<?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-6679155573302592818</id><updated>2011-11-17T07:20:41.370-08:00</updated><category term='movie'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='photography'/><category term='celebrity'/><category term='random'/><category term='video'/><category term='music'/><category term='tag'/><category term='cats'/><category term='school'/><category term='blog'/><category term='outing'/><category term='phone'/><category term='hair'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>SAY WHAAAAAAT?!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>229</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6679155573302592818.post-5022762378049562994</id><published>2011-11-14T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T07:39:34.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I fucking hate smart asses you know that?&lt;br /&gt;I mean it's okay if you don't make me feel like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;I know you're fucking smarter than me with words but I'm way better than you in everything else, just saying.&lt;br /&gt;Like really dude. There's no need for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of SPM was today. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still checking out new BTR songs.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry 'bout that. But for realz some of them got me into tears.&lt;br /&gt;It's so different, there's no describing their genre in one word.&lt;br /&gt;They've grown so much since the last album.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a proud momma. :')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-5022762378049562994?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/5022762378049562994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=5022762378049562994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/5022762378049562994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/5022762378049562994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-fucking-hate-smart-asses-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6679155573302592818.post-4406623149366717126</id><published>2011-11-09T22:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T22:37:45.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know nobody reads this anymore, this won't even affect you, just needed to get this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah S.W.T. is really testing my patience right now.&lt;br /&gt;All the great exciting things just have to happen when I'm this close to SPM.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody even knows what I'm feeling right now. I don't even know.&lt;br /&gt;I want to concentrate on my studies. I need to.&lt;br /&gt;But when you're attached to something so bad, you just can't live without it.&lt;br /&gt;I call them life-ruiners. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zihxdamiwe,skajowrmaionmu,oix,acmcxaahhahhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-4406623149366717126?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/4406623149366717126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=4406623149366717126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/4406623149366717126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7AGHk4ZptJc/TilcIsN9LUI/AAAAAAAAAEY/CZj1lMmL42k/s1600/kendallhair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7AGHk4ZptJc/TilcIsN9LUI/AAAAAAAAAEY/CZj1lMmL42k/s320/kendallhair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632134113381920066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to snap a photo of my boyfriend from the passenger seat while he was driving :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-4871279038392282323?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/4871279038392282323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6679155573302592818.post-3655851217746049691</id><published>2011-02-21T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T07:13:37.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CARLOS GARCIA WHYY ARE YOU SO STUPID?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object style="height: 300px; width: 500px;"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jQEapkMIn80?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jQEapkMIn80?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="500" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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daily schedule because you watch vids of them on youtube which leads you to more videos of them on youtube and keeps going on and on and on and you forget other important things that have to be done and you feel your life is messed up and you feel like quitting everything just to spend your time on that one thing you're obsessed about that it makes you wanna break down and cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;What am i gonna do? :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-5803109113935880818?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/5803109113935880818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6679155573302592818.post-15282835165903625</id><published>2011-02-14T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T07:03:13.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LxxXkJc4kXc" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so much better now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-15282835165903625?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/15282835165903625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6679155573302592818.post-1010141778655555907</id><published>2011-02-03T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T00:31:11.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GOT PROBLEM LAH YOU.&lt;br /&gt;AND EVERYONE THINKS IT'S ME WITH THE FUCKING PROBLEM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-1010141778655555907?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/1010141778655555907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=1010141778655555907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-8558514159201068149?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/8558514159201068149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=8558514159201068149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/8558514159201068149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/8558514159201068149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-tell-me.html' title='YOU TELL ME'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-2372862305164760802</id><published>2011-01-19T04:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T04:53:27.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't know if anyone will be reading this but...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's a corny / cheesy / lame poem for the fifth formers of SMK Taman Sea 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses are red,&lt;br /&gt;Violets are blue,&lt;br /&gt;I hate to admit,&lt;br /&gt;But I freaking miss you :((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-2372862305164760802?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/2372862305164760802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=2372862305164760802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/2372862305164760802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/2372862305164760802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2011/01/dont-know-if-anyone-will-be-reading.html' title='Don&apos;t know if anyone will be reading this but...'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-7818250277749340430</id><published>2011-01-04T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T00:51:18.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 is here</title><content type='html'>Yes, yes it is.&lt;br /&gt;Now please excuse me while I... study for S effing P M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-7818250277749340430?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/7818250277749340430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=7818250277749340430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/7818250277749340430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/7818250277749340430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011-is-here.html' title='2011 is here'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-337090142487544899</id><published>2010-12-20T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T05:00:36.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rurrr</title><content type='html'>tak tahan dah semua orang.&lt;br /&gt;SEMUA ORANG ADA MASALAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-___________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trust me if i couldnt control myself all these years you would be all bloody and bruised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the smiles youve been seeing, yeah all fake ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-337090142487544899?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/337090142487544899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=337090142487544899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/337090142487544899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/337090142487544899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2010/12/rurrr.html' title='rurrr'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-3283230784964039615</id><published>2010-12-10T23:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T01:32:42.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The reason</title><content type='html'>I didn't want you to get me the album is because&lt;br /&gt;I GOT IT MYSELF! HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I voiced out my opinion too soon.&lt;br /&gt;My Chem still is awesome. Still don't get the BL/ind. stuff though.&lt;br /&gt;Majority of the songs are really good.&lt;br /&gt;Very different, but good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Majority.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-3283230784964039615?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/3283230784964039615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=3283230784964039615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/3283230784964039615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/3283230784964039615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2010/12/reason.html' title='The reason'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-725634376014649193</id><published>2010-12-09T21:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T21:56:38.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lemme get something straight.</title><content type='html'>About the last post, I have NOTHING against MCR and I do not hate them.&lt;br /&gt;I was just saying that I prefer the older albums and that I'm not that enthusiastic about this one compared to the previous ones alright? No reason to hate me babes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-725634376014649193?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/725634376014649193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=725634376014649193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/725634376014649193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/725634376014649193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2010/12/lemme-get-something-straight.html' title='Lemme get something straight.'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-4175988802379263957</id><published>2010-12-07T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T19:46:16.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On second thoughts,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't get me Danger Days (mcr's latest album). It's saddens me.&lt;br /&gt;If you're one of those idiots who say "If you're a true fan, you'll like them either way"&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, true fans would like them mainly for their music.&lt;br /&gt;I love(d) them because of the music they used to make.&lt;br /&gt;Why won't peole undestand that not everybody has the same taste in music?&lt;br /&gt;-___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span jsid="text"&gt;&lt;div id="id_4cfef71dd918a7d50986061" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed"&gt;They added techno to the beginning of a song and that made me go wtf. I want the all-rock MCR :(&lt;br /&gt;Oh, plus, they have this thing called Better Living Industries on youtube. Seriously pointless shit that wasted my time -.-&lt;br /&gt;Also this new album t&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;hey added a whole lot of new stuff which is kinda cool la but really not necessary.&lt;br /&gt;Why are they trying so hard to be different when we (most of the fans) loved them the way they were? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope they'll change my mind once i hear the whole album :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-4175988802379263957?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/4175988802379263957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=4175988802379263957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/4175988802379263957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/4175988802379263957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2010/12/on-second-thoughts.html' title='On second thoughts,'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-1661795918466490802</id><published>2010-11-18T07:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T07:08:12.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HP7 PART 1 ; CHECK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Watched it. Almost cried. Honestly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When we got out of the cinema I heard some girl say "Boleh tahan laa".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wanted to punch her in the face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-1661795918466490802?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/1661795918466490802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=1661795918466490802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/1661795918466490802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/1661795918466490802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2010/11/hp7-part-1-check.html' title='HP7 PART 1 ; CHECK'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-2539115244778754558</id><published>2010-11-14T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T06:12:40.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAI</title><content type='html'>Just came back from my mom's annual Bakti camp in which ALMa collaborates with Petronas and it was the bomb!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-2539115244778754558?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/2539115244778754558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=2539115244778754558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/2539115244778754558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/2539115244778754558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2010/11/hai.html' title='HAI'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-2825558359266038545</id><published>2010-11-09T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T05:51:16.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT? YOU OWE ME MY 16TH BIRTHDAY PRESENT?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GET ME DANGER DAYS : THE TRUE LIVES OF THE FABULOUS KILLJOYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GOOGLE / WIKI IT IF YOU'RE TOO DUMB TO KNOW WHAT THAT IS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-2825558359266038545?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/2825558359266038545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=2825558359266038545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/2825558359266038545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/2825558359266038545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-you-owe-me-my-16th-birthday.html' title='WHAT? YOU OWE ME MY 16TH BIRTHDAY PRESENT?'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-7211551990797348548</id><published>2010-11-09T04:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T04:21:40.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HATE IT #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AMAZING, COOL, AWESOME PEOPLE WHO ARE SUPER GOOD AT DIGITAL ART.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-7211551990797348548?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/7211551990797348548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=7211551990797348548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/7211551990797348548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/7211551990797348548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2010/11/hate-it-2.html' title='HATE IT #2'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6679155573302592818.post-9140999962605530565</id><published>2010-11-08T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T23:26:34.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HATE IT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHEN THE WATER FROM THE SHOWER DOESN'T COME OUT FULL BLAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-9140999962605530565?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/9140999962605530565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=9140999962605530565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/9140999962605530565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/9140999962605530565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2010/11/hate-it.html' title='HATE IT'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-5771022664099898854</id><published>2010-11-07T01:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T01:07:39.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>Hello, Helloooooo. HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;Omgz charlieissocoollike is so awesome I'm gonna die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-5771022664099898854?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/5771022664099898854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=5771022664099898854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/5771022664099898854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/5771022664099898854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2010/11/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-8974281032571130863</id><published>2010-11-01T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T05:20:16.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW</title><content type='html'>A NEW POST AFTER 2 WHOLE MONTHS.&lt;br /&gt;Just felt like typing something to push the older posts down 'cause they're really old :/&lt;br /&gt;I removed my cbox 'cause there's so much shit in there.&lt;br /&gt;I keep saying I want to delete this damn blog but I never do.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think I will.&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I'm typing to push the older posts down. Ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-8974281032571130863?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/8974281032571130863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=8974281032571130863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/8974281032571130863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/8974281032571130863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2010/11/wow.html' title='WOW'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-9100759377822470709</id><published>2010-08-29T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T08:35:39.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you heard the news that you're dead?</title><content type='html'>I'm in love with the acoustic version of Right Girl by The Maine.&lt;br /&gt;Go check . Go go go. It's your loss if you don't.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, everyone's blogs are either abandoned, deleted, moved, relinked or blocked.&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I'm not invited to Arshad's and someone's blog.&lt;br /&gt;And to be frank, I really don't care.&lt;br /&gt;Because I think I'm abandoning mine too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE FREAKS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-9100759377822470709?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/9100759377822470709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=9100759377822470709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/9100759377822470709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/9100759377822470709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2010/08/have-you-heard-news-that-youre-dead.html' title='Have you heard the news that you&apos;re dead?'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-1515964883900751862</id><published>2010-08-21T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T01:23:24.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ROCKYYYYYYY.</title><content type='html'>You see, I have an extreme soft spot for animals. The reasons why I don't want to have cats anymore is because I can't stand seeing them in pain, seeing them die or losing them in any way. I was shivering when my uncle told this cold, kinda gory episode about what happened to Rocky. I came back and saw small blood splatters in his cage. He's lucky to be alive, my poor Rocky :'(&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for my uncle, he'd probably be dead by now.&lt;br /&gt;I DONT WANT ANYMORE CATS AFTER THIS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-1515964883900751862?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/1515964883900751862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=1515964883900751862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/1515964883900751862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/1515964883900751862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2010/08/rockyyyyyyy.html' title='ROCKYYYYYYY.'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-5087746451717362146</id><published>2010-08-18T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T08:04:52.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;Drop the dagger and laugh at the blood on your hands, Romeo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yYFWy4foE5U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/yYFWy4foE5U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Sharpest Lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My Chemical Romance&lt;br /&gt;Piano Tribute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-5087746451717362146?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/5087746451717362146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=5087746451717362146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/5087746451717362146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/5087746451717362146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-want.html' title='I WANT.'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-5237697518511295676</id><published>2010-08-05T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T03:36:03.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SO. MANY. EVENTS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;SO. LITTLE. TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sports Day, AGM, prefects installation, other schools' installation, leo installation, soccerthon, hari koko, hi-tea, fasting month, exams, studies, prefects page in school magazine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;studies. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL LIKE DELETING MY FACEBOOK ACCOUNT. &gt;:(]&lt;br /&gt;but there're so many good things to watch :(&lt;br /&gt;IT'S BADLY ADDICTIVE. BAD! BAD! &gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For some reason, non-prefects weren't allowed to perform, even with prefects, for installation this year. That was a statement that really bummed Afrina and I. Pn. Surita specifically stated that they're allowed in a band, but not duet. Aneh. But then I got to perform with Chris, Syahir and Asyrul, which was pretty awesome. They're the best dudes when it comes to guitars. (Y) :D&lt;br /&gt;We named ourselves &lt;u&gt;Heartbeat&lt;/u&gt;, since we weren't The Hot Attics or&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The Tic-Tac-Toes&lt;/span&gt;. HAR HAR.&lt;br /&gt;It was Friday when Asyrul mentioned he liked Misery Business but I'm like, "Whoa man, it's well out of my range".&lt;br /&gt;Decided on Crushcrushcrush on Sunday. Didn't practice much and didn't even audition in front of Pn. Surita. EXCO dance was choreographed and practiced for 2 hours. Power, kan? All in all, installation was fun.&lt;br /&gt;I will, very much miss the graduates and I cannot imagine my life as a prefect without them. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very very lazy to blog about anything now, so&lt;br /&gt;SELAMAT BERPUASA EVERYBODY. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-5237697518511295676?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/5237697518511295676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=5237697518511295676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/5237697518511295676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/5237697518511295676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-many-events.html' title='SO. MANY. EVENTS.'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-9048005434107148384</id><published>2010-07-27T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T07:03:15.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah, lama</title><content type='html'>Thiswholemonthi'vebeenverybusy.&lt;br /&gt;sorrythisisntonpurpose. something wrongwithmy space barr.&lt;br /&gt;beh.&lt;br /&gt;Prefectsprefectsprefects. Installation is tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I do well.&lt;br /&gt;I'm honestly very very nervous.&lt;br /&gt;More nervous than I was last year.&lt;br /&gt;Even though this year's preperation started quite earlier, we end up doing the stuff last minute.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh my space bar is okay again.&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Damn I really don't feel like blogging anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Bye?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-9048005434107148384?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/9048005434107148384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=9048005434107148384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/9048005434107148384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/9048005434107148384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2010/07/yeah-lama.html' title='yeah, lama'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-679030295613311562</id><published>2010-07-19T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T07:47:57.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, okay</title><content type='html'>Sudah lama saya tidak update.&lt;br /&gt;Well i've been busy. And I mean, really busy.&lt;br /&gt;With Installation and all.&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from Camp.&lt;br /&gt;Kem Ibadah. It was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;So sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;ZzZzZZzZzZzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-679030295613311562?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/679030295613311562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=679030295613311562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/679030295613311562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/679030295613311562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2010/07/wow-okay.html' title='Wow, okay'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-8088982592235443310</id><published>2010-07-02T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T03:27:10.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY?!?! WHAII?!?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>That is a question that is meant for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;fifth-formers who chose me as the secretary for almost every event&lt;/span&gt;, to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Another batch of Ozzies came again, on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;I kid not when I tell you they're the friendliest people I've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;I miss them already eventhough I spoke to each of them for less than 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;They gave us some souvenirs from Australia and I kinda feel bad for not giving anything back :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another school came on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;They were one hour late -.-&lt;br /&gt;They were okay i guess.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, RKA day passed and I'm still alive.&lt;br /&gt;Whoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He. Is. Such. An. ASSHOLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today went like almost every saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Grandma comes knocking on my door at 6.50, waking me up for Karate.&lt;br /&gt;I got ready and went to the living room and sat on the wing chair while Aiman was on the couch and Adri on the other couch.&lt;br /&gt;Apa lagi, sambil tunggu, tidur lah ;D&lt;br /&gt;Tiga-tiga tidur.&lt;br /&gt;If you must know, that's always what happens before Karate. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Then my dad took some snapshots of all of us sleeping in our Karate clothes on couches. Hahaha. (I woke up slightly when the flash hit my face :/)&lt;br /&gt;And woke us up at 7.20.&lt;br /&gt;Today's Karate training was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole month is gonna be effing busy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-8088982592235443310?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/8088982592235443310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=8088982592235443310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/8088982592235443310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/8088982592235443310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-whaii.html' title='WHY?!?! WHAII?!?!?!?!'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-944919716903062632</id><published>2010-06-28T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T08:54:14.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BUSY LIKE NEVER BEFORE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The past week has been extremely hectic for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me tell you why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Apparently this year the committee members for teachers day were mostly form 4 prefects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guess what post I got? The secretary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Am I really that ‘secretary-material’ to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well teachers day in our school was celebrated on the first Friday after school reopened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So that meant we practically had 4 days to get everything prepared since we didn’t do nuts during the holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grin @ Yuen Wei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Auditions for the performances on teachers’ day were held on Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Reharsals on Tuesday and Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not to mention the backdrop + decoration for teachers’ day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The backdrop work was passed on to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I was also in charge of the booklet for teachers’ day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Plus, we had 20 Australian students visiting our school on Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Prefects and members of the Art Club were in charge of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Of all people, teachers chose ME for both prefects and Art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So now I’m involved in 3 things all in one week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Teachers’ Day, Carry bunga Manggar for the Australian kids, and Do the batik painting with the Australian kids. I’m only one person, gaddamnit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, I forgot to mention prefects interview where excos had to stayback on Tuesday and Wednesday. Of all weeks, they chose this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So that makes 4 things. Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s like the teachers do nothing nowadays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I did feel a crack in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, Afrina and I were supposed to perform but then she decided to back out from the audition on Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I gotta say, I was really bummed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then after Monday, I told her there was nothing to worry about since I personally think we’re better than most of the guitarists / singers who auditioned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So we auditioned on Tuesday instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We got it in. Heheheheheheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wednesday was fun, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jeshua and I got to show Cailtin around our school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then she gave us some stuff frm Aussie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nice girl, she is. Hopefully we'll get to see each other again sometime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I'll never know. Miracles happen. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So then there was teachers day on Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes I had a lot of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The best performance has got to be the dance by Alpha Crew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Second comes Kavi's bollywood dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amazing, amazing talent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Other performances were pretty much normal :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They're up on facebook if you wanna see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Except mine. It's taking forever to upload and I'm giving up and trying again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now I've just got to wait for the reports to come pouring in by Wednesday hopefully so i can send them in to Pn Surita on Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then it's all busy busy for me when it's time for Installation, Hi-Tea, AGM and whatnot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BUH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-944919716903062632?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/944919716903062632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=944919716903062632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/944919716903062632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/944919716903062632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2010/06/busy-like-never-before.html' title='BUSY LIKE NEVER BEFORE'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-431955618601527875</id><published>2010-06-19T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T02:07:25.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I forgot to mention I got this at the airport on the way back from Langkawi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mimifroufrou.com/scentedsalamander/images/anna-sui-rock-me-bottle.jpg" width="250" height="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've wanted it for about a year now.&lt;br /&gt;It smells kick-ass. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hello.&lt;br /&gt;School starts in 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;My mom has been treating me like a soldier lately.&lt;br /&gt;Yasmin! upstairs in 2 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;Move it Move it!&lt;br /&gt;NOW!&lt;br /&gt;I guess she's trying to make me feel like her when she was pushed like that in boarding school.&lt;br /&gt;Hmh. I don't feel like typing so much now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WATCHED KARATE KID on Thursday night :O&lt;br /&gt;It was fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;Except the part where there's NO KARATE at all. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Jaden. is. really. like. really. gooooooooooooooood.&lt;br /&gt;I'm liking Justin Bieber's Never Say Never :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEEEEEEEEEE~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helped Afrina with some cupcakes yesterday. Feel free to click her name on my sidebar under 'clickables'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auditions on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Afrina and I just finalized what song we wanna play yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Power tak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, wish us luck (Y).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I think now I'm invisible to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-431955618601527875?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/431955618601527875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=431955618601527875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/431955618601527875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/431955618601527875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2010/06/rock-me.html' title='Rock Me!'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-495557642179690058</id><published>2010-06-15T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T00:51:47.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LAYY ZEE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My whole extended family except for Aiman's family went to Langkawi for a vacation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They went to Japan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Honestly, I didn't get why we had to go to Langkawi again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We went to Langkawi about 8 years ago and it's still fresh in my mind because it was the greatest vacation so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, the best part of it has got to be parasailing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In case some of you don't know what it is, it's when you're on a parachute and attached to a boat with a 100-meter rope. That means when the boat moves, you're pretty much flying up 100 meters in the air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Or even higher. I can't tell. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Flying is one of the things I'd do if possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Parasailing is the closest so far. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Had a 'meeting' for the Teacher's Day committee at the McD near Ashikin's place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then went to Arshad's to watch Kick Ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then played some RockBand 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZJ5c0Jsgzs/TBemslyD2_I/AAAAAAAAAPc/RxJXuUh1tmE/s1600/31787_403424287090_699492090_4903022_1306834_n.jpg" height="370" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fawwaz organized a paintball outing for about 16 of his peeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The day before, he called me and asked if i could bring an extra friend because one of the original person backed out the last minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I asked Afrina but she said no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then I called Alya. Her parents agreed so my mom, dad, Jaja and i picked her up all the way from Putrajaya. Adri drove. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Had heaps of fun and painful but worth-it bruises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Some of the paintballers were me, Alya, Aiman, Adri, Asyraff, Faisal, Fawwaz, Faiz, Fariq, Izs and some other dudes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Believe it or not, Alya and I were the only girls. Awesome? Yeah it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Afrina came as the medic. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Faiz gave me two shots. A headshot and one at my hip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think the dude who got my arm was Fawwaz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My teammat, Faisal shot me right above my aaaaarse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sakit? Memang sakit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"MASKS ON, SOCKS OFF. 10 SECONDS. GO GO GO!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ohhhhhmygod  it's such a good game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I didn't get any really bad bruises on my arm where it's visible in my school uniform so it kinda sucks I can't say "Hey guys, look at my paintball bruise *keningkening*" like Faisal did. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But that's alright. We'll probably be going again in July, before Fawwaz leaves to Switz in August.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Balik mandi terus because my hair was so oilyyyyyy. Then kemas bilik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't know about you, but to me, a 2-week holiday is def-o too short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I spent most of the time helping mom out for Jr Glee the first week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Right after that we left for Langkawi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My Monday and Tuesday we're pretty full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Before i knew it, 14 days were down to 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Students in other places get 3-month breaks damnit! &gt;:O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I realise i rarely post any photos on my blog now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Please see post title.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-495557642179690058?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/495557642179690058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=495557642179690058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/495557642179690058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/495557642179690058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2010/06/layy-zee.html' title='LAYY ZEE'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZJ5c0Jsgzs/TBemslyD2_I/AAAAAAAAAPc/RxJXuUh1tmE/s72-c/31787_403424287090_699492090_4903022_1306834_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6679155573302592818.post-3716912162958568844</id><published>2010-06-01T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T02:36:05.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey?</title><content type='html'>Now that mid-terms are over, I feel very very very very lazy to update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;But I know I have so much to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, remember I told you Pat ran away, and that the only cat left was Snowy?&lt;br /&gt;And then my mom got 3 mote kittens?&lt;br /&gt;Well we went from 1 to back 6 kittens now.&lt;br /&gt;My dad got this 1-year-old for 800 bucks and named it Rooney.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently they both had some special ... connection.&lt;br /&gt;My parents went to the pet shop to get the kittens some food when my dad saw Rooney in a pathetic small room with a glass door and the next thing I knew was they brought him back.&lt;br /&gt;Then a few days ago Aqil bought a kitten about 2 months old. Surprisingly my grandma approved the idea. They named it Prince Benjamin Harry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WoWW (with 2 double U's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised how long it's been since I last updated :O&lt;br /&gt;It was even before my mom's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Belated Birthday, mom. (Not that i haven't wished her)&lt;br /&gt;She bought me this book called Diary Of A Wimpy Kid about a month ago (baby book, according to Iman)&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess it's not much of a book because every quarter of a page there's an illustration.&lt;br /&gt;But that's probably the main reason I got hooked to it.&lt;br /&gt;I still wonder how people can stand reading line after line, with words yang berbelit-belit.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. There goes my Malay.&lt;br /&gt;A few days after I read the book the movie came out. I watched it with Adri and Aiman the night before my mom's birthday while my parents watched Coco Avant Chanel.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;I think I sort of understand a bit why Twilight and New Moon were disappointing to the readers. They cut a few scenes from Wimpy Kid too. And added some new ones. And new characters.&lt;br /&gt;Angie was played by Chloe something something who played Hit Girl in Kick Ass. Overall the movie was pretty enjoyable. Any other kid my age would probably think it's boring without violence or drama or whatever but honestly, it's really adorable. After watching I had a slight obsession over Devon Bostick BAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed my Karate grading by the way. I got my green belt last week. Laugh all you want, black-belt-wearers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to go make some potato salad now.&lt;br /&gt;Laturr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-3716912162958568844?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/3716912162958568844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=3716912162958568844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/3716912162958568844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/3716912162958568844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2010/06/hey.html' title='Hey?'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-1437796319221231094</id><published>2010-05-14T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T08:39:39.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paleface :O</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, hello.&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite long, yes it has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momzie got 3 kittens. Both good and bad sides about this, actually. I love kittens, I really do. But eversince we lost Pat I have this fear of losing others. AND, I'm allergic to them. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got the kittens from Mahadhir, btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found this great discovery that Raziq is really good friends with him! WOW?!&lt;br /&gt;Big world? I think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's day passed. And yesterday she told me I didn't wish her. I felt a needle poking my heart, seriously. How could I have forgotten? :(&lt;br /&gt;Well it don't matter that much to me actually. Every day is mother's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes. Mid Year exams are coming. Oh deary me.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am worried.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am nervous.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I should be studying.&lt;br /&gt;YES I KNOW I SHOULD BE STUDYING.&lt;br /&gt;But it's Friday. Night.&lt;br /&gt;And this will be, I repeat, WILL BE, the last post before the 6th of June.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's what I said before PMR.&lt;br /&gt;Did I keep my promise?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I did.&lt;br /&gt;Can I do it again?&lt;br /&gt;SURE I CAN! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of studies, 4Dahlia's Chemistry teacher has been upgraded to Pn Lee something something. It's a big upgrade, trust me. Fooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm not done blogging, no.&lt;br /&gt;I need new songs. Neeeeeed.&lt;br /&gt;To listen and to play.&lt;br /&gt;And songs that aren't devil-worship songs when played backwards -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want braces.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I've said that like a lot of times.&lt;br /&gt;But this time I really really really, want 'em.&lt;br /&gt;Teeth are bothering me. Uncomfortably. Betul.&lt;br /&gt;STILL, I SHALL NOT COMPLAIN. Because everything costs. And this specific 'thing' costs a lot. Like probably 3 years of my savings.&lt;br /&gt;And ever since being quite ... you can say, 'close' to Faisal, the future super-successful businessman who talks about business and money all the time, I've been quite concerned.&lt;br /&gt;Help me become rich, Fae! HAHA, FAE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have Karate tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I best be going.&lt;br /&gt;Get back on, on the 6th. Yeah. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-1437796319221231094?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/1437796319221231094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=1437796319221231094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/1437796319221231094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/1437796319221231094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2010/05/paleface-o.html' title='Paleface :O'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-2462992282623047508</id><published>2010-04-29T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T01:15:31.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-iDunnowhattotypehereaaaaah-</title><content type='html'>Tuesday was one of those days where I felt like a total loser and that I would just quit school and go on with stuff like bowling, art, guitar, piano, music, photography and whatnot. I was such a big mess on Tuesday graaaaaarh. I left my pencilbox at home, I was looking for Cik Mazianna to claim the textbooks, but then I found out she is not coming to school for a week, I had to pass up some seriously overdue minutes to Pn Surita, Pn Chin stated that i havent passed up the Physics PEKA thingy that was supposed to be passed up about 3 weeks ago, I was very sure I passed up but then she said No, you havent. I checked my file and ohmygawsh, there it was. Honestly I think I need a brain check up. I kept forgetting stuff and it is starting to get a little bit more worrying. But on the bright side, AddMath was super easy. I know that some people might think highly of me since I'm holding the 4th highest post in the whole school, but the truth is, I'm just like you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-2462992282623047508?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/2462992282623047508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=2462992282623047508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/2462992282623047508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/2462992282623047508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2010/04/idunnowhattotypehereaaaaah.html' title='-iDunnowhattotypehereaaaaah-'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-8837118907104541860</id><published>2010-04-23T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T06:42:42.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Say hello to the April babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;April. In case you didn't know, April is special month for my whole extended family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why, you ask? 'Cause there're so many birthdays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: arial;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs198.snc3/20559_278014391278_756336278_3529309_5430354_n.jpg" width="210" height="170" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: arial;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs254.snc1/10126_1134958447801_1042522976_30548676_6019959_n.jpg" width="210" height="170" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs438.snc3/25169_1333379146175_1581954444_792219_224572_n.jpg" width="170" height="300" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs477.snc3/26129_1308656528125_1581954444_735185_985873_n.jpg" width="170" height="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Siti (paternal grandmother) and Wancik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(pictures were not found)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Is that all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wait I think there's more. There's GOT to be more. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;See even I can't remember. Gahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So that's why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Therefore, in this particular post, I'd like to wish everyone I listed up there a Happy Birthday :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I've been YouTube-browsing again! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Discovered some of Parachute's new songs.&lt;br /&gt;One of them is this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="330" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vc4Sk_isObU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vc4Sk_isObU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="330" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Man, i really digg these kinda songs. If My Chem went on with their album, I'd dig it too. Why oh WHAI did Bob Bryar leave? -___-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well okay I'm gonna do some homework nao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bowling tomorow. Yessssss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh btw I skipped Saturday school today. Haha :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-8837118907104541860?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/8837118907104541860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=8837118907104541860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/8837118907104541860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/8837118907104541860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2010/04/say-hello-to-april-babies.html' title='Say hello to the April babies'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-530823329092241705</id><published>2010-04-20T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T23:27:01.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hehe</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="380" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SLWrYh9Lr4A&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SLWrYh9Lr4A&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-530823329092241705?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/530823329092241705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=530823329092241705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/530823329092241705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/530823329092241705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2010/04/heheheheheeee.html' title='Hehe'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-8837105961833941901</id><published>2010-04-19T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T08:39:22.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiga Benda</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3 things pissed me off so badly today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1; Shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    I came back from school around 3.30 all sweaty and sticky, just looking forward to a nice shower, with the water gushing out from the tiny little holes at a velocity of 20 m s &lt;sup&gt;-1&lt;/sup&gt;. Laju lah tu. I pressed the damn button and the water didn't even hit my face. Waited for about 5 minutes and it was still the same speed. Gila tak best. Geram like shit. I kept quiet but inside I was screaming "FUCK YOU SHOWER!" &gt;:O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2; Keyboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    After a not-so-satisfying shower, I thought of cooling off the stream with a round of Imagine. My keyboard has always been retarded 'cause something inside there was loose. I fixed the adapter like i usually do to keep it tight, but this time, no red "on" light. I tried again and again until about 5 minutes later, Alhamdulillah, RED LIGHT! I pressed 3 keys and BAM, red light gone. I think I could feel my blood going up to my brain. Tried again, NO SUCCESS. &gt;:O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3; CICAK SIAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    Couldn't play Imagine, so I was gonna move on to lunch. As I passed the table, I realised there was a fucking lizard on it which quickly ran off as soon as I passed. TERKEJUT SIAL BABI NAK MATI TAU TAK?! D':  I literally screamed. Like, AAAARGHFCKULIZARD scream. Then i went to my mom. "......eeeeeeeee tadi ada cicak........ D':" Then she told me, Oh, I already heated up your Tomyam inside the microwave. Yeay. Mommah to the rescue. I was shaking the whole way, still worrying about the fugly foul brown being. Eee. Moral of the story? Don't mess with LIZARDS WITH ME. I would go nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Monday = Today = Was not a good day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello. Yesterday Sri Aman had this Autism Walk thingy going on. None of my Sri Aman friends invited me or even talk to me anymore so SCREW THEM, I went bowling instead. Went with mom, dad, Aiman and Afrina. Met Mahadhir and Hafridz there. Played with them. I totally sucked :/ So after that we grabbed some Ireland Potato and went into the cinema (without Mahadhir and Hafrdz) to watch the best stupid movie ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://splashpage.mtv.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/010410_kickass.jpg" height="520" width="380" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah baby. Kick-Ass. It was... awesome. (Guh, awesome seems like such an ordinary word now. Hm :/) Okay it was really good. Even my parents enjoyed it. I could hear my mom laughing from 4 seats away. Humor, some violence, a little bit of stupidity and a lot of foul words. :D&lt;br /&gt;BEST DOHH! I rate it 4.999999 stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Still, no movie can beat Avatar. ;D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw Aaron Johnson was the main star. I find it hilarious. He was the cool, laid-back, hotstuff, heartthrob in British film, Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging. And in KickAss he was some geek with fugly curly hair in fugly spectacles. Haha. Lawak lawak. Go watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when we came back Afrina and I played around with my laptop's newly-discovered built-in webcam! 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The day has passed.&lt;br /&gt;Lol i make it sound like such a big horrendous thing but it actually isn't. It was actually a lotta fun :D&lt;br /&gt;I need to look for my mouthguard and gloves. D:&lt;br /&gt;Actually i never had those funky-lookin' gloves. I use Adri's :D&lt;br /&gt;So I have to look for Adri's gloves and my mouthguard. Yess.&lt;br /&gt;Sparring nampak bestt. Too bad I coudn't tadi sebab NO GLOVES. AAAAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my keyboard back from LC! Wooh~!&lt;br /&gt;Trying to learn Imagine now.&lt;br /&gt;Piano songs are all coming back to me.&lt;br /&gt;Some saya sudah lupaa :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had the best burger evaaaaaaaa :D&lt;br /&gt;Wait, actually I still think Carls Jr is better.&lt;br /&gt;Burger Royale comes in second (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4D BM drama photos are up on facebook. Yeay.&lt;br /&gt;Petang ni nak pergi jogging.&lt;br /&gt;In between now and then I nak buat homework.&lt;br /&gt;Esok bowling. Yeay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye semuaa :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-9200023820236293946?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/9200023820236293946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=9200023820236293946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/9200023820236293946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/9200023820236293946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2010/04/grading-test-check.html' title='Grading test , check'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-4306545053530371004</id><published>2010-04-11T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T08:46:25.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>exhaustion, satisfaction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First off, I'ma tell ye ALL about prefect camp :D&lt;br /&gt;YES I WANNA TELL YOU EVERYTHANG.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still kinda disappointed that my year never got the chance to be in the same bus as the year above us. :/ grmblegmblemumblegrmble&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmph.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY,&lt;br /&gt;We got to sit with the form 2s.&lt;br /&gt;It was boring shizz. Bus ride wasn't as fun as last year's. Idk why.&lt;br /&gt;We sang, still. But not as many songs as the last time. We don't really have that many mutual known songs anymore. I blame myself. I haven't been exploring songs. And songs on the radio nowadays are like crap. They call that music? Pch.&lt;br /&gt;okay, small matter.&lt;br /&gt;Reached Kalumpang around idk what time. 12 something kot. Got to know the trainers a lil, and off we went into the crystal-clear, absolutely clean river. It was the shizz.&lt;br /&gt;Then we started our first activity. In our groups, we were tied together with a piece of thread, with a chair above us and a balloon on top. So the main objective was to not let the balloon drop or the thread break.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had to walk in the river, which was muddy cause it was raining pretty damn heavily. The faci's threw muddy water at all of us but missed a few times. "OOI, SIRAM POKOK KE BANG?" hahaha. Overall it was fun, getting into waist-high river water that looked like teh tarik.&lt;br /&gt;That night we had some fun games. And we had to prepare a sajak for the guys, a pidato for the girls. The given title for our sajak was 'pusat'. Belly button. Yes. The girls had to present a talk, and the given title was "I support polygamy 100%". Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second day&lt;/span&gt; kena cium katak, main monyet and makan bende yang sangat gross. Fear Factor lah konon. Oh and there was an obstacle course (which took forever to complete). First up for Team 4, kiss the toad. So we did lah (actually I didn't. Fake-kiss saja. Geli siottttt) our second station was the obstacle course. USJ 12 librarians and Counseling Club was there as well. So it took damn long for them to finish. Which resulted in us... not finishing it at all.&lt;br /&gt;It was already 2.40 and we were expected to finish at 12 cause jungle trekking was supposed to start at 2. -__- We were given until 3.30 to have lunch and solat and whatever. Then the jungle trekking started. Then we gathered again at 6.30 di sungai yang sangatlah fresh! then it was EXPLORACE time :D So we got our first clue. The answer to it was Shell. Yeah we had to look for a Shell staion in the middle of nowhere. It was quite a distance to walk, I tell you. I think I might have lost some weight just walking to the first destination. According to Wai Phun it was more than 5km. Yeah and it took us like an hour to reach it. Fuhh. Penat ohh. Second stop was a police station. Had to get the stamp and siggy and snap a picture of the mosque's signboard. Then we had to hitch a ride back to get 10,000 extra points beb. We actually knocked on 7 doors with vans outside, mhm, that desperate. 6 of them were ... *ehm* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chinese. Some say their van is broken, others gave macam-macam excuses. The last house, this nice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;malay fella came out and straight away took out his car keys. 12 people had to squeeze inside a 5-seater kembara. We couldn't close the door. hehehehehe. Thank you Pakcik yang drive kitorang. :D&lt;br /&gt;Balik to the hall, penat gila babs. Then we had to design the year 2070 punya toilet. It was fun. A lotta fun. And presented it the next day. Best. sangat best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Tuesday. Skipped school the day before. Penat doh.&lt;br /&gt;School was hell. All the time I felt like crushing someone.&lt;br /&gt;AddMath is a killer with bullet-speed Pn. Z*****.&lt;br /&gt;Rushes everything, expects everyone to understand everything in a second.&lt;br /&gt;YEEEEEEEEEEEESH!&lt;br /&gt;Nasib baik ada Teacher Fida tau!&lt;br /&gt;If only Mr Anba taught AddMath.&lt;br /&gt;Huuuu :(&lt;br /&gt;Rindu doh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;BM drama. Though we were gonna screw it up but it ended up quite good :D&lt;br /&gt;*iz happee*&lt;br /&gt;Tak menang pun tak apa lah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-4306545053530371004?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/4306545053530371004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=4306545053530371004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/4306545053530371004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/4306545053530371004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2010/04/exhaustion-satisfaction.html' title='exhaustion, satisfaction'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-4303726773250304033</id><published>2010-04-04T07:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T07:35:08.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My blog seems so dead.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody ever reads it anymore and I'm getting zero comments on my chatbox lol.&lt;br /&gt;But whatev, I'm writing for the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;I have a new laptop. It's a Compaq. Feels awesome. Looks awesome. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my mom.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't only thank my mom for this, I thank my mom for everything but this is one of the major reasons. :)&lt;br /&gt;FAHAM TAK?&lt;br /&gt;Think how my life would be without a laptop.&lt;br /&gt;I'd die next year. Especially next year. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;The sound is pretty damn good too.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad to call you mineeeeeeee &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what else? It's got Windows Se7en (lol) and and and a gazillion free HP games.&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently addicted to this Spongebob game and The Hidden Object Gameshow game.&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, I shall limit my playing time to half an hour per day. I won't be able to continue life if I don't. I got school, schoolwork, homework, housework and tuition. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's Sunday. Night. -.-&lt;br /&gt;About 10 hours till school. Haih.&lt;br /&gt;Friday was shitty. I can't remember why I hate it so much.&lt;br /&gt;Facebook's dead too. Mhm. I see the number 1-8 on my notifications whenever I log in.&lt;br /&gt;It used to be 20+.&lt;br /&gt;Hm. I guess everybody who wanted to add me added me already.&lt;br /&gt;Anddddd don't even bother to say hi.&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of you being my friend on fb if you're not gonna say anything?&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably clean up my friends list when I have the time.&lt;br /&gt;That means deleting everyone I barely know and those who I USED to know and and and those I know but their accounts are totally dead. Geddit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karate grading is in 2 weeks. Was supposed to give the form yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know we had to submit it 14 days before! D:&lt;br /&gt;Prefect camp is next week.&lt;br /&gt;Yeeeah, I can't go for Karate. So maybe JeAnne can polish me on Gagesai Daich and Daini DURING the camp hehe. Boleh tak JeAnneeeeee? :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been playing a lot of Plants vs. Zombies on Ayahcik's laptop (before I got mine, that is)&lt;br /&gt;I finished it, defeating Dr. Zomboss! *bangga* :D&lt;br /&gt;Minigames and puzzles are next.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, you have no idea what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I watched 'How To Train Your Dragon'&lt;br /&gt;'Twas really really really really reaaaaaallllllllyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Toothless reminded me of Pat.&lt;br /&gt;Which is quite saddening 'cause Pat hasn't returned home for about a week already.&lt;br /&gt;:''''(&lt;br /&gt;2 possiblities ;&lt;br /&gt;- He got a girlfriend, ran away with her.&lt;br /&gt;- He got hit by a car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And eversince his absence, Snowy's been at home allll the time.&lt;br /&gt;Probably having the time of her life without worrying about a horny teenage cat being around trying to ... 'ngorat' her.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;It's like a 15-year old and a 60-year old.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Snowy's that old.&lt;br /&gt;About 9 years. Going on 10! O:&lt;br /&gt;I miss Pat.&lt;br /&gt;Finzie and I took care of him and his other 3 siblings since they were 2 weeks old when their mom died. Now all of them are gone. :(((&lt;br /&gt;And left us with Snowy.&lt;br /&gt;The longest lasting.&lt;br /&gt;Salute you lah Snau-Snau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeee I hope there's no assembly tomorrow :/&lt;br /&gt;Booooooooooooooring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-4303726773250304033?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/4303726773250304033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=4303726773250304033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/4303726773250304033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/4303726773250304033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2010/04/eee.html' title='Eee'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-5994800872883406564</id><published>2010-03-25T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T07:59:30.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ASDFGHJKL:"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What do I get for&lt;br /&gt;Not practising for over 3 weeks&lt;br /&gt;Not having a real coach for a gazillion months&lt;br /&gt;Using a straight ball&lt;br /&gt;Not having the ability to master hook&lt;br /&gt;And only finding out about MSSD only one day before it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well definitely not a chance to MSSS&lt;br /&gt;-_____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe I should drop all the complaining and just say today was not a good day for me.&lt;br /&gt;Dudes. Bowling. A lot of balls. Hook. Super speed. Strength. Strike. Cheering. 200+.&lt;br /&gt;How could I not be intimidated, you tell me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;School is back to the phase where it's completely pointless.&lt;br /&gt;Teachers not in class... Prghh.&lt;br /&gt;Glee was great. So much drama. Whooo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hi Fawwaz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda gembira sekarang?&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got homework to do.&lt;br /&gt;Homework due today.&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Possibly yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;K baiii bebs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-5994800872883406564?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/5994800872883406564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=5994800872883406564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/5994800872883406564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/5994800872883406564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2010/03/asdfghjkl.html' title='ASDFGHJKL:&quot;'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-8380386974044841723</id><published>2010-03-15T08:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T07:43:55.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pangkor bebeh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Came back from Pangkor already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So fast kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Huahhhahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We were supposed to stay at Swiss Garden Hotel or something like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;which had almost all the fun things you can possibly imagine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;like paintball, archery, t-shirt painting, beach volleyball, island hopping etc etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Banyak lagi actually but I can't remember all ofcourse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But last last we booked 2 apartments at Coral Bay Resort. I have no idea why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But it was okay I guess. No archery or paintball and we didn't play beach volleyball however it didn't ruin the trip whatsoever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chronology (Campur BM and English alright? Bare with me please ):)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Started off with Maulidur Rasul in school. Haha. Packed and pushed off from home at 12.00. Then sampai kat the jetty around... 3-ish? Nah we weren't hungry, kat sekolah makan banyaak (Y) About a 45-minute journey on the water and reached the resort at 4 something, unpacked, and off we went to the beach. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Despite all the rubbish by the shore, it was beautiful. BEAUTIFUL I tell you. Watched the sunset. Had dinner at some place later that night. Around 10. Too late. Then sakit perut. Lol. Good food btw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was supposed to go jogging with my dad but I was so sleepy and continued sleeping haha. He made a new friend. The dog. Yeah he... jogged with the dog. Lesson learnt; Malaysian dogs don't play fetch. My dad threw a stick and the dog ran away. Scaredy dog -.- Orang nak main je D: After breakfast pergi Island hopping. I don't know what the islands are called cause really, tak kesah. Just wanna go there for tha funn ;D I swear I've never hated being a girl so much at that time. Because of my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; monthly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; visitor 'Aunt Petunia' I couldn't go in the water. Damn "POTONG SYOK" you tau tak? So I just sat on the sand, snapping photos of them having fun in the water ): But takpe lah. There's always a next time. Got back around 2.00 or something. Masuk bilik terus fell to the floor and tido. Haha. Woke up, it was already 3.00. Took a bath. Felt a lot better :D Then Afrina, Jaja and I went back to the nearby beach and played with sand :D while Alya and Asyraff were on the rented motorbike. Later, my DAD rented a motorbike too! He brought me around and taught me how to ride it. So cool. 8D (You can never do that here in P.J.) They went for dinner at some Thai place that night. I didn't go. I had to teman ze grandmother in the penthouse cause SHE didn't wanna go either.  At 10.30 pergi karaoke. Had fun. A LOT of fun :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dad woke me up to go jogging with him and... I didn't... again. Haih so sedih :/ No dog this time. Haha. After breakfast terus pack to go home. Lunch was at the jetty in Lumut. Food was really good, I tell ye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We're all back home now, semua demam/sakit. Okay maybe not EVERYone. Some of us. I got the sniffles already. Aih. Alhamdulillah for that successful and fun-filled vacation. Thank you Uncle Ariff! (cehh) Naik motorcycle was definitely the highlight Hahahahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I dunno why I just typed all that. Would you even bother to read it? Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;AND I said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dunno&lt;/span&gt; instead of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't know&lt;/span&gt;. O: gasp gasp gasp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-8380386974044841723?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/8380386974044841723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=8380386974044841723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/8380386974044841723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/8380386974044841723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2010/03/pangkor-bebeh.html' title='Pangkor bebeh'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-3283474037301172377</id><published>2010-03-10T07:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T07:43:36.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let there be Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's..... WEDNESDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I loike Wednesdays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No no, I LOVEEEE Wednesdays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Glee is now at 9.00-10.00 cause American Idol finishes earlier so yeay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So Glee just ended. PUCK IS OMFGLEE SO DAMN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He did his first solo this season in this episode. (Y) Finallyyyy. Berzaman aku tunggu. :D&lt;br /&gt;Besttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I designed a few designs for this year's prefect t-shirt. yeah!&lt;br /&gt;I hope they like it. :/&lt;br /&gt;Heck, I gotta hope it'll be done in time first.&lt;br /&gt;I find that my front designs fill a lot more of the space than previous ones.&lt;br /&gt;Which are really plain at the front, to be frank :O&lt;br /&gt;Last year's was plain shitty.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eff it, I broke my promise again.&lt;br /&gt;It's 11.36.&lt;br /&gt;OH WHEN WILL I START?!&lt;br /&gt;After holidays maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of holidays, my whole extended family (mom's side atleast) is gonna have fun in PANGKOR!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's just Pangkor not UK or US but atleast somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;I'm that desperate.&lt;br /&gt;-___________________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S AFTER CURFEW.&lt;br /&gt;SLEEP TIME.&lt;br /&gt;babai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-3283474037301172377?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/3283474037301172377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=3283474037301172377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/3283474037301172377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/3283474037301172377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2010/03/let-there-be-peace.html' title='Let there be Peace'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-462107703063577353</id><published>2010-03-08T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T00:28:34.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SELF REMINDER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RM 170 CAMP FEES TO PAY TO &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;JIA TERN&lt;/span&gt; TOMORROW (10/3/10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;AND KARATE FEES O: O: O:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hm. Teens nowadays only seem to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I love my mom"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I love my dad"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when they get something. Like a phone. Or whatever they ask for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MashaAllah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sedarlah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-462107703063577353?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/462107703063577353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=462107703063577353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/462107703063577353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/462107703063577353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2010/03/self-reminder.html' title='SELF REMINDER'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-5535782630177190275</id><published>2010-03-08T07:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T07:26:40.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pencuri kilat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have watched Percy Jackson and The Lightning Theif. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have to say, it wasn't as good as I expected it to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Call it the next (and tha better?!?!?!) Harry Potter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Say I'm being bias but really, it was no where as good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So simple, not much originality I have to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's... Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was canteen day today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Not much to say about it so I won't say much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;More like I won't say anything. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Went for one of the ugliest bowling games ever yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I went with the parents and Adri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;He was on fire. (yeah and he hasn't bowled for a few years)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And the dude beside our lane was super awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So... I was *intimidated*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and sucked. Haihhhhhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;MSSD, are you almost here yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alright, it's 11.23 and I thought I made a vow to myself about sleeping before 11 p.m. every night so I won't get panda eyes the next morning and will be able to pay attention during class, especially AddMath with Pn. Zurina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Butttt..... I guess it's not working, just yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll start tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Really I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't believe me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bye peeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Glee in 2 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Whoo~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-5535782630177190275?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/5535782630177190275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=5535782630177190275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/5535782630177190275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/5535782630177190275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2010/03/pencuri-kilat.html' title='pencuri kilat!'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-464851698983360880</id><published>2010-03-02T01:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T02:10:23.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New balance (y)</title><content type='html'>After feeling completely lifeless after taking a much-needed cold shower on Saturday, my dad decided to take me jalan-jalan di Mid Valley :D Had a look at some pretty awesome cameras and got to play with an Olympus EP-1, the pen camera :O *EEEEEEEEP!* It was pretty coool :D My dad  suddenly brought up the fact that I am 1kg overweight (-_____-) and suggested that we should go running later in the evening :D I told him my shoes are in a shitty condition so we went into an adidas shop. However I told my dad I have wide feet so we went back out (cause all adidas shoes are narrow, apparently) and started making our way to  NEW BALANCE in The Gardens 8D Got my shoes. THEY'RE AWESOME :D :D :D :D :D :D :D Yeap, pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went bowling on Sunday, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;And school started on Monday. Blehh.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday is today.&lt;br /&gt;GLEE TOMORROW !!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-464851698983360880?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/464851698983360880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=464851698983360880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/464851698983360880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/464851698983360880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-balance-y.html' title='New balance (y)'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-3043656314509594265</id><published>2010-02-26T17:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T17:59:12.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a question for girls</title><content type='html'>If I even have any girl readers. Or even readers. ;__;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is - Have you ever wanted to keep your hair long but your mom always gets into your way?&lt;br /&gt;Well its the other way round for me. It's getting in my way and I want it chopped again. Tapi my mom says no, keep it long. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tis Saturday, came back from Karate about a half hour ago. I can probably squeeze all the sweat out of my T-shirt. No, that was exaggeration. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY LAPTOP CRASHED AGAIN D: D: D:&lt;br /&gt;I cry.&lt;br /&gt;Life is so tidak senang without my own laptop. I neeeeeeeeed it.&lt;br /&gt;For work, and entertainment! :D&lt;br /&gt;But mostly work. Prefect work. Sorryyyyy Sheung Jien D:&lt;br /&gt;So I'm currently using my ... uncle's? Afrina's dad. It's been 5 minutes and Aqil sudah merengek nak main his Zombie game. It's sad without my laptop, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;://///&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-3043656314509594265?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/3043656314509594265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=3043656314509594265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/3043656314509594265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/3043656314509594265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2010/02/question-for-girls.html' title='a question for girls'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-4830570017108672599</id><published>2010-02-22T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T08:22:14.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>uhh... (insert post title here)?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;She's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost &lt;/span&gt;starting to get on my nerves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="330" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jFClq0L9kd0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/jFClq0L9kd0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="330" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagu ni cool. But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; the kind where you can say "HOMG THIS SONG FREAKING ROCKS". It's... interesting. Haha. Nice of him to write it and make a video about it :D&lt;br /&gt;(That's Mark Salling, by the way. He plays Noah Puckerman in Glee. Puck, Aiman, PUCK!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, from this you can see that I've been YouTube-exploring again. I'M ALIVE!&lt;br /&gt;Guess what else is back? The want for a piano. I realised again that I can't play every song on the guitar. Maybe some unbelievably talented person won't find it impossible but hey, a n00b like me? Yeah I can play the piano part of It Ends Tonight on guitar but... every tried the piano part of Smile by Uncle Kracker? Chariot by Gavin deGraw? Piano part of Move Along? Tak best dohh, main kat guitar. Pianooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get ready for an over-usage of the emoticon -_-&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, was the last day of holidays, so... y'know, normally... bowling. We left the house around 9, called up Sunway just in case the lanes weren't free to use. To our surprise, they weren't. -_- There was a tournament going on, so we moved on to call PinJunction in Cineleisure. It only opened at 10 and the cost for one game was a bloody RM6. -_- Since OU's bowling alley sucks to the max and we didn't have the number to Summit's bowling alley, we went straight on to Summit. Parents of mine stated that if we can't play there, we'll have to go another day -_- Wanna know what we saw there? Another full-house. Tournament going on. Again. -_- How irritating. I pleaded the 'rents by going;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yasmin        : Alaaaaaaa, can't go bowling today.&lt;br /&gt;                                 I was sooo looking forward to it. (sad face)&lt;br /&gt;   Can't try Shah Alam? :/&lt;br /&gt;Dad           : Hm. -_-(Looks at mom)&lt;br /&gt;Mom      : Hm. Okay laaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Never thought that would work. So yeah, played at Alam Sentral. :D&lt;br /&gt;Bestt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okbyenaktido :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-4830570017108672599?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/4830570017108672599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=4830570017108672599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/4830570017108672599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/4830570017108672599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2010/02/uhh-insert-post-title-here.html' title='uhh... (insert post title here)?'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-4144417895674985677</id><published>2010-02-20T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:12:21.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:'D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby I can't fight this feeling anymoree~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Finn style)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think it's so adorable, the shower scene. Hik hik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Morning!&lt;br /&gt;(Or afternoon or evening or whatever time you're reading this... If anyone even reads this :/)&lt;br /&gt;It's Saturday already D: I've crossed out most of the things on my 'to-do-during-cny-holiday list'. So that's pretty awesome. The only thing I haven't crossed out is finish homework, and finish prefect work. Zzz. It's impossible when I don't have cooperation from the right people. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-4144417895674985677?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/4144417895674985677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=4144417895674985677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/4144417895674985677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/4144417895674985677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2010/02/d.html' title=':&apos;D'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-441623913435194903</id><published>2010-02-17T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T08:29:36.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teh happenings.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday while I was editing the previous post, I typed so much about what has happened during the holidays. So as I finished, the internet dah kena tutup. -_-&lt;br /&gt;I found out tadi that nothing was saved as a draft.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahahaaa no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaah malas gilaaa nak type panjang panjang all over again so I'm just gonna say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Outing with Syanaz. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Syanaz's birthday the next day. Happy Belated Birthday Syanaz! :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Disappointing news, wish I didn't hear it. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CNY.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Valentine's Day. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lunch with familia.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bowling.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tooth Fairy.&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class=" on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_InsertUnorderedList" title="Bulleted List" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 16);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="img/blank.gif" alt="Bulleted List" class="gl_list_bullet" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Homework.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cleaned up mess in room.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ooh Ooh American Idol :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Payed more attention to Glee. C:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LOVING GLEE! :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;What's GOING to happen;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eli's open house tomorrow :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Outing lagi.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish homework.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;... Get ready for school? ://///&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish school never had to reopen. I need the freaking permission forms for camp latest by Monday, got that punks?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-441623913435194903?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/441623913435194903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=441623913435194903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/441623913435194903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/441623913435194903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2010/02/teh-happenings.html' title='Teh happenings.'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-4618532346211685054</id><published>2010-02-16T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T07:32:31.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>S-S-Sttut-terr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, I do that. A lot. So when I stutter while talking to you, it does not necessarily mean I like you neither I am lying to you. It's just the way I am :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ADMIT. I AM A FREAKING SCAREDY CAT WHO CAN'T TAKE HORROR FILMS D:&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, fuzz. As 'boyish' as I am, I'm not the horror film type)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking bout death lately. I mean, people can die any time. What if I'm in the car and suddenly another vehicle vooms and hits it? What if I'm crossing the road and get knocked down by a careless speeding driver? What if I die in my sleep? What if I get murdered? O________o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW KAAN.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it could work&lt;br /&gt;between a gay dude&lt;br /&gt;and a lesbo dudette.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, think about it.&lt;br /&gt;A soft girly dude and a guyish girl.&lt;br /&gt;Chris Colfer and &lt;insert&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;HEEEHEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Ala it's already Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;6 days to school.&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, it will feel like a chiffy.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-4618532346211685054?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/4618532346211685054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=4618532346211685054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/4618532346211685054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/4618532346211685054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2010/02/s-s-sttut-terr.html' title='S-S-Sttut-terr.'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-6439000212161136811</id><published>2010-02-11T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T07:37:46.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish lah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Skipped school on Tuesday and Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Bukan sebab apa, sebab tak sihat. Haaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, right now, RIGHT now,&lt;br /&gt;I reaaaally really really really really really really really really wish I could;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;drive, legally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;find another way to contact people (especially mom) when their phones are dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I pissed off my mom again today.&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't my fault. Really it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Here's what happened&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to do a small thing for Danush's birthday, which was 2 days ago so HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY DAN DAN :D (we being me, iman, aiman, arshad, eli, joon wai and ofcourse, danush).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;I know I wasn't there for your surprise thingy to see you blow your cake and take pics on Tuesday and wasn't there on your best day ever but that's not the only way to show how much i love you :D (friendzy kind lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right after school my mom fetched all of us (xept joony) and dropped us off at the SS2 Swensens. Janji-janji pick-up at 4.20ish sebab nak stay longer with friends and taknak miss Zuhur.&lt;br /&gt;We had our lunch, and right after that Joon Wai arrived. Just in time for ice-cream :D&lt;br /&gt;Finished everything off and it was about 3.20. Walked to V-station to kill the time.&lt;br /&gt;As we walked, I gave my mom a call stating that "we are no longer at Swensens, we are on our way to V-station". She asked me where that was and because I pun tak tau, my friends said it was near INC so I told my mom "near INC. we'll meet you at INC when you're here".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tanpa disedari, she thought I told her we were going to INC. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played lah Band Hero dekat V-station. (Bukan guitar hero, bukan juga rock band, tetapi BAND HERO. HAHAHA) Played ze drums, guitar and sang dengan suara katak sengau ni D: (selesema kan) It was 4.20 and my mum hasn't called. I tried calling her tapi "This is the voice mailbox for the number..."&lt;br /&gt;....Dammit, sure phone dia habis battery. Tried calling again, memang sure habis battery. I went outside and looked for a good 3 minutes. No sign of her AT ALL. Went back inside and called again. And again. And again. And again. Voicemail voicemail voicemail. Shit. Called Aiman, waited outside for about 10 minutes. It was about 4.40 when we saw the Odyssey kat the traffic light.&lt;br /&gt;Masuk car, hmh, apa lagi. kena lecture laa :/ I might not be able to go for prefect camp this year as a 'punishment', just thought you all should know. Have fun without me guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagus, bagus sangat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-6439000212161136811?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/6439000212161136811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=6439000212161136811' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/6439000212161136811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/6439000212161136811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-wish-lah.html' title='I wish lah.'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6679155573302592818.post-7208420639468729126</id><published>2010-02-05T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T22:11:09.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>absence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I haven't been in school for 2 days. (including Saturday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not feeling well at all :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;NAK HOMEWORKKKKK D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now here's a video I would like to share with you. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;object height="260" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hIh0rbpjDPQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hIh0rbpjDPQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="260" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Heheheheheheee gross but it's the kind of gross that makes you smile kan? like "EEEE! xD"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-7208420639468729126?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/7208420639468729126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=7208420639468729126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/7208420639468729126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/7208420639468729126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2010/02/absence.html' title='absence'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-4231378743872206894</id><published>2010-02-03T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T04:42:36.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the price you pay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Here's the thing about not doing at least a&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt;little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; bit&lt;/span&gt; of your homework on Friday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You suffer on Sunday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hahahahahahhahaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Didn't know my Saturday was gonna be that packed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;However I met Arinah! :D :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Had some Open Day thingy in LC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Watched Legion on Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;With Famileh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It was good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Not as good as Ninja Assassin though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And Avatar will always be the best (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;YEAH! (Faisal style)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There. I mentioned you in a post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So hari ini adalah hari Rabu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We the prefects had some kinda "Kursus Kepimpinan" thingy the whole day in school tadi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Macam orientation, but less fun. Haha. Siapa yang organize? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;All we did today was sit and listen. I mean, we all expected a lot more games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tapi the sit and listen part tu boring gila lahh zzz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ah well. What's done's done. Not complaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Zurene kata nak bagi homework through facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hm, mana niii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;YAAAAA CAN'T WAIT FOR CAMP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tapi lambat lagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;9th, 10th, 11th April.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah it was postponed. -___-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;EK ELLEHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I was planning to do the LCLY face at you but you smiled so I couldn't. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assface. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-4231378743872206894?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/4231378743872206894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=4231378743872206894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/4231378743872206894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/4231378743872206894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2010/02/price-you-pay.html' title='the price you pay!'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-5357112013005462183</id><published>2010-01-29T04:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T06:04:46.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EE SO LAME</title><content type='html'>I found the girl's facebook.&lt;br /&gt;The form 5 girl who gave me a big bad "BOO!" last year around August/September.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid to publicly say it on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;She poses like a retard. I can possibly vomit right now.&lt;br /&gt;If I could choose to look at the inside of a cow's mouth or her face, I'd choose the cow.&lt;br /&gt;Apa masalah dia siot. Bodoh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not adding her. Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooooo Friday, is today. Again.&lt;br /&gt;Good news ; No school tomorrow. Karate instead. Yeayyyy!!!&lt;br /&gt;Bad news ; Homework, prefect work. Berlambak. Haihh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise some things this year.&lt;br /&gt;I realise that I have not been going to the gym every wednesday night like I used to.&lt;br /&gt;I realise that I most definitely have gotten plump-er.&lt;br /&gt;I realise that I have, gained weight.&lt;br /&gt;I realise that I have been eating a lot more O:&lt;br /&gt;I realise that I have been taking naps a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;I realise that I have a lot more homework.&lt;br /&gt;I realise that I am taking more subjects for tuition. D:&lt;br /&gt;I realise that AIMAN has been spending a lot more time on the computer, shooting computer-people(?)&lt;br /&gt;And therefore I haven't been playing badminton for a very very very very long time.&lt;br /&gt;BUT HEY, FAWWAZ EXISTS FOR A REASON RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;um okay that was kinda pointless.&lt;br /&gt;Haih, so much work. -_-&lt;br /&gt;Andddd yet i can still blog macam ni.&lt;br /&gt;Y'know today I had a strong "azam" to finish all my homework tonight so I can enjoy the rest of the weekend? Bowling, movie maybe, more bowling.... Idk.&lt;br /&gt;Well it's only 10 p.m. So I shall start now ;D&lt;br /&gt;Waaaaaah Yasmin so rajin waaan.&lt;br /&gt;But then again I don't think so. Gotta get up early tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Alaaa there goes the kerajinan. Haha&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Bai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-5357112013005462183?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/5357112013005462183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=5357112013005462183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/5357112013005462183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/5357112013005462183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2010/01/ee-so-lame.html' title='EE SO LAME'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-4937560478859810148</id><published>2010-01-27T01:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T02:05:51.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tadi,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;I called Fwwz.&lt;br /&gt;We were exchanging 'latest news' masing-masing.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. It's okay man. We're both as miserable as each other. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, lets go up to them and bagi pelempang/penumbuk yang teramatlah kuat sampai diorang mati.&lt;br /&gt;I hate coming back from school, immediately hearing bad news.&lt;br /&gt;It's been 3 days in a row. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was a book entitled "Understanding the Male Species" ( which applies to male species around the world, especially Malaysia ) trust me, I would buy it and read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be one of the very few books that I would read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;geram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;an&lt;/span&gt; makin bertambah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-4937560478859810148?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/4937560478859810148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=4937560478859810148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/4937560478859810148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/4937560478859810148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2010/01/tadi.html' title='tadi,'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-1620910102019506228</id><published>2010-01-26T01:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T02:02:04.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mata boolat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;I think I'm speaking 'kampung'-malay too much in front of people and therefore, influencing them.&lt;br /&gt;Stop, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iman (Hanani)&lt;/span&gt;, Stop. Okay I'll stop too. Ghahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably really sudden and random and all but...&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T WAIT FOR PREFECT CAMP. :O (which I really hope will be going on since we practically have 4 days to get everything ready for it :/)&lt;br /&gt;AGHASGHDGHEGIYSGISAH&lt;br /&gt;Last year, the journey in the bus was the most fun I've ever had. When we reached our destination, our voices didn't, cause we lost 'em in the bus, singing. HAHA BEST GILA LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people just exist to make your life un-enjoyable. -_-&lt;br /&gt;(No, I do not mean parents or any family member).&lt;br /&gt;Hate. Hate hate hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-1620910102019506228?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/1620910102019506228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=1620910102019506228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/1620910102019506228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/1620910102019506228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2010/01/mata-boolat.html' title='mata boolat'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-8483517310551343277</id><published>2010-01-24T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T01:03:54.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OOOOPS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I realised I didn't have a post for Alya's Birthday! ://&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jangan marah beb!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jangan laaaa. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So let's assume it's the 19th of Jan 2010. And say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALYA DIYANA BINTI NADZRI !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(sorry takda photo. But why does it matter right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wow. you. dah. seventeen. That's a big number. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Go get a driver's license. So whenever my parent's aren't free, YOU can take me out. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Adri's taking his now so yeay!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wow my cousin ni dah besaaar. Time passed by in a blink of an eye since we were kids, playing under my dad's desk. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you remember? Haha good times. When we were so innocent and care-free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well hope you live a good life babe. Sayang you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-8483517310551343277?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/8483517310551343277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=8483517310551343277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/8483517310551343277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/8483517310551343277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2010/01/oooops.html' title='OOOOPS'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-7076832586983894683</id><published>2010-01-22T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T07:40:21.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today is friday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I am blogging on behalf of yesterday ghahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love fridays!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not&lt;/em&gt; this one though.&lt;br /&gt;I love fridays cause it's the&lt;em&gt; 'end of school'&lt;/em&gt; day of the week.&lt;br /&gt;Esok ada school lah. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;haieeeeeeeeeeeesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um.&lt;br /&gt;So it's Saturday already. Wow that was fast haha. Okaylah I actually saved the part up there as a draft LOL.&lt;br /&gt;School was actually not bad. Could actually concentrate during Accounts cause all the noisy people weren't in class. :P&lt;br /&gt;AND AND AND spent a lotta time with Iman. :D&lt;br /&gt;Sunday's bowling day. YESS. And maybe going to Euphony to get Finzie's guitar string replaced.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe sorryy beb I broke it. ):&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I did wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I was just plucking it. ):&lt;br /&gt;D':&lt;br /&gt;It's the 5th string pulak tu. -_- the 2nd thickest one. Haiyyyyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.&lt;br /&gt;Have.&lt;br /&gt;Officially.&lt;br /&gt;Moved.&lt;br /&gt;ON.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother and Afrina and Iman and Alya and Arinah know exactly what I'm talkin' bout kann.&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;Ee gedik.&lt;br /&gt;Yasmin menggedik.&lt;br /&gt;It's not often that this happens.&lt;br /&gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-7076832586983894683?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/7076832586983894683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=7076832586983894683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/7076832586983894683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/7076832586983894683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-is-friday.html' title='today is friday.'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-6907697553547866838</id><published>2010-01-20T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T02:54:21.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dibakar Matahari. O.O</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Balik dari sekolah dan terus mandi. Bile tengok dekat cermin, Ya Allah. Merah gila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;I got sunburnt O:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okaylah okaylah let's start from the top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Every year, SMK Taman Sea ada Prefects' Orientation Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And Every year, all the &lt;strong&gt;FORM 4s&lt;/strong&gt; are in charge of the whole thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Schedule, Games, Materials, Booklets, Logistics, Backdrop, Food, Cleanliness, PA system, semua benda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So this year was our year &gt;:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ashikin did an &lt;u&gt;excellent&lt;/u&gt; job as the head of the committee btw (clapclapclap).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And Jeshua was definitely theee right person for games (clap lagi).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yang lain pun awesome awesome. Sayang you guys :'D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The ending was epic. It was awesome, don't know why he said sorry hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Syahir boleh jadi actor dohh O: SERIOUSLY GO TAKE UP ACTING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hahahaha it was damn fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wish I could go through today again and again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anddddd again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;*BIG HUMUNGOUS SMILE THAT AN EMOTICON CANNOT EXPRESS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bigger than that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;BIGGER BIGGER!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;But now I feel like shit. And I want to cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Four reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Numero Uno. Today was awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Isnani. Today was awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Three. Today was awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quatro. (sp?) After the awesome part of today, it totally sucked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Random, I'll slit my wrist if you don't tell me who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-6907697553547866838?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/6907697553547866838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=6907697553547866838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/6907697553547866838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/6907697553547866838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2010/01/dibakar-matahari-oo.html' title='Dibakar Matahari. O.O'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-8036683905974821596</id><published>2010-01-16T00:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T00:43:06.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday.</title><content type='html'>Slept sooper early yesterday. Hit the sack and 9 and woke up today at 9.30. Whoah.&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling a lil sick, but after the long sleep and a glass of Redoxon, I felt good.&lt;br /&gt;Skipped Karate lah. Alaaaa ):&lt;br /&gt;It's a lazy Saturday, this one. Lazy lazy. Lazed around the guitar a lot. Main main camera sikit. Kemas kemas bilik sikit. Hangout dengan daddeh sikit. Diorang ajak pergi Digital Mall, tapi malass. Decided to stay at home and laze around some more around Aqil and Finzie. Ha. Ha. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;Need a facial. Terribly :S&lt;br /&gt;Finz just called the spa and made an appointment for tomorrow. :D&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE the Orientation Committee meeting. Relax. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next question, random.&lt;br /&gt;IF you're in my school, What form? :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-8036683905974821596?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/8036683905974821596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=8036683905974821596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/8036683905974821596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/8036683905974821596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2010/01/saturday.html' title='saturday.'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-8361462040541968488</id><published>2010-01-15T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T01:36:19.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is it just me or did some people transform into big egoistic snobs since the year started?&lt;br /&gt;Last year baik sangat. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Can't even smile at you now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amount of homework is starting to rise slowly. Daily.&lt;br /&gt;Still getting used to math and addmath not being the same subject haha. ._.&lt;br /&gt;Physics pun so far is just like math. Wthck.&lt;br /&gt;No I still haven't gotten my laptop back. I'm in LC now.&lt;br /&gt;Nak print bende for prefects kena pergi LC everytime.&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me.&lt;br /&gt;I need to type and print the damn Tuesday Exco Meeting minutes. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhh.... bye?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM GIMME SOME CLUES OR ATLEAST ANSWER MY QUESTIONS.&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with...&lt;br /&gt;Taman sea ke? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-8361462040541968488?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/8361462040541968488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=8361462040541968488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/8361462040541968488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/8361462040541968488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2010/01/is-it-just-me-or-did-some-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-2683434857954283456</id><published>2010-01-13T04:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T04:13:30.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>x)))))</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I finally have one.&lt;br /&gt;A Nikon D3000 O:&lt;br /&gt;I feel spoilt. Not good. SO NOT GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few nights ago I met my cousins whom I didn't even know existed, from Saudi Arabia, (yeh?)&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome meeting some new family members of a different race. Well my dad's only quarter malay. That makes me what, 5/8 malay? And Allah knows what the other 3 quarters are. Haha. o___O I don't like the smell of apple-flavoured shisha. Buat pening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Teacher Tara. All of a sudden. And school is boring without the right people in my class. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random random random, Im dying to know who you are ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy, mum. Don't worry. Don't think so much. :)&lt;br /&gt;And and, HI MUMMY JERN. I just found out you read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Well, great to have you as a follower. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye nak pergi gym.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-2683434857954283456?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/2683434857954283456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=2683434857954283456' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/2683434857954283456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/2683434857954283456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2010/01/x.html' title='x)))))'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6679155573302592818.post-4795343373988509269</id><published>2010-01-06T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T06:43:46.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to school</title><content type='html'>Sorry RANDOM, for not updating. -_-&lt;br /&gt;Well school has started. I got into 4 Dahlia. Sub-science class. Just the one I chose :)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah well it is sad that I'm not in ANY of my close buddies' class. I'm sorta like the odd one out. I'm so not used to saying goodbye to Iman, Kavi and Jivi after recess when we have to go back to our own classes. :/ Sedih lah. I'm sitting next to Zurene. But I talk mostly to Shalini and Faisal. Haha. o_o The teachers are... okay kot. But Chris warned me about Mr Amara. Haha. I'm prepared for the worst of Form 4. Just, getting ready. The real deal hasn't started. It's gonna be dreadful. I can smell it. *inhale* Damn I wanna go back to form 2, plus Kavi in our class. Jhhahha. Life goes on lah. A year and a few months lagi I'll be facing SPM. Sheeeeeeeet.&lt;br /&gt;Haiyyah, no more sleeping late, no more waking up late, no more guitar after I wake up, no more going out, no more ape-apelah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, eversince school started I have had trouble sleeping again. It takes me an average of a half hour to fall asleep and I keep waking up pagi-pagi buta tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la nak tido la, 4th day of school is tomorrow. Hmph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-4795343373988509269?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/4795343373988509269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=4795343373988509269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/4795343373988509269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/4795343373988509269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-to-school.html' title='back to school'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-1367294159259925943</id><published>2010-01-01T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T22:53:15.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2010!</title><content type='html'>yeah yeah, Happy New Year.&lt;br /&gt;On New Year's eve tengok Alvin and the Chipmunks. Later that night, beli DVD, "The Box" and watched it jugak. My god, I just realised how many movies I watched this holiday doh. :S&lt;br /&gt;We gawna watch Avatar 3D tonight! yeah Finallyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEH WEH SCHOOL IS IN 2 DAYS D: I can't believe I'm stepping into the Form 4 world. Seems like only yesterday I left SKKT. More subjects, more tuition, more chores, more pressure.What's worse, being the Assistant Secretary for the prefect board. :/ That means hours and hours of sitting in front of the laptop screen, typing, printing. God I feel like a clerk already ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-1367294159259925943?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/1367294159259925943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=1367294159259925943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/1367294159259925943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/1367294159259925943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-2010.html' title='Happy 2010!'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-2916706256119695037</id><published>2009-12-30T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T06:16:13.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:/</title><content type='html'>Alaaaaa Aiman and family pergi Johor and GUESS WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;They brought both their PCs.&lt;br /&gt;-___-&lt;br /&gt;Haiyya. Dahlah my laptop crashed. Finzie's laptop pun crashed. Mom's laptop pun is always in her office. So now? I'm using my dad's laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALYA DIYANA&lt;/span&gt;. Freaking bad idea to 'terserempak' kat mid, okay? Mom says it's not safe. -__________- Kau takpela, ada balak kau tu.&lt;br /&gt;-_______-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few nights ago I watched Zombieland. It was... okay okay lah.&lt;br /&gt;Next night I watched Superbad. Haha. So bodoh. Foul language all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ni there was supposed to be a 'meeting' kat my house. Turned out only 4 people showed up. (there were supposed to be about 10). We couldn't do anything so we all walked to Arshad's house, kononnya nak 'continue the meeting'. What meeting? Lol. Apa lagi? ROCKBAND'ed lah beb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATTHEHELLLAH&lt;br /&gt;blsghfogashiwehiche.&lt;br /&gt;esok dah tak jadi -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-2916706256119695037?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/2916706256119695037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=2916706256119695037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/2916706256119695037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/2916706256119695037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=':/'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-4758851067894144209</id><published>2009-12-26T23:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T00:00:54.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>she said</title><content type='html'>So Latifah gave me some really useful advice;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"IT DOESN'T MATTER. IT REALLY DOESN'T. Whether you get 5A's or 8A's, form 4 is a whole new level, a totally different thing. And if you don't work hard enough, YOU'RE GONNA FAIL. 'Cause the gap between form 3 level and form 4 level is so big, you can't even imagine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe they weren't the exact same words, but something like that lah.&lt;br /&gt;Latifah's cool. I thank her so much for making me not care about my not-so-good PMR results anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Jo Yee's surprise birthday barbeque last night. Aiman, Eli and I arrived quite late due to some unavoidable circumstances. Heh. Arrived at about 8, yada yada. Left at around 10.30. Glad you like the present, Jo :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak tengok Avatar in 3D lahhhh :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-4758851067894144209?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/4758851067894144209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=4758851067894144209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/4758851067894144209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/4758851067894144209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2009/12/she-said.html' title='she said'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-810377175536953460</id><published>2009-12-25T07:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T07:20:44.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 25th</title><content type='html'>um, Merry Christmas and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Ahmad Aqil &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;eh i love you sangat sangat okay sayaaaang?&lt;br /&gt;my just-turned-six cousin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-810377175536953460?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/810377175536953460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=810377175536953460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/810377175536953460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/810377175536953460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-25th.html' title='December 25th'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-506103652020802789</id><published>2009-12-23T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T01:08:14.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>results, they're out! O:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;blogger's date and time is a bit cacat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's 1.02 p.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;December 24th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;homgz tmrw's christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and Aqil's bday! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..........................&lt;br /&gt;..........................&lt;br /&gt;..........................&lt;br /&gt;..........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*deep breath*&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8A's? pcch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7A's? nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6A's? nahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5A's? &lt;em&gt;you bet&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;5As&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3Bs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Itu lah result saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English = &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BM = A&lt;br /&gt;Math = A&lt;br /&gt;Science = A&lt;br /&gt;KH = A&lt;br /&gt;Agama = B&lt;br /&gt;Geography = B&lt;br /&gt;Sejarah = B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My friends dapat brapa? Ah tanyalah diorang. I don't have the right to post their results here.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even want to. Buat stresssssss je. All of them got either 7 or 8As. Except for a few. Danush, Di Wern, Kyrie, Reena, Hana and Izzati boleh gang dengan saya :D It's alright, it's okay, I did my best anyway. It's just PMR. It's JUST pmr. So I'm gong for dinner at Arinah's tonight. I guess it's not gonna be thaaaat bad to say "Hey, I got 5A's" to about 20 (or less?) people who are gonna be there. My mom's reaction? "It's okay, I'm happy" tapi nampak saaaangat she wasn't. It's my agama kot. :/ Sorry ma. I went all out and did what I could. OKAY NAK PERGI MAKAN DENGAN AYAH, continue later kot. bybyeee bebs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IM BACK.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So on the bright side I didn't get any C's. I'm glad my Bs jumpd up to As and my Cs went up to Bs. Kira okay lah tu kan? It's the first time in my life that I got a B for Sejarah. *yeay* History and Geography, so not my thing. Haih. If only they could replace those 2 with Music and Art. I'd nail those.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eyh, how do you pronounce &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hiatus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hee-Aaa-Toos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi-Ay-Toos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;o.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-506103652020802789?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/506103652020802789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=506103652020802789' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/506103652020802789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/506103652020802789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2009/12/results-theyre-out-o.html' title='results, they&apos;re out! O:'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6679155573302592818.post-1793205483390313041</id><published>2009-12-23T07:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T07:56:07.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tooooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;morrow, tomorrow, i'm dreading, tomorrow. my results, are a day awayyyyyy. O:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*alien peace sign*&lt;br /&gt;hi. im getting ready to die. Right now they're almost done buidling a coffin my size. CHEH just kidding. I won't die. And if I do, I won't be in a coffin. Hehehe. Kapan beb! So, I will be pushing off from my house in exactly 12 hours from now. (the clock states 11.30 btw) Percaya tak, kena pakai baju sekolah? -____- bodoh gile.&lt;br /&gt;well i gtg now. bye. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-1793205483390313041?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/1793205483390313041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=1793205483390313041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/1793205483390313041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/1793205483390313041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2009/12/tooooo.html' title='tooooo'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-6006691066340024025</id><published>2009-12-22T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T08:01:54.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;       &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;No wonder he looked so familliar&lt;/span&gt;. The dude who played Jake Sully in Avatar played Marcus in Terminator Salvation! :D HAHAHAHAHAHAA. Sam not badd weyyy ;D I watched Avatar today. Again, NOT the 3D one. Umhhhh. I WANNA I WANNA I WANNA WATCH AVATAR in 3D :'( I'll never get bored of it. Atleast I don't think so. Yes, This is the kinda movie I digg. I don't know, I've never really been into Sci-Fi movies that much, but I guess I am now! Shit movies like scary movie, the love guru and austin powers are the shittiest shit movies i can think of (right now). Comedy Thriller, PFFCCHHHT. SO doesn't click. Want me to have a good taste of a movie? Give me &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Avatar&lt;/span&gt;. 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So... HELLO! Had that prefects' orientation day committee meeting on monday at my house. Next day went out to OU for the movie with some close buds. Iman, Arshad, Aiman and Danush. Later that night I watched Ugly Betty with ma mommah and I realised how much that Jesse dude, Betty's neighbour reminds me of Nick Wheeler (lead guitarist of AAR). :D and how much I don't like Lindsay Lohan. Bluagh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;      It's 11.56 p.m., Aqil is currently on my bed, sleeping. He looks so peaceful that I don't want to wake him up or anything. I am, getting sleepy. :/ Okay I guess I just have to squeeze until his dad picks him up. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Avatar craze, siotttttttt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-6006691066340024025?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/6006691066340024025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=6006691066340024025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/6006691066340024025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/6006691066340024025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2009/12/hah.html' title='HAH!'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-4231200045383782954</id><published>2009-12-19T05:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T19:12:54.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell are you doing, Jake?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HELLOOOOOOOO EVERYONE.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;I went to Perak the day after Malacca. It was a fun trip. Yeaaaaah. Went on Thursday, cme back on Friday, spent the night at Flemington Hotel in Taiping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY NIGHT. DADDY BOOKED TICKS FOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.reuters.com/resources/r/?m=02&amp;amp;d=20091211&amp;amp;t=2&amp;amp;i=29628430&amp;amp;w=460&amp;amp;r=2009-12-11T021033Z_01_BTRE5BA061Q00_RTROPTP_0_FILM-AVATAR" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;YES YES YES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;AVATAAAARRRRRR!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can only describe it in one word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;BLOODY EXCELLENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Remember when I said one word? I meant two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I mean, it's beyond awesome or amazing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I'm not good with words so I can't elaborate any further on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Go watch go watch go watch. The $350,000,000 movie. Three hundred and fifty million dollar movie. That's right. Don't watch and it WILL be a really big regret. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Sam Worthington ain't that bad lookin, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Results on Thursday oh no oh no oh nooooooo. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;takut macam tikus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Oh well. too late to be scared or nervous or whatever now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;:/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;baii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-4231200045383782954?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/4231200045383782954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=4231200045383782954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/4231200045383782954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/4231200045383782954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-hell-are-you-doing-jake.html' title='What the hell are you doing, Jake?'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-4185759060406442597</id><published>2009-12-16T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T06:44:25.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was supposed to go to Perak today, along with some family members. They decided not to go today pulak. Going tomorrow. So there was nothing for me to do today, and my dad was going to Melaka for some meeting. He invited my mom and I along to just... jalan-jalan. Haha. I bought these funky-lookin (believe it or not) &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;b.u.m. equipment shoes. They're sorta like a converse look-alike. Really cool. Love 'em. Also bought and OrangUtan (brand) T shirt that says &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;"Let There Be Peace"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;So awesome. I'm back now, having a headache. Aduhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;oh yeay this turned out to be a short one. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-4185759060406442597?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/4185759060406442597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=4185759060406442597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/4185759060406442597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/4185759060406442597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2009/12/yo.html' title='Yo'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-7667439390977440367</id><published>2009-12-13T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T19:17:23.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I get this feeling that you're scared of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For the record, I feel VERY intimidated when I'm around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And it's not often that I see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;EESH DAH LAH. BIAR JE LAH DIA TU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I should get a life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HELLO! My hair is getting in my way. Eversince I cut it super short in September, it grew back. Lol duh. Now it's brushing on my neck and everywhere. And I can't tie it up. Eeeh. Cut or don't cut? Hmm. I think I'll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;leave it long kot. Easy to tie and pakai tudung and everything. On second thoughts, it'll look really cool during Karate with short hair but a fringe that would sweep every inch of my face. HAHA. I just love the way my bangs are longer than other parts of my hair. O: I remember once, with my short hair I was on the couch, with jeans and a polo shirt, terkangkang (lol) rattling on the guitar and suddenly my mom came and stared at me for about 10 seconds before she bursted out "MACAM BOY!". I LAUGHED. Ahh well, bye-bye cool short hair and hello typical boring shoulder-length hair, I guess. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Enough about hair. I'm gonna get ready for lunch. yeay. byeeee ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;And since when did I follow my own blog? -___- bodoh punya follower thingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;oh oh oh oh and Toby Hemingway is hot :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-7667439390977440367?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/7667439390977440367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=7667439390977440367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/7667439390977440367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/7667439390977440367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2009/12/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes,'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-4409753734396127902</id><published>2009-12-12T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T23:59:36.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gasp sigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;My wallet's empty. Karate punya pasal lah T-T and I still owe them 48 bucks. Haihh. My dad better pay me back. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/still/the_covenant_14.jpg" width="400" height="270" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/still/the_covenant_17.jpg" width="400" height="270" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;T-T-T-Toby Hemingwayyyyy 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(middle in the second picture)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in The Covenant. I freeeaaaaking love this movie. Awesome storyline, acting's good.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention hot guys hahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;He's one hell of a good-lookin blondeh, especially in that beanie, and sleeves pushed up. Hee. Sexxyyyyy sial!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Steven Strait DOES look like Taylor Lautner minus the dark skin and sepet eyes. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well Finzie's out of Prince Court. And she misses it very much. Haha. Atleast you have me now! Right? :)&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna throw out the idea of getting a piano. Malas lah -____-&lt;br /&gt;I'm saving. So I won't do anything unless I get cash for it. Haha. Kiddingggg.&lt;br /&gt;ANYONE FOR BOWLING?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to go online yesterday, sooooo.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; belated&lt;/span&gt; BIRTHDAY&lt;br /&gt;IMAN HANANI WONG HUI MAN BINTI FARIZ WONG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;small&gt;Hope you like the prezzie I got youuu. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse you do, you chose it. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Jhahaha okay well have a great freakin fifteen, beb.&lt;br /&gt;I lap you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;To significant bloggers;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but I reaaaaally don't get the 'take a gazillion photos and post ALL of them onto your blog' thing. Wtf is up with that?&lt;br /&gt;I hate going to your blog because I hate having to scroll down til I die just to see some words. -.-&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;smal&gt;Oh, It's already been more than 2 years since the unforgettable MCR concert in M'sia.&lt;br /&gt;I just came bck from sending Aiman's fam to KLIA. Oh How much goooood memories it brought, being there.&lt;br /&gt;Good times, good times. :)&lt;/smal&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I like braces. Braces are cute. Braces are adorable. I'd get braces if I could. Guys with braces, not a problem with me :)&lt;br /&gt;LOL THAT WAS SO RANDOM. o:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently addicted to ANOTHER HEART CALLS and BACK TO ME by AAR. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-4409753734396127902?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/4409753734396127902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=4409753734396127902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/4409753734396127902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/4409753734396127902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2009/12/gasp-sigh.html' title='gasp sigh'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-5324682107389635726</id><published>2009-12-10T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T19:17:42.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey hey heyy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I went for this survey interview kinda thing today. It's a questionaire on faaaast foooood. I asked Iman to tag along 'cause well I didn't wanna be left alone once the thing is over. I can't thank you enough for being there beb. :)  We went to a few outlets of McD and KFC and the dudette asked questions. (A LOT of quesitons) And we finished and ended up at the KFC in KLCC. So me and Iman being me and Iman, we walked around KLCC while we had the chance. Hehe. I just earned 200 bucks from answering a few questions so why not give Iman a treat (a birthday present) ey? Haha. Off to KinoKuniya we went. Bought her "Fierce Style" by Christian Siriano. Then we went 'jalan-jalan' lagi and I discovered Romp, which had a lot of seriously nice clothes. So many awesome clothes that I wanted to buy, knowing I can actually buy them.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Tapi nak save duit lah&lt;/span&gt;. *yeay* :D So that was pretty much what happened today. Heehee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Afrina, Finzie binti Ariff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;is at the hospital. Surgery's tomorrow. You excited? 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hehe I can't wait to see that scar. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Promise don't go complaining saying it hurts after that okayy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I lap yooouu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO ARSHAD'S BLOG?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;blog not found? DUDE! relink ke delete?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Why did you not tell me anything...? "-___-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I need balloons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HELIUM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;balloons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok thennn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Byeeeee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-5324682107389635726?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/5324682107389635726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=5324682107389635726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/5324682107389635726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/5324682107389635726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey-hey-heyy.html' title='hey hey heyy'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-5670759843598676613</id><published>2009-12-07T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T19:18:16.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>smileeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Monday, watched New Moon for the second time. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tuesday, Afrina, Aqil and their mom went to the hospital for Finzie's appointment. Alya and I tagged along. Later we went jalan-jalan in KLCC. After maghrib, off to Fawwaz's house for the "After-SPM" barbeque (not party, according to Fawwaz). Not like I deserved to be there, but it was nice of our 'uncle' Fawwaz to invite us :D You should have seen the length of Faiz's D90 punya lens. Jaw-dropping. Envy. There weren't any helium balloons, sadly. Quoting Fawwaz - "Sucking helium damages your brain. Kalau nak jadi macam dia ni (points at Faisal) haa, sedut lah." That was just plain mean, man. Sedih aku dengar. Haha. For brothers, they don't talk much to each other. Kan? Most of the time we hung out with Faisal, and also talked to Riyal (no surprise there). He mentioned again how disappointed he was in me for swearing in my blog posts and actually hit me on the head with that hat of his, which was hard btw. O:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;IN CONCLUSION, I LOVE RUMAH FAWWAZ BECAUSE IT'S SO CHUUN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;bersyukurlah okay fwwz n fsal? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;later duuuuudez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-5670759843598676613?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/5670759843598676613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=5670759843598676613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/5670759843598676613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/5670759843598676613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2009/12/smileeee.html' title='smileeee'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-8170304449056485450</id><published>2009-12-06T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T21:28:49.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Be There :)</title><content type='html'>The Living Classrooms (LC), is an English Centre opened by my mom and her best friend (Arinah's mom).&lt;br /&gt;At the end of every year, a concert will be held. This is so that the students will have a chance to speak in front of a big audience (parents) or do whatever they feel like doing to bring out their confidence :) There you go. Itu diaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I overslept a little this morning, eventhough Afrina and I slept super early the night before. Reached SeGi College around like, idk, 9? People started arriving... bla bla bla. Met Bean for the second time.&lt;br /&gt;I had to like face-paint some people. It wasn't easy. Then when Aqil got his fox mask on he couldn't see. "Kakak, Aqil tak nampak" he said to Finzie. We had to berusaha to cut the eye-holes bigger. Haha kesian sangat Aqil. Performance after performance. I had to like play the LC theme song on guitar, then I'm Yours dengan Finzie and then I'll Be There. (videos will be posted up on facebook, i hope) Haha. Best jugak laaah. There were like a gazillion DSLRs there, I macam so geram cause I don't have one. Susah sangat ke nak beli? -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended at like 12.30 and headed back to LC to drop the stuff there (like props etc. etc.)&lt;br /&gt;Then at like 2+ Mummy Jern and my mom decided to belanja us something to drink at Fend's.,&lt;br /&gt;(Us being Me, Nina, Fina, Bean, Alisha and Katty)&lt;br /&gt;Sirap Bandung dia paling best, hands down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Crazier &lt;/span&gt;by &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt; stuck in my head now.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to 2 significant siblings, seorang form 1 seorang lagi form 5, and they both start with the letter A *ehem*ehem* (you tauu la who you are hahahhahaa)&lt;br /&gt;I gotta admit, It's a nice song. The best from Taylor Swift. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, as you know, concert kan, mesti banyak helium balooooons :) So Bean sucked some and he sounded like a freakin chipmunk. LAWAK NAK MATI. Then we all brought the balloons into the car, bawa balik tauu! Arinah took some and we (finzie and I) took some jugak and did some experimenting with em. Then later that night I went to my aunt's house and realised that my helium voice sounds like my 2-year-old cousin. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;My mom tersedak cause she heard Rihanna(cousin)'s voice and I mentioned the helium thing when she was drinking.&lt;br /&gt;HOMG LOL SO FARNEEE.&lt;br /&gt;kla nk tito sbb esok adew nk kuar ngn kwn2zzzz hi3.&lt;br /&gt;babaii. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;ke-poyo-an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;you got so close. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-8170304449056485450?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/8170304449056485450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=8170304449056485450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/8170304449056485450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/8170304449056485450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2009/12/ill-be-there.html' title='I&apos;ll Be There :)'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-7403231970232548850</id><published>2009-12-05T05:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T05:25:27.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ke-nervous-an</title><content type='html'>Today was kinda cool, in a way.&lt;br /&gt;Rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;My left hand fingertips are hurting. D:&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, LC concert. Haih.&lt;br /&gt;It feels like it was only yesterday the 2008 LC concert was. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;But whatevs, I'm quite excited for tomorrow. :D&lt;br /&gt;Watching New Moon again (with peeps this time) on Monday. Yep.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;omgz im sooooooooooo confused :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;IMAN HANANI WONG HUI MAN BINTI FARIZ WONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;hellooo :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I miss you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;and all the other you's you mentioned (kot).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;haha okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;See you on monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-7403231970232548850?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/7403231970232548850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=7403231970232548850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/7403231970232548850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/7403231970232548850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2009/12/ke-nervous.html' title='ke-nervous-an'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-2032908684102459927</id><published>2009-12-03T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T22:47:14.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;4th December 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY BEST FRIEND SINCE FOREVER IS FINALLY 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nina&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Arinah Aishah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loooooooove you sangat sangat. :D&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Why tak reply pukul 12.01 pagi tadi? hm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-2032908684102459927?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/2032908684102459927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=2032908684102459927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/2032908684102459927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/2032908684102459927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello.html' title='hello!'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-2413693159184904025</id><published>2009-11-30T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T17:58:42.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepless nights.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I haven't been able to sleep easily lately. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ngeh&lt;/span&gt;. I don't like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That day I woke up at 4am and only went back to sleep at like 6.30 after subuh prayers. Gila lah.&lt;br /&gt;And then last night I went offline at 12 and was lying on my bed awake texting Danush until 1.30&lt;br /&gt;'cause Afrina was asleep :/ ( i think. were you, beb? )&lt;br /&gt;And finally got to sleep at 1.45 after the last round of River Flows In You.&lt;br /&gt;It most definitely did calm my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So... I changed my header. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He's Pajama Sam&lt;/span&gt;, isn't he the cutest thangg? :D&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know he's blue. And his hair is sorta like the same thing as his head. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm starting work at my mom's office, The Living Classrooms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm actually sneaking into blogger now. Jhahaha. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Later, dudes. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-2413693159184904025?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/2413693159184904025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=2413693159184904025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/2413693159184904025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/2413693159184904025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2009/11/sleepless-nights.html' title='sleepless nights.'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-7590282146273498214</id><published>2009-11-29T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T19:05:08.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I think I'm turning into a girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Like, a real girl kinda girl, you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I mean,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I suddenly have the urge to start using handbags and wear long dangly necklaces and go shopping for clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Holy crap. Save me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-7590282146273498214?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/7590282146273498214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=7590282146273498214' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/7590282146273498214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/7590282146273498214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2009/11/shit.html' title='shit!'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6679155573302592818.post-6246826734569750531</id><published>2009-11-29T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T04:21:30.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>movie/DVD week. O:</title><content type='html'>Started with &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Time Traveler's Wife&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; with Arinah and all as I told you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Now, as far as I can remember, on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I watched &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;Charlie and The Chocolate Factory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; with Jaja.  DVD lah. Then my family and I watched &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; just to refresh my mind before new moon and to finally get my mom to watch it. After that me parents watched &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;District 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; but I was also there on the laptop so kiranya I watched it jugak lah kan? Jhahaha. The dude couldn't stop shouting "FOOK! FOOK!" I don't know what slang that was supposed to be. Lol. It was funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Ninja Assassin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;! With Adri and Aiman in OU. Met Syahir. Haha. My review? A lot of fake blood and gore. Overall awesomeness. I'd give it a 4 and half out of 5. Seriously, OU is loaded with Taman Sea-ians. Ramai gilaa -___-   That night watched &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;The Proposal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; with my mom (DVD). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Drag Me To Hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; in the morning. Freaky D: Booked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 2.30 show at Tropicana. I know, I'm sorry guys that I watched it all before you on the 7th nanti but I just couldn't resist when Finzie said she wanted to go! C'mon lah, I'm still going again with you guys kayy :D Jacob's so fineee. Mm mm. :P Oh, to the readers, expect the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we're gonna watch &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;The Orphan&lt;/span&gt;. Show starts at 9. Parent's room. Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get some instant popcorn and gassy drinks and we're ready to go babes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-6246826734569750531?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/6246826734569750531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=6246826734569750531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/6246826734569750531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/6246826734569750531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2009/11/moviedvd-week-o.html' title='movie/DVD week. O:'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-2062477619704607468</id><published>2009-11-26T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T03:52:12.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arinah's, day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It was 3 a.m. and Alya was asleep. The 3 of us were craving for food. So went downstairs and dug the fridge. We toasted some bread and Nina had it with some gulai. I had it with cheese. Guess what Finz did? She had the cheese and the gulai on top. Haha. :D Went back up, cakap-cakap sikit, it was about 4 when we dozed off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up and glanced at my phone. IT WAS ALREADY 11.10. D:&lt;/div&gt;Breakfast was at 12. Hahaha. The roti canai was dayyum goood.&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 3 pm my mum came to pick us up. The car was so packed. :S We had to hurry cause I had something in school at 4. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Reached school and some of the EXCOs were there. To our anger, Pn Surita wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bangang.&lt;br /&gt;The next day I felt sick so I didn't go for Pn Zakiyah's real send-off. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-2062477619704607468?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/2062477619704607468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=2062477619704607468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/2062477619704607468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/2062477619704607468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2009/11/arinahs-day-3.html' title='Arinah&apos;s, day 3'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-5519971603537075765</id><published>2009-11-23T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:10:39.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;Saya suka Demi Lovato! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yeah, she's cool. She has a nice voice. She can reeally sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-5519971603537075765?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/5519971603537075765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=5519971603537075765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/5519971603537075765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/5519971603537075765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-have-confession.html' title='I have a confession'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-3388569961392598447</id><published>2009-11-23T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T09:19:25.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>air beku</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh oh today was amazing :'D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Slept at 3.30. Got up at 8.45.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Breakfast. Zoomed to Sunway from Putra Heights. Reached about 10.20. Started ice-skating with Arinah and Alya whilst Afrina went to Laura Ashley's Big Sale with mummy Jern and Alisha. Stopped at 12. Jalan - jalan. Nichii! Kitschen! Cotton On! dan banyak lagii. :D I love that seluar that Arinah bought. Comel sangat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So around 1.30, we left for Mid Valley. Haziq (better known as Bean) arrived. Yeah it was my first time meeting Bean. It was a pleasure meeting him after having my best friend talk about her boyfriend's greatness for a  long 8 months. Watched The Time Traveller's Wife. It was again, one of the movies that I would forget after a month has gone. So after that we had dinner (thanks Mummy Jern) at Delifrance. Makan pastaaa je semua. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;THEN! We made our way to the bowling alleyy. Arinah ajak pergi toilet. Balik balik tengok tengok Bean dah bayarrr. I handed him some cash tapi he's like, "Oh takpe, i belanja". Awesome ke tak awesome this dude? He wasn't even gonna play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'd totally do this again. Saaaaayang Arinah &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hahahaha. Annual Sleepover. There you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-3388569961392598447?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/3388569961392598447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=3388569961392598447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/3388569961392598447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/3388569961392598447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2009/11/air-beku.html' title='air beku'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-2354955039132015040</id><published>2009-11-22T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T08:21:44.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>heeeiiii</title><content type='html'>I went for this motivational camp thing.&lt;br /&gt;Well its not really that much of a camp cause all we do is sit and listen.&lt;br /&gt;But it wasnt that bad, they managed to keep us awake and alert.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun, actually. Very fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here I am, in Arinah's house.&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping over for 2 nights. Monday night and Tuesday night. :D&lt;br /&gt;YEAYYY~!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-2354955039132015040?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/2354955039132015040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=2354955039132015040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/2354955039132015040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/2354955039132015040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2009/11/heeeiiii.html' title='heeeiiii'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-4461997167140811610</id><published>2009-11-17T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T20:31:43.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>why,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I AM GOING TO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;KILL ALL THE GIRLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; IN THE UNIVERSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;excluding the ones I love, ofcourse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mum, Finz, Alya, Arinah, Iman, Jo Yee, Eli, Jivi, Kavi, Di Wern etc. etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;See this is why I've always wanted a gun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I feel so mad. I feel so sad. I need some MCR! Opens youtube. Omg sedap gila suara Gerard :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I think I should let go. Easy is the last way to describe it. But knowing I have zero chances, I'm letting go. *tear*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sometimes being perasan is not good, Iman. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;No, I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I think I should stop thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Just stop, thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I NEED A BIG GROUP HUG FROM ALL OF YOU D':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I can possibly cry now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This is so not me. Scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"And we'll all dance alone to the tune of your death"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-4461997167140811610?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/4461997167140811610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=4461997167140811610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/4461997167140811610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/4461997167140811610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2009/11/why.html' title='why,'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-7214495862035068274</id><published>2009-11-14T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T07:53:44.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:/</title><content type='html'>riyal just texted me saying he's disappointed in me cause I swore in a blog post.&lt;br /&gt;-___________- sorreee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, concert was fun. Aariz was hilarious. I was laughing so hard I teared a little. Jaja was cutee :)&lt;br /&gt;I'd put up a video of them but I'm just not the type to do that. It's called LAZYNESS. KEMALASAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;,jgmjgjgkjgbmnb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-7214495862035068274?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/7214495862035068274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=7214495862035068274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/7214495862035068274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/7214495862035068274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=':/'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-8600232265977648797</id><published>2009-11-13T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T01:18:50.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cousins</title><content type='html'>Thursday. Thursday Thursday Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Second last day of school for everyone. Last day for me.&lt;br /&gt;To whoever wanted to see me for the last time this year but didn't,&lt;br /&gt;Haa padan muka you missed your chance. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;So the reason why is... Pushed off to Johor on Friday morning. Just arrived.&lt;br /&gt;Went by train. 6 hours. Boring. Not gonna do it again. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... YES! I'm IN JOHOR! The main reason I'm here is to watch Jaja perform for her concert tonight :D&lt;br /&gt;And InsyaAllah play the PS3. 8)&lt;br /&gt;LITTLE BIG PLANET &lt;3 :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember having a conversation with Riyal about sexy guys playing the saxophone. Kit French as an example. (:&lt;br /&gt;Haha. It was funny. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soo gonna miss school bebs. D':&lt;br /&gt;Cause next year I'm in Form 4 and I have a feeling I ain't gonn like it yo.&lt;br /&gt;K lah I'll udate ye laterrr :)&lt;br /&gt;BABAII.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-8600232265977648797?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/8600232265977648797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=8600232265977648797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/8600232265977648797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/8600232265977648797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2009/11/cousins.html' title='cousins'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-6474671948921628174</id><published>2009-11-10T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T01:58:53.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>heh :o</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Remember in the last post I stated that it was already 12.19 and I needed to get some sleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well I went on ultimate guitar and found out how to play part of She Is Love. Only ended up in bed at like 2.45. haha. only 3 and a half hours of sleep. Surprisingly I wasn't sleepy at all :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ACHIEVEMENT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-6474671948921628174?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/6474671948921628174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=6474671948921628174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/6474671948921628174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/6474671948921628174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2009/11/heh-o.html' title='heh :o'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-7795404855866511576</id><published>2009-11-09T06:44:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T08:24:23.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't get it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A lot of people, when I go to their blog all I see are pictures of them, with a friend. One by one. scroll down some more and you see a gazillion of these. I have a question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;WHY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When there's like an occasion, or even a normal outing, all they do is take pictures. Of who? THEMSELVES. Same poses. Different people. Again and again. THE PICTURES ARE ALL THE FRIGGIN SAME! And... the point of doing that is...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;omgzzzz the craving for poppadom. O: The square ones. Aaaah. *Imaginary crunch crunch*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And the movie. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jom jom jom anyone for Papadom? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyone going, PLEASE AJAK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't care who you are. But actually I do. o_____o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;=========================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He suddenly started texting me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAIRAN BIN PELIK BIN AJAIB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yuckek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Only Iman and Danush know what I'm talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finzie pun lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay you have no idea how much I hate perempuans yang gedik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fawwaz probably has an idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Afrina definitely knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause everytime we see one we're like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;EEEE WHT THE FUCKIN HELL IS WRONG WITH HER?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahahaa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;serious, menyampah gilaaa. I would just chop their heads off. Tak tau maluu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; _________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:60;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HOPE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;all of it. gone. *poof*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you're reading this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm talkin bout YOU. Yeah you. No, not you. YOU. Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You. When you least expect it. O:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ugh, how do I do this...? :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;********************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's &lt;span style="font-size:40;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;12.19 a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6 hours till I have to get up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't wanna be in school tmrw lookin &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;-EYED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cause there ain't no way to remove it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay omg tak funny la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm going nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sleep, here i go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;babai. bodoh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-7795404855866511576?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/7795404855866511576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=7795404855866511576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/7795404855866511576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/7795404855866511576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dont-get-it_09.html' title='i don&apos;t get it.'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-7624654755739310679</id><published>2009-11-05T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T08:08:08.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LET'S ASSUME IT'S 4/11/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs167.snc1/6251_1206568365588_1270023354_30591377_1498150_n.jpg" height="210" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(i took that photo. hehehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I DID NOT FORGET. I JUST DIDN'T HAVE THE TIME OR THE LAPTOP TO GO ONLINE.&lt;br /&gt;ahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAYANG &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;i've always loved you,&lt;br /&gt;Still loving you,&lt;br /&gt;and WILL love you&lt;br /&gt;forever. sampai mati.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY?!&lt;br /&gt;byeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-7624654755739310679?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/7624654755739310679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=7624654755739310679' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/7624654755739310679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/7624654755739310679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2009/11/lets-assume-its-41109.html' title='LET&apos;S ASSUME IT&apos;S 4/11/09'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6679155573302592818.post-8380865697775923086</id><published>2009-11-05T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T19:22:52.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't get enough of you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.elpl.org/sites/default/files/rockband2.jpg" width="360" height="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday at 3 was awesome. Walked to arshad's house in the rain with Aiman.&lt;br /&gt;I hope it didn't make a wrong impression to people who saw us! O:&lt;br /&gt;Pizza was already there with Jo Yee, Ashikin, Eli, Danush, Ken Yoong, Gavin and ofcourse Arshad when we arrived.&lt;br /&gt;The Unborn was on his humongous screen tv.&lt;br /&gt;couldn't watch it while eating.&lt;br /&gt;bluekkk.&lt;br /&gt;MAIN ROCKBAND LAH BEST KANN?! :D&lt;br /&gt;Sang songs.&lt;br /&gt;NOT  EASY.&lt;br /&gt;drums lagi senang kot.&lt;br /&gt;So we played songs&lt;br /&gt;by Green Day, Weezer, The Strokes, Jet, All American Rejects...&lt;br /&gt;ape lagi?&lt;br /&gt;Evanescence, The Killers, Linkin Park.&lt;br /&gt;dan banyak lagi! :D&lt;br /&gt;Then SCORE DUEL WITH AIMAN.&lt;br /&gt;Reptilia - The Strokes on expert.&lt;br /&gt;agak awesome. cause I won.&lt;br /&gt;but I think it was pure luck.&lt;br /&gt;after that semua kalah. roflolmao.&lt;br /&gt;Arshad so powerr. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night watched the MJ punya movie documentary thing tu.&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS IT! It was good.&lt;br /&gt;My mom definitely enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Tak pergi school.&lt;br /&gt;muhahahahaharrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will end this post with a&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-8380865697775923086?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/8380865697775923086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=8380865697775923086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/8380865697775923086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/8380865697775923086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-cant-get-enough-of-you.html' title='I can&apos;t get enough of you!'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-2585048541690164947</id><published>2009-11-01T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T07:30:34.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>junk food.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday, 1st November.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a bigggggg craving for junk food.&lt;br /&gt;My dad brought Finzie and I out to Giant nak beli bende while he gets fruits.&lt;br /&gt;"healthy" lah konon. :D&lt;br /&gt;homgz our goodie bag gila penuh.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;sorait, gym gym gym everyday!&lt;br /&gt;lulzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday, 2nd November.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's back from Miri!&lt;br /&gt;School was again, ohsosangat boring.&lt;br /&gt;Jeshua brought Cl... uhh., Cra.. what's that  board game called again?&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH CRANIUM. haha it's an awesome but complicated and mind-tiring game.&lt;br /&gt;But it's not like I played pun.&lt;br /&gt;Later that night&lt;br /&gt;Got tix for This Is It.&lt;br /&gt;Then checked out pianos in Euphony kat Ikano.&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh pianos. I call 'em love love love love love.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahlol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's MCR all over again.&lt;br /&gt;This AAR craze won't end anytime soon. Bare with me, yo. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-2585048541690164947?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/2585048541690164947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=2585048541690164947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/2585048541690164947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/2585048541690164947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2009/11/junk-food.html' title='junk food.'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-6358419918294745024</id><published>2009-11-01T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T19:24:18.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wind Blows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://api.ning.com/files/YxMN*vdMTeEbHWPZhZTllQ*SM7doGKs3N786pEyE4qswkSPnWpzY2DUXpLEAsyjyX*d-UIxj0ayCXKmJL*j1uQUPgldFNQxY/bb58974235ce4a1e8f6b53235af18d55.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI! :D Went for my second biggest concert of my life yesterday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes, The All American Rejects. *WHOOOO~!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(first was MCR. duhh)&lt;br /&gt;We all (Iman, Jo Yee, Arshad, Phei Fern and I) arrived quite late but it wasn't a big problem.&lt;br /&gt;No biggy. We still got a nice view.&lt;br /&gt;While lining up I saw Husni (lama tak jumpa), Hanis, Nima, and siapa tah. And Amsyar. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Then there was Chia Sing, Jesslyn and siapa tah that dude who was with them.&lt;br /&gt;Went in and it was packed all the way to the front. But we managed to squeeze through. Got close enough. Halfway through we split up, got lost in the crowd. Thank God Iman was with me.&lt;br /&gt;Opening acts took too much time.&lt;br /&gt;Made Iman and I go "Blegh". Pop Shuvit and One Buck Short were okay lah.&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, AAR only came out at 9.40.&lt;br /&gt;NINE FORTY. SEMBILEN EMPAT PULUH.&lt;br /&gt;PEE EM.&lt;br /&gt;URGH!)_+^%$&amp;amp;%#(#*@(&amp;amp;#&lt;br /&gt;Atleast they came out. That's good. hahahahahhhalol.&lt;br /&gt;I sang along almost all the songs.&lt;br /&gt;Almost. I was the only one singing The Last Song around my area.&lt;br /&gt;haha :D&lt;br /&gt;ape laaah korang.&lt;br /&gt;but whatevs the whole thing was uhhmazing. awesome awesome awesome.&lt;br /&gt;No meet and greet lah but that's okay. Hidup ini hanya sementara.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Though I would love it. I got soooo jealous when this dudette was on the phone saying&lt;br /&gt;"OMYGOD I GOT A PICTURE WITH TYSON HEHEEEHEHEHEHE!!!"&lt;br /&gt;kegedikan. Saya tidak suka. Tapi jealous gila aah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it ended I saw Adi Ilya O:&lt;br /&gt;Yes I still remember the dude.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if he actually still remembers me or he just smiled cause I was staring at him so hard.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Sorry if you were scared or freaked out lol. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go, the second best night in my life. :D&lt;br /&gt;so far.&lt;br /&gt;My wedding night would probably be the best night.&lt;br /&gt;hahhahaahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-6358419918294745024?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/6358419918294745024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=6358419918294745024' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/6358419918294745024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/6358419918294745024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2009/11/hi-d-went-for-my-second-biggest-concert.html' title='The Wind Blows'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6679155573302592818.post-3279202777797918654</id><published>2009-10-30T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T21:21:24.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>let's pull my hair off :D</title><content type='html'>Unexpect the Expected.&lt;br /&gt;A slight feeling of regret.&lt;br /&gt;It was totally pointless without my gang. :/&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. What's done's done. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly these American bands are adding me on myspace asking me to check 'em out.&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty cool :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIMME A SONG TO LEARN ON GUITAR OR PIANO DAMNIT!&lt;br /&gt;A n00b song pun takpe.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a n00b :D&lt;br /&gt;4C n00b.&lt;br /&gt;hahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finz, when are we gonna start on our vlogs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL AMERICAN REJECTS HERE I COME. :D&lt;br /&gt;I better get a nice view of ugly Tyson. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Why must you be on drugs huh?&lt;br /&gt;You live such a perfect life.&lt;br /&gt;Some people are just too bodoh to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, Monday. Please come slooooowwwww.&lt;br /&gt;tanak jadi MC ):&lt;br /&gt;"Good morning, teachers, prefects, friends, cousins, uncles, admirers, and even enemies.&lt;br /&gt;As you know, or as you may not, I am Yasmin and I will be the MC for today's weekly assembly."&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be awesome if we could speak like that?&lt;br /&gt;To read the whole script word by word is damn boring lahhzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like bands. When I like a band, I like them very much. I specifically like THIS band. No, there's no link there so don't click the "THIS". When I like a band, I don't like it when they fight or when they turn their backs on one of the members. It's sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hot Attics, it was a big disappointment to know you guys weren't performing that night. Really it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY FRANK ANTHONY IERO :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://th06.deviantart.net/fs38/300W/i/2009/084/d/6/Frank_Iero_by_getrevenge1124.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture credit goes to &lt;a href="http://getrevenge1124.deviantart.com/"&gt;~getrevenge&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's almost been 2 years since I met you, first and last.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget that moment when you turned to look at me and say...&lt;br /&gt;"Hi".&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Good times...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-3279202777797918654?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/3279202777797918654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=3279202777797918654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/3279202777797918654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/3279202777797918654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2009/10/lets-pull-my-hair-off-d.html' title='let&apos;s pull my hair off :D'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-4381755749292301481</id><published>2009-10-29T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T06:30:22.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PHAIL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday, 27th October, 2.30 p.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Iman.&lt;br /&gt;Aiman and Arshad tagged along.&lt;br /&gt;They went to watch pendorum. (spelling? :/)&lt;br /&gt;We both literally walked the whole of One Utama (old wing, new wing, top floor, ground floor etc.)&lt;br /&gt;looking for ONE TOP&lt;br /&gt;that would fit the dress code ; smart casual, black and white for the men, colorful for ladies.&lt;br /&gt;we're ladies. that's the hard part. ):&lt;br /&gt;party's tomorrow and I'm in a dilemma of what to wear.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT TO WEAR?!&lt;br /&gt;I'm blending in with the guys.&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing smart casual and colorful. -____-&lt;br /&gt;Open my wardrobe and almost everything's black and white.&lt;br /&gt;ADOI.&lt;br /&gt;(sad face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday 28th October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School. Was... Boring. As usual. No surprise there.&lt;br /&gt;Oh but there was ONE surprise. :)&lt;br /&gt;heh heh heh heh hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday 29th October&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Some people from The One Academy came to our school and gave like a talk. No, more like a workshop. It was all about art. Digital Painting, Illustrations, Graphic Designing, etc etc. pretty amazing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today wasn't a waste.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW'S GONNA BE AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;but scary. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so nervous for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;aaaaah takut.&lt;br /&gt;What if they eat me alive?!&lt;br /&gt;O:&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh, nahh they won't do that.&lt;br /&gt;They're human.&lt;br /&gt;Just like me :D&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;How bad can they be, right?&lt;br /&gt;*GULP*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I will enter the Orange rooftop dengan bacaan Bismillah!&lt;br /&gt;yay~!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-4381755749292301481?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/4381755749292301481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=4381755749292301481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/4381755749292301481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/4381755749292301481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2009/10/phail.html' title='PHAIL'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6679155573302592818.post-1223588167061568942</id><published>2009-10-26T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T08:02:22.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FUN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.gua.com.my/photobank/2009/9/60/full/MPPB_18112.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CUCI THE MUSICAL! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;go watch it. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Best musical out of the 5 I've watched in my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER SATUU.&lt;br /&gt;I tell you ahh, I was laughing the whole way.&lt;br /&gt;These people up here, they are AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;Amazing on TV, MUCH MORE AMAZING-ER in person. :D&lt;br /&gt;(I  broke my grammar in purpose)&lt;br /&gt;Best gila siall musical ni.&lt;br /&gt;eeeeeeh nak tengok lagi!&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.hans-isaac.com/images/thumbnail/CUCI_show.jpg" height="400" width="280" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayy Chia Sing and Jia Wei's party on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Shopping tmrw with Iman.&lt;br /&gt;and AAR in 6 more days!&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOOOO~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6679155573302592818-1223588167061568942?l=lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/feeds/1223588167061568942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6679155573302592818&amp;postID=1223588167061568942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/1223588167061568942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6679155573302592818/posts/default/1223588167061568942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifentimesofyasminr.blogspot.com/2009/10/fun.html' title='FUN!'/><author><name>Yasmin R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06027638732805397122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
