieeee&lt;/i&gt;..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;but the point is, i really dont have any material to talk about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe tomorrow when we 4 peeps will be celebrating &lt;b&gt;rod&lt;/b&gt;'s bdae...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe the day after when we're gonna have the bbq with the [mengequote k mun]PSB[/unquote]. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe this sunday when the sis get married...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe even next week when our &lt;i&gt;big happy&lt;/i&gt; family will be going holiday-ing to &lt;b&gt;pangkor&lt;/b&gt;....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;so just watch out for it ehk? =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;mumul&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-6040869225627490141?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/6040869225627490141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=6040869225627490141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/6040869225627490141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/6040869225627490141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-really-want-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-4964361625714171163</id><published>2007-06-01T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T19:27:53.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;nazism: omigod wat were u doing looking at her breast ponnn?? and she's not cockyy larhhh.. god please stop being &lt;i&gt;jealous&lt;/i&gt; leh takkk? she has &lt;b&gt;personality&lt;/b&gt;! haaaaahhhh..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i think i have &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; bad manners when it comes to picking up the phone.. the house phone especiallie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mumul: *picks up d phone n pekik* MAK TENGAH SEMAYANG/DLM TANDAS/X DER PAT UMAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then my makcik/s [or worse, the naynek] will go "muuuuuulllll? mengamok?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah yeah i know. aku would have totally &lt;i&gt;kena&lt;/i&gt; smacked if i was right infront of them then. but you guys dont know how my house phone's rings k. its like so0o the damn old fashioned and irritating! especially when you're still sleeping, the moment you hear the phone ring, i can bet you a thousand bucks that you wont be able to get back to sleep after that. uh-huhhh.. its &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; irritating.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;buy me a new house phone that can do mp3nyer ringtone can? it'll be set to lagu 'yang ku cinta' by iwan. ahhh.. starting off the day with a little bit of dangdut is the way to live aye?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh i've just ordered the new harry potter book! omigod omigod &lt;b&gt;i'm eggcited&lt;/b&gt; larhhh! jom celebrate pi makan onion goreng! woohoooo~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;can we start mugging &lt;b&gt;seriously&lt;/b&gt; tomorrow?? like pleaseeee??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-4964361625714171163?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/4964361625714171163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=4964361625714171163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/4964361625714171163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/4964361625714171163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/06/nazism-omigod-wat-were-u-doing-looking.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-7214301729196406884</id><published>2007-05-31T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T15:17:21.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;for alll those people who didnt watch &lt;b&gt;miss universe 2007&lt;/b&gt;.. [like &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; sehhh.. could there be any more important things to do than watching &lt;b&gt;the&lt;/b&gt; miss universe? =P ]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;you know what caught my attention during the whole 2 hour show? ... erm... no.. not when miss rachel fell on her butt... i happen to like her k. =P so its really upsetting..... it was when mori-san came out in her evening gown and was strutting her stuff ala the models in antm.. haaaahhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-9/1213148/capt.b474da8973f04015962d1a1e3fd6db16.mexico_miss_universe__mogb11.jpg' width=342 height=345  &gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and the thing that pisses me off the most is when the crowd actually &lt;b&gt;boos&lt;/b&gt; at miss usa when she was doing her question answer thingy! kejam kan these people? not anyone can fall down and pick herself up real well like rachel did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-9/1213148/2007_05_28t232505_323x450_us_mexico_missuniverse.jpg' width=247 height=344  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even when everyone was boo-ing at her, she was still smiling! wuish i would have ran backstage and nanges sengsorang dlm tandas. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-9/1213148/2007_05_28t232442_294x450_us_mexico_missuniverse.jpg' width=225 height=344  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to everyone who criticised and boo-ed her, u guys suck.. =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;welll.. at least both of them got into the final five...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-9/1213148/r3879530508.jpg' width=379 height=234  &gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;though i cant deny the fact that i was kinda worried for a moment there when i saw miss korea in the top five because of the amount of attention she had been getting since she had won the miss korean title... but if you ask me, i think her face is kinda weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-9/1213148/misskorea.jpg' width=438 height=574  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on larhh &lt;i&gt;honey lee&lt;/i&gt;.. i know your face is all plastic but &lt;i&gt;please&lt;/i&gt;, be subtle k? that dimple and chin is just too muchhh..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and then its the final two.. i was kinda hoping that last year's result wont be repeating itself again... but no no! &lt;b&gt;riyo mori&lt;/b&gt; did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-9/1213148/r1404877613.jpg' width=379 height=268  &gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;did you see the face of the previous miss universe? like asking to be sepak-ed sehhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-9/1213148/r1561676036.jpg' width=380 height=274  &gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and whats &lt;b&gt;worst&lt;/b&gt; you ask?? its when she &lt;b&gt;dropped&lt;/b&gt; the crown while putting it on the new miss universe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-9/1213148/capt.558f7d16b72c449ba583fec1ff572e47.aptopix_mexico_miss_universe_2007_mogb122.jpg' width=255 height=344  &gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmmm.. looks like someone is unwilling to let go of her &lt;i&gt;miss universe&lt;/i&gt; title! hohoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-9/1213148/r1241765439.jpg' width=268 height=345  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucky mori-san caught the crown just in time. -_-"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and there you go people... the hottest miss universe ever! cheers! =))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-9/1213148/r2733160872.jpg' width=229 height=345  &gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-7214301729196406884?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/7214301729196406884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=7214301729196406884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/7214301729196406884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/7214301729196406884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/05/for-alll-those-people-who-didnt-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-8005020264020244598</id><published>2007-05-27T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T22:54:04.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'm hungry.... and lost.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;atokkkk!! ajar cucu ko &lt;b&gt;circuit analysis&lt;/b&gt; ahhh! eeeee eksyen ehk duluk aku tanyer circuit analysis how ko kater senang. haah aper lagi. jom ah mugging pat airport. =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;honestly sehhh.. who really cares about thevnin's theorem, ohms law.. and the likes.... god i hate all these people who create such bacen things for us to learn................................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;i wanna be sleeping beauty for the whole day tomorrow can??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-8005020264020244598?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/8005020264020244598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=8005020264020244598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/8005020264020244598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/8005020264020244598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-hungry.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-7542603184578344867</id><published>2007-05-24T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T21:43:38.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;tv shows withdrawal..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omigod omigod this week is the bodoh-est.&lt;br /&gt;lost... &lt;i&gt;gone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heroes... &lt;i&gt;gone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next top model... &lt;i&gt;gone&lt;/i&gt; [not without akunyer bacen complaining @ the youtube site over the bacen winner tho.... n no no people. this is not the one showing @ singapore right now. SEASON 8! and i'm telling you.... THE FINAL 2 SUCKS! =P ]&lt;br /&gt;one tree hill... dont know where......&lt;br /&gt;naruto and bleach only coming out tomorrow and i've been dying out of frustration since i got back from school today..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;next week's school days: &lt;b&gt;2 out of 7!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tho for d bacen remaining 5 days i will be in full mugging mode.... welll.. i &lt;b&gt;hope&lt;/b&gt; sooo... i've been trying in vain to study these past few days.. goddd.. betolnyer tak kuat sehh determination akuu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;nazism: before legs musti butt duluk butt! wuish!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-7542603184578344867?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/7542603184578344867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=7542603184578344867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/7542603184578344867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/7542603184578344867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/05/tv-shows-withdrawal.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-2198572523311727246</id><published>2007-05-21T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T21:53:32.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;lula: hahah but ehhh, at least aku tak pukol tendang &lt;i&gt;orang&lt;/i&gt;! haaaaah kan nayer.. but d temptation of meng&lt;i&gt;plastic surgery&lt;/i&gt; kan idong aku... -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dayan: ehh tapi korea2 memang famous nan plastic surgery ehk! wonder larh jgak kalo aku diborn pat korea, agaknyer akunyer idong lagi tajam takk? [hahah k i shud so0o stop with this hidong tingy. =P ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dianah: wahh aper lagi dee? jom ahhh! eh pgi crk chalet yg dlm ader pool pon bagos jgak ehk? hohoh. kalo gi2, aku raser aku reler tido. =))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zack: oh aku shall tuntot ko bacen!! ;P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;tomorrow's my last day with the hot japanese teacher. haish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh! i just realised that my msn nickname [for those yang jarang nampak aku online [walaupon aku online] so nickname aku tak terupdate2 in your list, its &lt;i&gt;yoko sensei wa aishteru desu&lt;/i&gt; which kinda means i love yoko sensei larh] may be quite... erm.. misleading for the np peepz. hahah! and we even got one japanese-chinese pomp in my class which of course so0o totally understand what my nick means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she even asked me "yoko is a woman's name right? obviously?"&lt;br /&gt;mul grins bacenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah welllll buat aper lah nak malu2 dengan pilihan hatiku yg suci murni nik ehkkk? =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;so eh eh &lt;i&gt;back to the past&lt;/i&gt;! really upset larh i wont be seeing her anymore. starting next term, i'm going to study psychology. though the psychology teacher is also a pomp, i doubt she's going to be as hot as my yoko sensei. *sobs*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;despite she bacenly giving me 10/20 for my writing compo test [I KNOW HOW TO WRITE IN HIRAGANA K!! HW AWESOME IS THAT??! wuish!], i still love her k..  see hw deep d love here is.. weeeeee... but 10/20.... i guess i accidentally paid more attention on her than on the paper during the test ehkk? *tsk2* -_-"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-2198572523311727246?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/2198572523311727246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=2198572523311727246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/2198572523311727246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/2198572523311727246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/05/lula-hahah-but-ehhh-at-least-aku-tak.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-3668970558888140919</id><published>2007-05-17T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T22:18:30.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-9/1213148/kim-ajoongba.jpg' width=520 height=308  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omigod omigod! if you watch &lt;b&gt;200 pounds of beauty&lt;/b&gt;, you would have recognised this pomp right??? n no, its not her &lt;i&gt;reel&lt;/i&gt; before after look, its the &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;real&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; one!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;all i can say is, thank god that she can &lt;i&gt;afford&lt;/i&gt; plastic surgery. it would have been such a waste... cos she's really hot k right now! and of course i'm like so totally in love with her. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;but really larh, check out &lt;a href="http://popseoul.com/tag/all-about-stars/plastic-fantastic/"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt; and you can see that all those &lt;i&gt;korean&lt;/i&gt; beauties you see on tv are mostly fake. heh. not that i mind larh... i'm just damn upset that i'm not as freaking rich as this lucky pomps.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;there's a reason why i made 'to be the most patient-est pomp on earth' as my new year solution. its so &lt;b&gt;i can stick with it&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god i dont know what hit me seh yesterday. someone acted very badly larh towards me and i got kinda sensitive about it... well.. not kinda... veeeeeery sensitive. heh. and the thing that was nearest to me then was the kayu jati meker makan. haaaaah kannn.. i punched that freaking table k. and i still cant move my fingers as freely as i should. its been a whoole day and yet i feel like taking an mc tomorrow.............. ahhh great idea aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;doctor~ i think i broke my fingers...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[hahah k exaggeration.... but &lt;i&gt;totally&lt;/i&gt; mc-worthy aite? u think?]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-3668970558888140919?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/3668970558888140919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=3668970558888140919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/3668970558888140919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/3668970558888140919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/05/omigod-omigod-if-you-watch-200-pounds.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-8261128068160190424</id><published>2007-05-07T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T11:44:34.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;god watching &lt;b&gt;eric and danielle&lt;/b&gt; won the amazing race felt like i was watching amazing race season 3 all over again, when &lt;b&gt;flo and zach&lt;/b&gt; won..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-9/1213147/flo.jpg' width=226 height=290  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes &lt;b&gt;this&lt;/b&gt; flo and zach. d flo who always kept whining and zach who dont know how to treat that kinda pomp. god! these people just dont deserve a million dollar larh..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;they just got lucky in the most important leg of the race, that is the final. if you want to see good racers, look at &lt;b&gt;dustin and kandice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-9/1213147/dustin.jpg' width=480 height=357  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes they are kinda sneaky but they are good k. they know how to play the game. you can see that from the number of legs that they had won.... this sucks sehhh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;my heart almost stopped from the tension during the last race when everyone's racing towards d finishing line. my leg hurts coz i kicked the bacen kayu chair when i saw that it was eric and danielle who are running towards the finishing line. my hand hurts coz i punched the wall while stepping to turn off the tv while phil was telling them that they won. i dont feel like going to school now dammit.................. =((((((((&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-8261128068160190424?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/8261128068160190424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=8261128068160190424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/8261128068160190424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/8261128068160190424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/05/god-watching-eric-and-danielle-won.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-1329231807557060439</id><published>2007-05-06T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T20:43:55.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;heh k it aint that &lt;i&gt;great&lt;/i&gt; as i *cough*bragged to you larh k &lt;b&gt;dee&lt;/b&gt;. but at least i did it k! dengan penoh semangatnyer! but i totallie need photoshop for a wow-able layout. =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;oggix is stupid. i lost all of u peoples tag. =( searching for another tagboard for the time being. so hold d comments on the new layout ehk? =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;zirah: eeeeeeee pompan hot cam aku sunggo x bleh jadi mentel tau. =) x kener! hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rodi: SPIDERMAN 3 COMING UP THIS WED!! woooohooo! digital dot digital!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dj: ok ok. since ko nan rod bacen nk stepping i miss yous nan aku.... i.. er.. take back wat i said last entry? =P u swit tongue-y people.. -_-"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-1329231807557060439?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/1329231807557060439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=1329231807557060439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/1329231807557060439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/1329231807557060439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/05/heh-k-it-aint-that-great-as-i-promised.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-1917888502560152761</id><published>2007-05-06T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T15:08:39.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;it kinda irritate me when i go thru my frenster's friends list, i cant recognize like half of them. cis. i dont know how you guys did it [especially yg stepping ada sampai 300 over friends tu..] but i feel like deleting these people away........ so0o... i did.. heh. =P soooo.. kalo ader yang aku tersalah delete.... &lt;i&gt;oops?&lt;/i&gt; ^_^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;yesterday while passing by tp nyer engwah, i kinda saw the trailer for &lt;b&gt;jangan pandang belakang&lt;/b&gt;. haaah at first cam da totally psyched to see the movie and was even thinking of calling the sissy up to ask her along. then i kinda remembered that i was supposed to be studying for my first peer tutoring lesson next week. nyeh. i had trouble sleeping last night. kept on checking the window. nik baru tengok trailer... cis. -_-"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;for those people who actually &lt;b&gt;enjoyed&lt;/b&gt; watching mr beans holiday, this teka-tekis are for you. heh. i watched 20 mins into it and ran away. its &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; lame k. *roll eyes*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEKA-TEKI YANG PERLU DIBERI PENAMPAR!!!...&lt;br /&gt;1)Lubang ape yang rasanye hangat, nikmat dan nyaman?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: LUBANGun pagi2, tarik selimut pas tu tido balik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Minyak ape yang disukai oleh lelaki?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: MINYAKsikan pertandingan bolasepak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Kuih ape yang bungkusnya di dalam, isinya di luar?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Kuih salah bikin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Binatang ape yang power dlm Bab berKarate?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Kuda belang.cube kira brape black belt dia ade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Siape yang menemukan dompet kulit?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Yang menemukan dompet kulit tersebut tolong pulangkan&lt;br /&gt;Kepada saye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)Pintu ape yang walaupun dengan 10 org pun tak leh nak tolak?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Pintu yang Ade tulis 'TARIK'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)Saya Ade 3 kepala, 4 tangan dan 5 kaki...siapakah saya?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Pembohong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)Apa dia 'Jauh di mata, dekat di hati'&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Usus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)Binatang ape yang seluruh anggota tubuhnya kat kepala?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Kutu rambut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)Nenek sape jalannya meloncat-loncat?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Neneknye si katak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)Kenape lelaki jarang kene penyakit anjing gila?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Sbb lelaki ni kan 'buaya'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)Ape beza sekretari baik ngan sekretari kurang baik?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: - Sekretari baik..................'Selamat pagi tuan’ Sekretari kurang baik...........'Dah pagi ni tuan'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13)Ape persamaan Michael Jordan ngan Michael Jackson?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Dua-dua tak kenal korang...hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14)Tukang ape yang kalau dipanggil, die menjenguk ke atas?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Tukang gali kubur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15)Nak mencari sikit punye Susah, bile dah dapat buang, ape bendanya?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Tahi hidung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16)Ape persamaan kain jemuran ngan telefon?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Dua-dua kalau dah 'kringgg' bole diangkat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17)Knape pokok kelapa kat depan rumah harus ditebang?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Mestilah kene tebang, sape nak cabut pokok kelapa. Gile ke pe...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18)Gajah terbang dengan ape?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Dengan susah payahnya...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-1917888502560152761?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/1917888502560152761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=1917888502560152761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/1917888502560152761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/1917888502560152761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/05/it-kinda-irritate-me-when-i-go-thru-my.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-3574052937439775212</id><published>2007-05-01T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T21:12:41.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;went out with the sis today. and i must say, it had been quite some time since we two went out together.. like just the two of us..... nik baru ader tunang, agak2 biler da kawen, macam maner larh plak ehkkk [heh. am acting like a bacenly jelez adek huh? how cute.. =P ]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and oh yeah! i saw someone today.. uh-huhhh.. yesterday i &lt;b&gt;dreamt&lt;/b&gt; that i bumped into someone i &lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt; like and yet in &lt;b&gt;real&lt;/b&gt; life, i saw someone who's the complete opposite.. the &lt;i&gt;irony&lt;/i&gt;...... though i must add that i was kinda grateful that she didnt see me. hoh it would be awkward if she did... like its gonna be very fake larhh.. and &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt; know how i hate being fake. raite raite? *winks*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;talking about bumping into someone, yesterday on the way home, i saw someone like &lt;b&gt;really hot&lt;/b&gt; k walking towards me at the bus stop! abeh aku pon stare jek ah cause i find her very familiar and all i could think of was &lt;i&gt;how can i forget someone this hot&lt;/i&gt; raite? then suddenly she said "da luper ker siaper?" and smiled like very hotly. wuish! for a moment there, aku cam terpegon skejapan. ahahah. &lt;b&gt;then&lt;/b&gt; i remembered that she's an np friend's elder sister. whoa. just when i thought that people could never look hott&lt;b&gt;er&lt;/b&gt;. but &lt;b&gt;she did&lt;/b&gt;! compared to when i saw her like beberaper bulan yang lepas.. haishh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i didnt have anyone hotter to minat, i would have gone running after her. hohoh. so you bacen person whom i happen to minat, berbangger larh dengan the fact that u have a very faithful peminat. nyiahahahahah..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway anyway, i've decided to stop being &lt;i&gt;accessible&lt;/i&gt; to allll of u bacen people! [yesh that includes you too k nazi despite the fact that school ko is only like a few feet away from mine..] uh-huhh. its upsetting k not being missed by anyone just cause they've seen me so often.. like for example.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i go out with zap, she'll talk about how she miss seeing rod..&lt;br /&gt;and when i go out with rod, she'll talk about how she miss seeing zap....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;abeh x der orang yang nak miss aku ker???&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore, i've decided to &lt;b&gt;see&lt;/b&gt; you guys only after the common test!! ... and thats like erm.. 5 weeks? so uh-huhh have fun missing me! =PPPPP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3wFay_dbVGE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3wFay_dbVGE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an unaired scene from &lt;b&gt;america's next top model&lt;/b&gt;. no spoilers larh.. dont worry. &lt;b&gt;brooke&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;caridee&lt;/b&gt; are just so funnily cute larhh.. &lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;have fun spending your wife's money dude..&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-3574052937439775212?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/3574052937439775212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=3574052937439775212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/3574052937439775212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/3574052937439775212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/05/went-out-with-sis-today.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-952751847106737820</id><published>2007-04-24T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T23:08:48.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;watched &lt;b&gt;next top model&lt;/b&gt; last sunday and to be honest, i really hate &lt;b&gt;anchal&lt;/b&gt;. i hate her more than i hate &lt;b&gt;monique&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;melrose&lt;/b&gt;, combined together. &lt;b&gt;they&lt;/b&gt; for one da memang bully-ers. but who the hell put themselves so willingly infront of bully-ers, asking to be bullied and kutok-ed like she did?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;she made herself look oh-so-insecure infront of people so of course people will talk about her behind her back aite? its just natural. so why the hell is she crying then? god sometimes i cant figure out how people's mind works.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;maybe i havent been kutok-ed so bad tahap aku nak nangis air mata darah gitu.. maybe i'm lucky.. i dont know.. or maybe i just stop caring.. because as you grow up, you see that its useless going about in life, thinking about what people think/say about you. yes. it may be untrue. yes. it may be hurtful. but the more you think about it, wont it just make you feel worse? wont you just hate the person more, dreading those times when you're going to see her [note the &lt;b&gt;her&lt;/b&gt; k. deny as much as you want but i think pomps are bigger gossiper than the lakiks. n of course i dont deny, i'm one of them. even those unlucky people who walked past me on the streets got kutok-ed. =) ] again.. life sucks when you think that it sucks. so stop making it suck. if you think you're cool, &lt;u&gt;then&lt;/u&gt; &lt;b&gt;you're cool&lt;/b&gt;. if you thin you're hot, &lt;u&gt;then&lt;/u&gt; &lt;b&gt;you're hot&lt;/b&gt;. screw whatever else people say..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;note: the blogger is &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; not talking from her own experience.. [really, you people dont need to be so paranoid that i had found out about your favourite past time which bacenly involve me] to be honest, she has forgotten how long it has been since someone last talked bad about her behind back.. ahhh.. &lt;b&gt;ignorance is bliss&lt;/b&gt;. but again, if the blogger has forgotten her &lt;b&gt;recent&lt;/b&gt; experiences in which she had reacted badly towards kutok-ing comments, please forgive her. &lt;b&gt;forgetfulness is bliss&lt;/b&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes you bacen friend of mine, this entry is also for you. i really dont mind you whining to me, but it's no use if you still think about it after venting it all out on me. =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-9/1213148/Picture8.jpg' width=588 height=466  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heheh, k this has been so0o long overdue.. but &lt;b&gt;this&lt;/b&gt; is &lt;i&gt;buket belacan&lt;/i&gt;... well..... &lt;i&gt;part of&lt;/i&gt;... taken from the pakcik's house. my favourite mesianyer hot spot. weeee~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;this week has been the slackest! wuish. kinda make me wish that i dont have to take that bacen advanced maths which is starting next week.... or maybe next 2 week? god i dont know. np really sucks in informing people of this kinda stuff..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh i've gotten my book prize money! heheh. now i can go to the facial this sun, &lt;i&gt;guilt-free&lt;/i&gt;! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-952751847106737820?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/952751847106737820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=952751847106737820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/952751847106737820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/952751847106737820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/04/watched-next-top-model-last-sunday-and.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-4269379450472789017</id><published>2007-04-22T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T12:54:59.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;dilah: haha omigod reallie?? &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt;'s you??! ehhhh aku pernah nampak ko k! aku even lalu &lt;b&gt;depan ko&lt;/b&gt; pat bus stop tauuu! dr jauh sehh aku nampak macam muker ko tapi takot paiseh salah orang so aku bwat bodoh jekk. -_-" hahah. &lt;br /&gt;how long has it been sehh tahap aku lalu depan ko pon ko x recognize k dilahh.. =(&lt;br /&gt;and eh, jangan nak eksyen for weeks ehkk, baru satu minggu sekolah. nyiahhahaha. =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;nazism: heheh x der ah. aku x minat tchr2 makrep aku sebegi2 tahap nak maen invite2 dorang nik sumer. ;)&lt;br /&gt;cis. x heran ah ko nak maen posh2 word nik sumer, as long as bukan pat aku!! upset k tgk akunyer lack of vocab.. =( pgi bobwal poshy nan k &lt;b&gt;amira&lt;/b&gt; ehkkk..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-4269379450472789017?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/4269379450472789017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=4269379450472789017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/4269379450472789017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/4269379450472789017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/04/dilah-haha-omigod-reallie-that-s-you.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-2716170772789187365</id><published>2007-04-21T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T15:46:55.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;god am damn pissed off. those people at &lt;b&gt;lost&lt;/b&gt; killed &lt;b&gt;nikki&lt;/b&gt;! they killed &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-9/1213147/wee.JPG' width=608 height=336  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like how heartless can someone be to kill her character off??? they dedicated one whole episode for her flashbacks.... &lt;b&gt;and they killed her&lt;/b&gt;. damn annoying. AND THE WAY SHE WAS KILLED! &lt;b&gt;ALIVE K! SHE WAS BURIED &lt;u&gt;ALIVE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! god lost sucks. if i cant control myself, this whole freaking entry would have been one written with a lot of maki-ing. it sucks k. go watch s3ep14, &lt;b&gt;then&lt;/b&gt; you know why i'm feel so over emo... saket ati kkkkkk!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-2716170772789187365?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/2716170772789187365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=2716170772789187365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/2716170772789187365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/2716170772789187365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/04/god-am-damn-pissed-off.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-8959353359142928495</id><published>2007-04-21T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T13:23:34.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-9/1213148/makrep.jpg' width=338 height=397  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;extracted 4rm makrep yearbook 2006&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. 4 sum reason i'm... erm bacenly disturbed by d 10 aggregates.... its 9 k! 9! and its not 13 larh! 12! [heh ok please, control urself 4rm sepak-ing aku ehkkk.. =) ]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-9/1213148/np2.jpg' width=491 height=297  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;extracted from a letter from np&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and who wud haf thot i'll get d best mark 4 my IAC? i  guess my &lt;i&gt;inspiring&lt;/i&gt; caucasian teacher loves me as much as i love him ehkkk?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;talking about IAC, i stumbled upon an np-electives-class friend nyer blog and aku pn cm kaypo2 ah nak tengok if she ever wrote anything about me... and she did! gues what she said? heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Individual &amp; the Community (IAC)&lt;br /&gt;This module can be really LECEH.&lt;br /&gt;Cause need to go out and do the project.&lt;br /&gt;This is freaking different than CATS lor.&lt;br /&gt;But I like it. Cause we get to do something that is so close to home.&lt;br /&gt;And my group is UBER FUN lar.&lt;br /&gt;Mainly cause of Mul. Hehe. She's the Hyper one in the group.&lt;br /&gt;The lecturer is an Angmoh~&lt;br /&gt;And he's super HAPPENING lar~&lt;br /&gt;Darn HYPER also. Haha."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohoh. a class is fun bcoz of me... hw swit is she? [... heh ok shhe didnt know that i know her blog. *winks* ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;i &lt;i&gt;really really really&lt;/i&gt; cant wait for my facial appointment next week!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;fas: hahah aku dr 2arik terpk sehh aper larh ko smangat suro aku 2ron sch ko... abeh td br syasyams blg ader maulid aku cm ohhhhh... hehh.. alahhh.. x pree ah.. cis =P&lt;br /&gt;n oh! aku tau despite ko mengaterkan begi2, ko stil wish ko is one of these ppl yg ader can ntok dibuli oleh aku. heeez. =))) cpat dtg jumpi aku meh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;dj: ehhhhhh saper nik yg saybok2 nakkan hempon aku tahap sanggop raber2 kocek sluar aku ahhh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;nazism: heh. hate to tell u this akak sayang.. but she &lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt; waaaay hotter than u! nyiaahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;and please larh, jgn nk stepping pakai word posh2 tahap aku kener nengok dictionary 4 makner kkkkk... =P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;zack: hahah aper nikkk zack pakai tagboard aku as portal ntok ko declare love ko pat sumer org haaaah? ntok &lt;b&gt;aku&lt;/b&gt; jekk k acceptable! =P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-8959353359142928495?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/8959353359142928495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=8959353359142928495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/8959353359142928495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/8959353359142928495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/04/heh_21.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-5454728181813949868</id><published>2007-04-18T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T21:56:42.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;watashiwa muri desu. dozo yoroshiku&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahah. i love d name &lt;b&gt;muri&lt;/b&gt;. it sounds so0o......... japanese? heheh. ok. i just &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; it when d hot teacher call me that. like omigod dernyer slang jepon sumer... wuish! ....... ahhh ok i should probably start from the start ehkkk..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;had my first &lt;b&gt;basic japanese&lt;/b&gt; lesson yesterday. and when i read my timetable, saw d teacher's name is &lt;b&gt;hirata yoko&lt;/b&gt; and i dont know why, the first face that popped in my head was of some old lady with grey hairs and a gentle smile and...... basically, she's just old larh..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;so when i stepped into class yesterday, the moment i pushed the door open, teros the teacher pusing and looked to see who's the bacen student of hers who came in real late (^_^). aku pon of course looked around to see which one is the teacher ahh... and there she is! looking like she just stepped out from the tv! ... with her gorgeous hair.. fair skin... jepon-ish eyes... petit nose..... like omigod she's perfect!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok larh i've seen waaay hotter people than my dear sensei [sophia bush!] but &lt;b&gt;this is real life&lt;/b&gt; k! how often do you get to see a reaaaalie hot pomp like the ones in the tv? i swore i could have heard my heart drop right there and then.... haishhhhh.. &lt;i&gt;so move over matsushima nanako, &lt;b&gt;hirata yoko is heeereeee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; =))))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yoko sensei: muri-san?&lt;br /&gt;muri: haik! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-5454728181813949868?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/5454728181813949868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=5454728181813949868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/5454728181813949868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/5454728181813949868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/04/watashiwa-muri-desu.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-6847878687935815911</id><published>2007-04-16T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T14:49:29.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;eeeeee aper maksod nik korg duer nk tentang kater2 aku pat last entry????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nazism: itu pasal ko terlalu embarrassed ntok notice konyer surrounding. wuish! kan dekat nan interchange. so byk org! ahhhh kann..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;radhiah: ehh! saper yg 2nggu saper nik? aku ckp korg dtg 10.20, korg dtg 10.20 ahhhh!! =PPP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm sick. i'm allergic to school. runny nose. idong tersumbat dlm kelas tahap i can suffocate to death. senggugot. saket tekak tahap aku nk stepping bwat advertisement &lt;i&gt;fishermen&lt;/i&gt; where satu lakik nik masokkan tangan der dalam tekak n garok tekak der. wahhhh kagom k!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;............... i wanna go home n watch &lt;b&gt;amazing race&lt;/b&gt;! selamat taaak agaknyer dustin n kandice aku 2 ehkkk?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-6847878687935815911?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/6847878687935815911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=6847878687935815911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/6847878687935815911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/6847878687935815911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/04/eeeeee-aper-maksod-nik-korg-duer-nk.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-5723483120652188384</id><published>2007-04-14T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T20:56:36.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;heh. &lt;b&gt;now&lt;/b&gt; i know how it feels like to have an overdose of friends. it makes u high even days after..... which is quite useful since school is only..... a day away.... god!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;yesterday started off quite dull though since &lt;b&gt;everyone&lt;/b&gt; was late... n bukan 5-10 minit late k... like half an hour or more kinda late..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;first stop: raffles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rod n dj, miting up @ 9.50 but these people arrived @ 10.20 [yep. i'm keeping a record here. =P ]&lt;br /&gt;so while waiting 4 them, conquered the whole.. erm.. bench? complete dgn dok bersiler with my beg and stuffs all over. ader larh jgak orang jeling2 and some yg just dudok, tolak cket beg aku, ignoring akunyer 'conquering aura'. ah well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;second stop: tiong bahru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zapi, miting up @ 10.00 but she arrived @ 10.45 [at least she had a better excuse than d 2 bacen ppl mentioned above k...]&lt;br /&gt;called zapi: kitorg jalan duluk k since ko cam lambat abez jer nik..&lt;br /&gt;zapi: ah tak per tak per. aku just jumper korg pat saner. *oooh did i sense a hint of disappointment?? =P *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few mins later&lt;br /&gt;called zapi: eh kiter da sampai jurong point tau. abeh cam lapar abez gi2. kiter order makanan duluk bleh?&lt;br /&gt;rodi [background voice]: eh dijah! pinjam limer ploh sen! aku nk blik air!&lt;br /&gt;zapi: ahhh tak per tak per. makan duluk ah..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;heheh. of course we didnt leave her. we were @ tiong bahru all the while. but must admit ah, her reaction of kener tinggal was waaay better than atok's who was once late and i told her to go to ngee ann all by herself since aku and zap had &lt;i&gt;supposedly&lt;/i&gt; reached there instead of waiting 4 her @ d mrt station. heheh. she was being so dramatic. omigod atokk!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;so the point here is, mul is not a cruel person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;she may tell lies...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[at tiong bahru]&lt;br /&gt;mul: eh! tu zapi! *point at a makcik who's coming towards us from afar*&lt;br /&gt;rod: *looks @ d makcik and confidently waved peace signs with &lt;b&gt;both&lt;/b&gt; her hands and was oh so ready to jump excitedly at the prospect of zapi &lt;b&gt;finally&lt;/b&gt; reaching tiong bahru when she heard me let out a big hearty laugh at her ridiculuousness, and started hitting me with her &lt;b&gt;big&lt;/b&gt; umbrella*&lt;br /&gt;god i was just glad the makcik never noticed her k. because i was glad &lt;b&gt;for&lt;/b&gt; her. see! am not cruel afterall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;she may make you look and &lt;b&gt;feel&lt;/b&gt; like a crazy slenger pomp...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[while crossing the road, saw kak nazi crossed halfway and was walking towards the &lt;b&gt;real&lt;/b&gt; traffic light. decided to let her do what she wanna do and i just crossed teros to the other side of the road when i saw her talking and &lt;b&gt;actively&lt;/b&gt; flailing her hands about for a few seconds when she turned around and realised that i wasnt even near her! wuish! for a moment there, i thought she was oh so about ready to be swallowed by the ground. ^_^ ]&lt;br /&gt;mul: i can so0o understand konyer need of talking to yourself once in awhile.. *grinz*&lt;br /&gt;k nazi: *pretend that she never heard anything and dengan lajunyer dier jalan meninggalkan aku*&lt;br /&gt;and of course i was kinda upset for her because there were like &lt;b&gt;plenty&lt;/b&gt; of people at the traffic light. =) see! am not cruel afterall..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoh! blogging &lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt; fun when its for d sole purpose of kutok-ing people. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;god i've never thought i'd feel like this but i really &lt;b&gt;am&lt;/b&gt; gonna miss my manager. despite only working for her for 2 days [inik bukan kes aku kejer 2 ari da quit k. dorg tukar management larhhh].. and despite kebapokan der... heheh. at first when i saw &lt;s&gt;her&lt;/s&gt;him, i was kinda prejudiced larh of course. but she... god! am just gonna refer to der by dernyer &lt;b&gt;original&lt;/b&gt; gender which is &lt;b&gt;he&lt;/b&gt; larh k... he turned out to be the bestest manager i've ever had. [and thats really something k considering how many jobs and managers i've had before..] and just now when he's about to go, he said to me:&lt;br /&gt;manager: adik boleh tak sorang2? akak nak pegi bank.. eh! akak plak.. abang.. abang nk pegi bank. *then der ketawer2 sendiri.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone who can laugh at his own sexuality, not demanding of his staff, constantly teasing his staff to lighten up the situation... &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;the bestest manager ever!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-5723483120652188384?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/5723483120652188384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=5723483120652188384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/5723483120652188384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/5723483120652188384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/04/heh.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-9012518981275403951</id><published>2007-04-07T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T00:50:09.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;school is onlie like.. a week away... and u dun noe hw much i've been dreading it sehh. its like almost &lt;b&gt;everydae&lt;/b&gt; i'm schooling from 8-5! [oopz. sori 4 complaining larh ehk my dear rp peeps. =P cant help it if &lt;b&gt;ur&lt;/b&gt; time table sucks too. =D ]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mondae: 8 - 5 [which, i must add, has a huuuge 3 hour gap for break which i could have used 4 sleep if the bacen people had onlie make d class start a &lt;b&gt;bit&lt;/b&gt; later...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesdae: 9 - 5 [despite it being my electives dae and i had soo0o0 smartly chose the evening one which is from 1-5, my advanced maths class just had to be selit-ed in pepagi k... -_-" ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesdae: 9 - 6 [&lt;b&gt;again&lt;/b&gt;, maths class in d morn..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursdae: 8 - 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fridae: 8 - 3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;now&lt;/b&gt; i dun noe which one sucks more.... &lt;i&gt;d holidae&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;d schooling daes&lt;/i&gt;.....? -_-"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;how do u noe that ur life is &lt;b&gt;screwed&lt;/b&gt;? like &lt;b&gt;damn&lt;/b&gt; screwed...?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....... when u start doing stuffs &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;in d hope&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; of forgetting other stuffs.... and yet u stil fail &lt;b&gt;each&lt;/b&gt; n &lt;b&gt;everytime&lt;/b&gt;.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;life sucks..... &lt;i&gt;and i think blogging is boring..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-9012518981275403951?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/9012518981275403951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=9012518981275403951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/9012518981275403951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/9012518981275403951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/04/school-is-onlie-like.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-119196881423033100</id><published>2007-04-03T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T18:11:04.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;had fun yesterdae with atok n zapi.... guess where we went tho?&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;my school! hahah. my bacen school. we are &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; bored kk.. so decided to just laypark in d school lib and watch sum movies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and actually for quite some time i've had my eye on citer &lt;b&gt;wrong turn&lt;/b&gt; since ader &lt;b&gt;eliza dushku&lt;/b&gt; maen but since its a thriller, its kinda boring watching it by yourself larh kan. so forced these 2 bacen frenz of mine 2 watch it w me n guez wat??? it was damn gory siaaa.... i was so glad i didnt watch it myself. i would have run screaming if i was alone. =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and there's this one scene where eliza was caught by the weird i-dont-know-what-kinda-creatures-they-are-since-if-its-human-why-they-are-so-stubborn-and-refuse-to-die-walau-aper-pon and she was screaming for help. looked @ zapi excitedly and said "ehhhhh gigi der lawa sehhh!" and continued to ogle her gigi for like the next 3 mins. hohoh. &lt;b&gt;eliza dushku is so damn hot larh people&lt;/b&gt;... ish!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;a souvenir from todae =P :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-9/1213148/Image015.jpg' width=640 height=480  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;aishah: eeee tgh upset n embarrassed abez sehhh... maner larh sempat nk express2 gratitude nik smer. heheh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-119196881423033100?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/119196881423033100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=119196881423033100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/119196881423033100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/119196881423033100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/04/had-fun-yesterdae-with-atok-n-zapi.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14792460.post-3182884504673563782</id><published>2007-03-25T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T19:16:43.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;if i fail my maths tomorow.... &lt;i&gt;i'm so0o0 gonna blame my mum&lt;/i&gt;. realli! i'm not gonna admit tat am a stupid kid hu cant do her maths even after like a thousand times doing it, ........... so unnecessary aye?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;was studying at wdland lib yest ard 8 plus when d mummy called "&lt;i&gt;KO BLOM NK BALEK2 LG?? DA MALAM 2!!&lt;/i&gt;" even tho aku just ignore kater2 der and continued to study, i couldnt seem to process anyting... d power of a mother's words huh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;then td pagi after 2sen dok pat toa payohnyer mcdonald 2 study [reallie, diz fav mcdonald of mine is waaaay quieter than toa payoh lib k. -_-" ] when d makcik hu went 2 jb diz morn with my mom called and said "&lt;i&gt;balek cpat tlg mak angkat barang pat bwh. ader banyak nik&lt;/i&gt;" and i haf no other choice but 2 go home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;abeh cam da mapek ah. got realllie frustrated coz i got quite a lot more 2 study and d bacen xm is tomorow. so i started to cry all d way dr mcdonald smpai umah. and k. nik yg part aku nk citer [kalo x, aper maksod larh kan aku bwat entry stakat nk blg pasal aku nangez cm bdak kecik tgh2 jalan... =P]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was waiting 4 d uncle's car dtg pat bawah jembatan so aku pn dok jek ah pat tangger2. abeh cm x der org so aku pn ikotkan ati nangez esak2 sumer. what i didnt realise is tat, ader diz one boy ciner, muker cm pri 1 pri 2 gi2 ah. dr jauh aku da nampak der jalan towards aku n i tried to stop crying coz paisehkan nk nangez dpan bdk kecik, but it juz got worse seh. abeh diz bdak realie cute tau. der dtg pat aku dgn muker concerned sumer troz tanyer "&lt;b&gt;whats wrong?&lt;/b&gt;", "&lt;b&gt;where u stay?&lt;/b&gt;", "&lt;b&gt;what u doing here?&lt;/b&gt;" hahah. god i felt like &lt;b&gt;i'm&lt;/b&gt; d 5 year old kid hu got separated 4rm her mum and &lt;b&gt;he's&lt;/b&gt; d one hu's going 2 bring me 2 d police for help. heheh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;but aku x layan der sgt ah so he just walked away. then when d mummy came, aku pn angkat barang and headed back home. on d way, i passed d playground abeh der ader pat c2 nga maen2. aku bwat2 x nampak jek but dat boy, d moment der nampak aku, troz der kejar and just walked belakang aku dgn senyap all da way sampai dkat lip. der nampak aku masok lip jek br der jalan.. hahah omigod i haf a small kid 4 a guardian angel! hohoh. very sweet k. kinda cheered me up 4 a moment there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;....... n oh! why too much maths is bad? like veeery bad? it makes me kinda miss &lt;b&gt;k nazi&lt;/b&gt;... thats &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;totalie&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; bad aite? hahah. cant be helped k if konyer tulisan [and drawing] is all over notes aku. =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14792460-3182884504673563782?l=mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/feeds/3182884504673563782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14792460&amp;postID=3182884504673563782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/3182884504673563782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14792460/posts/default/3182884504673563782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mumul-ind-nile.blogspot.com/2007/03/if-i-fail-my-maths-tomorow.html' title=''/><author><name>mumul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16198038322611959321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
