<?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-30487415</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:26:49.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We were both young when i first saw you</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>374</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-5786047361350415934</id><published>2009-11-15T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T21:27:45.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im trying to upload the ohsomany pictures taken today and yesterday but both fb and tumblr are giving problems. Perangai dokk ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kak Yanti's wedding was funfun, mostly because i get to meet my awesome cousins *ehem ehem* like dhiaar and farhan, haha! Basically, i enjoyed today alot and not counting the fact that i suceeded one day walking around in heels! Im so proud of myself. Heheh. And oh, i took pics with Marina Yusoff and her daughter, Oshin. Oshin is uber photogenic lah, and Marina's pregnant yet still so pretayye! Omg i totally love today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let today be different, let the night be dull. All it needs is a simple gesture.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-5786047361350415934?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/5786047361350415934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/5786047361350415934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-trying-to-upload-ohsomany-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-5103250313446449724</id><published>2009-11-14T22:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T22:42:53.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dissapointed with Expo</title><content type='html'>You just had to made me sad. But nevermind, we shall be optimistic. There is more to life than just what we are going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long awaited meet-up with BFF was today. And we did super randomzzz things, like we decided to go Expo for fun. Haha! Then the sad part of things happened there, you can actually guess lah. Nono, it wasn’t BFF. It’s about somebody we met there. Anyway, after that i went Bedok for my cousin’s wedding, lots of pictures taken. I promise i’ll upload tmr or monday okay! Cousin was uber arrogant! I don’t have a cousin called Mann, LOL. But farhan was uber uber fun to be with, he’s so cool can? Haha! Im supposed to read some IVP article bcs im gna be in Bedok the whole of tmr. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-5103250313446449724?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/5103250313446449724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/5103250313446449724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/11/dissapointed-with-expo.html' title='dissapointed with Expo'/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-1493032451512651079</id><published>2009-11-07T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T00:03:45.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DVPA CA1: Video for SMF</title><content type='html'>DVPA CA1: Video for Singapore Maritime Foundation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Objective: To recruit more Singaporean youths into the Maritime Industry and change their misconceptions of the industry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due: Tuesday, 10 November 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last tuesday during DVPA, I came out with an idea which i call the “Thank You” idea because it was inspired by the &lt;em&gt;Thank You (fill in the name of teacher)&lt;/em&gt; advertisement. The DVPA tutor, Sam approves it but i still thought it wasn’t convincing enough. Ytd, I spent one whole night trying to put all the pieces of storyboard together but nothing special came out. But i thought, never mind i shall just go on with this since Sam approves? Deep inside, i knew i wanted something different. Something unique, an out-of-the-box idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was working on it since 10pm just now, again trying to convince myself that this idea would go fine. But still, deep down i knew it would go fine but i wouldn’t score. And while i was thinking thinking thinking, then OMG SOMETHING CAME OUT. Sam had said “You don’t need a soccer ball to talk about soccer.” And true enough, my latest idea does not consists of any sea/ship/seafarer etc. I was drafting the whole storyboard and discovered i had 15 frames! I emailed Sam to ask for his opinion. I really hope this goes well! Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I AM SO SATISFIED/DELIGHTED with myself! Ok now, let’s create the proper storyboard!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-1493032451512651079?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/1493032451512651079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/1493032451512651079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/11/dvpa-ca1-video-for-smf.html' title='DVPA CA1: Video for SMF'/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-9049516211927964277</id><published>2009-11-05T19:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T19:25:22.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oneworlday</title><content type='html'>oneworlday gameshow is oficially over. it was worth the meetings, discussions and research we had since the holidays till this very morning. thankyou wenbin, li teng, steven and shilton for guiding me through and sharing all your experiences. although im only in year 1, you guys never discriminate/underestimate me. instead, you gave me trust and responsibility. i hope i did well because i gave my best. today was our day, congratulations we did it! this isn't the ending, it is just the beginning of our friendship and everything else. we shall all keep in touch okay!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesyes, it is over. but doesn't mean im free now. haha, there's a visit to an advertising agency for our IPRA CA1 tmr. DVPA maritime video is due on tuesday. omgomgomg. but oh, thanks to oneworlday nation booths(the india booth in particular), i have henna on my hand!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-9049516211927964277?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/9049516211927964277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/9049516211927964277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/11/oneworlday.html' title='oneworlday'/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-5429515866517171084</id><published>2009-11-05T01:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T01:11:58.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Look at the time!&lt;br /&gt;I have an 8am class tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Pan pacific dinner was mesmerising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why i am still up is because i am preparing for oneworlday gameshow tomorrow, im on LOA the whole day tmr but i wna go newswriting class(mdm rohanah) at 10-12pm! Let's hope we are gna be free during that period. I mean, since the actual gameshow actually starts in the afternoon. We'll see how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not updating on blogger as much as i do on tumblr, but even if i do update tumblr they are mostly reblogs which consists of graphics/images. It has been a busy week, really. I shall update on Saturday. And ohshit, there's a wedding i have to attend on saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-5429515866517171084?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/5429515866517171084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/5429515866517171084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/11/look-at-time-i-have-8am-class-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-7738142831136523004</id><published>2009-10-31T20:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:27:13.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was funfun! thanks for the treat yeah! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A busy week awaits me. There's like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;shopping date after school on monday &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;make-up tutorial on tuesday, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SIFE World Cup Reception at Pan Pacific Hotel on wednesday, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One World Day Gameshow on thursday, and &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;another make-up lesson on friday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't worry Michelle, i know we kinda promised to movie-date next week and i'll try to squeeze that through my schedule too okay?(;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On one of the days last week, one of my coursemates was wondering how do i get to spend my time with friends and family, be busy with my CCA and SPOT and do well in my studies as well. He also included smth abt me being the next Mendaki president or smth. Haha, he's so random! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And on another day, one of my (sweetest but we argue alot) friend was being really concerned about me being really busy that he says i should reduce the number of responsibilities i have. THANKS a lot for all the care, my dear friends. But really, i am doing fine. I guess it's the strong will, self-discipline and passion that keeps me going. And of course, the support. I will stop whenever i need to but for now, i am really fine. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-7738142831136523004?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/7738142831136523004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/7738142831136523004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-was-funfun-thanks-for-treat-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-4719226822321693314</id><published>2009-10-30T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T19:36:49.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We had our CA briefing from an external client today. Cool huh? Im only 17 and i already have a client! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i join theatre back? I do miss those times while we were preparing for GPA and all, back in Fuhua. &lt;em&gt;Theatre Compass, Sang Singa Purba.&lt;/em&gt; Idk, should i? I mean im alrdy in SPSE. But actually SPSE isn’t that hectic, so maybe i should give some time to theatre? I really don’t know. Should i, should i???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, KFC breakfast and RP tmr. Luckily there’s Ramanan, or else i’ll be all alone. Heh, thanks ah Ramanan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-4719226822321693314?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/4719226822321693314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/4719226822321693314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-had-our-ca-briefing-from-external.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-1862969109994339334</id><published>2009-10-28T19:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T19:41:43.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel glad to be able to be where i am, to live in such a situation with so many wonders happening all around me. I thank God for giving me the opportunity to witness all the sudden flow of different emotions happening simultaneously. And im really proud, happy and relieved to be able to keep in touch with all these loved ones. It's all happening within the past few months, like it suddenly happened. Just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing matters, dialogue session with Minister Teo Ser Luck was such a joy. Especially having to hang out with the cool people like MICHELLE, SHAH, RAFIQ, NADIA, SHARON, MARK, IKA, YAN TING and many others. We are planning to watch Jennifer's Body next week after school! That idea came like suddenly, haha. But really, they are fun people to be with. And Shah isn't as scary as i thought, hehe. The dissapointment came much later when i met the lecturer in charge for Parent's Forum volunteers this Saturday and she said i might as well not come if i can only reach school at noon. So yesyes, i am only attending the SIFE leadership training this Saturday. Abbas isn't coming, but at least Ramanan says he is. Yay, i got friend. Haha. I think it's weird that i know a lot of these "famous" seniors, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was otw home, mp3 was on shuffle and suddenly i was listening to Rossa's Hati Yang Kau Sakiti. This caught my ear: &lt;em&gt;Ku hanya bisa mengatakan apa yang ku rasa &lt;/em&gt;which means &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can only say what i feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and i was like "Ehk, this song kind of understands what we are going through, huh?" I mean i did my part, i tagged your blog and i even sms you. So now what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i gotta do my stuffs now. I promised myself not to be on blogger for too long today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-1862969109994339334?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/1862969109994339334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/1862969109994339334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-feel-glad-to-be-able-to-be-where-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-8737426295168641239</id><published>2009-10-27T18:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T18:52:59.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just finished my bag of Pecan Choc Chips, haha random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digital Video Production and Applications was totally fun! I'm loving DMC more as days go by. It makes me really glad to know i made the right choice, despite the uncontinuous questions from relatives who go "Why never go JC?" when they realise that I scored 10 points for my L1R5. I'm glad for Jared because he's being advanced to year 2 in AJC, yay for him!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so touched that my dear Iqbal, Asraff and Shahril are still in contact with me and they are all updating me about their O papers. Awws. And they are not even from Fuhua Sec. And no, they don't come from any sec schools in the West either. In fact, they are form Junyuan Sec which is located in Tampines. Yesyes, rmb SPXperience? That was how i met these lovely boys. I was really touched when Iqbal spared me his 5 minutes of revising maths time last night, just to talk to me. Awws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh oh, there's Web Publishing at 8am tmr. And a dialogue session with Minister Teo Ser Luck at 3pm tmr too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHH. Check this out. There is Parents' Forum at SP this Saturday and I had promised to help Ms Trudy for the tours held at Studio 19 or smth like that. Today, i received an email from my CCA president, who says i have to attend a compulsory SIFE workshop at RP this Saturday, because i am a prospective President/Vice-P. I was like "WHATTTTTTT?" when i read that whole email. And so, idk which one should i go? Workshop or help Ms Trudy?&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/30487415-8737426295168641239?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/8737426295168641239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/8737426295168641239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-just-finished-my-bag-of-pecan-choc.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-8375730850129732926</id><published>2009-10-25T17:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T17:55:34.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thankyou for having a bad request, tumblr.&lt;br /&gt;i shall use blogger today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home with a stalk of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt; for 2 consecutive days(i.e Thurs/Fri) and today, i got a stalk of &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sunflower&lt;/span&gt;! Awws. Thankyouuuuu. I'm back with my dosage of Famous Amos too, heheh. My sister is watching the encore telecast of Project Hope but I decide not to, just in case the &lt;em&gt;drama&lt;/em&gt; happens all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a happyyyyyy week so far! I'm so proud of my tutees, they got superb results. But i think I've been giving them too much Maths practice, they need moreeeee time for English and Sci. We'll all work it out together when school starts again. Meanwhile, enjoy your holidays girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is all around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-8375730850129732926?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/8375730850129732926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/8375730850129732926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/10/thankyou-for-having-bad-request-tumblr.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-2593808487445333878</id><published>2009-10-21T22:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T22:24:56.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg i am so boredddddddddd right now. I wna use the comp bt lazy to switch it on, heheh. And ppl aren't replying to my smses ): Its kinda still early to sleeeeeep, i wna chat with my cousin but hes not replying to my sms. He alw take such a loooooong time to reply lah sehh. Hmph. I like chatting with my cousin. Hes so farnnnnnny. Haha. And he alw type like thiiiiiiis and now i tnk im influenced by him. Hah. Yay, my cousin replies my sms! Ok, bye blogger. Am I making it sound like as if he's the only cousin that i have? Or maybe i sound like im the only person who has a cousin? Hehe, sorry if i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh tmr, im mtg Chaoyong to return his hist tb which i did not evn use eventually, Afni during chinese lesson and Faris to return his eng tys. YAY. (Today, i met Hafizah at the bustop, Tatiana in the bus otw to sch, and Georgia while i was walking uphill to T19)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres a&lt;strike&gt;n &lt;strike&gt;intl day&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; one world day quiz mtg on friday! 2 more weeks to the real gameshow, im really excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, im so glad i met up with Bat ytd evening.&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Marlena's more than just a senior, she's nice. I like talking to her.&lt;br /&gt;Wan's back to bcmg my close buddy too! Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay fine, im done. Byeeeeeee(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-2593808487445333878?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/2593808487445333878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/2593808487445333878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/10/omg-i-am-so-boredddddddddd-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-4026539187667217453</id><published>2009-10-20T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T20:59:50.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Updateeeeeeeees&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i think i'm falling again, hehe &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sarah marlena is niceeeeee!(: &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 days of school has been alrights so far, i love ytd the most&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-4026539187667217453?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/4026539187667217453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/4026539187667217453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-think-im-falling-again-hehe-sarah.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-6870758770298501822</id><published>2009-10-15T12:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T12:09:56.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's raining&lt;br /&gt;and i'm in SP's Koufu&lt;br /&gt;with my SPOT group members&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally had a chance to talk to my cousin&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;And i realised i had so much to ask/tell him&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Cousin, you make me deprived for not coming to my house for idk hw many years that you cant even rmb where i stay. Haha&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/30487415-6870758770298501822?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/6870758770298501822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/6870758770298501822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-raining-and-im-in-sps-koufu-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-1401436268185529292</id><published>2009-10-14T19:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T19:41:34.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There would be no classes for IVP and IDEA for the first two weeks of school which means lots of make-up classes after that and much much more catching up to do. What a way to start Sem 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much happier note, i discovered my cousins' fb, yay! I've always wanted to get in touch with them bcs we are all around the same age, so we can all bond and hangout together! And and i finally know how to spell dhiaarahman's name. Haha, i hope that was right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-1401436268185529292?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/1401436268185529292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/1401436268185529292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/10/there-would-be-no-classes-for-ivp-idea.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-5258052933956445068</id><published>2009-10-12T19:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T19:57:12.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what should i name &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;it could have been 5 years ago, but you are making another imprint one more time.&lt;br /&gt;maybe batrishiya is right. (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-5258052933956445068?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/5258052933956445068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/5258052933956445068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-should-i-name-him-it-could-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-8461003368075735223</id><published>2009-10-06T18:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T18:56:46.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to visit ion@orchard, Marina Barrage and Sg flyer. And go to Central again, to enjoy the view all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidetrack a little, i totally love busy weeks! Haha. Ramanan, i wanna know the SIFE results!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh Jared, i just rmb tt i actually have 2 B&amp;amp;J vouchers for you. Haha, you must be wondering how do i get so many of them. But i think one is expired and the other is expiring soon, will pass the unexpired one to you when we meet &lt;strong&gt;soon&lt;/strong&gt;. Somehow, i think its better to communicate with you thru blog then sms. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: Oh boy, don't you think you're making it a little too obvious?(;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-8461003368075735223?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/8461003368075735223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/8461003368075735223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-want-to-visit-i-onorchard-marina.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-1927531664660112164</id><published>2009-10-05T22:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T22:29:51.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i wished you'd treat me differently from others,&lt;br /&gt;i wished you'd pick the stars for me.&lt;br /&gt;it's your smile i want to see each morning,&lt;br /&gt;it's your tears that i want to share.&lt;br /&gt;nothing can hold us back,&lt;br /&gt;if only you cared. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Unknown\&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389122578696298978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SsoCbro64eI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/ItoK292Ntq4/s400/sunset-beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-1927531664660112164?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/1927531664660112164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/1927531664660112164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wished-youd-treat-me-differently-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SsoCbro64eI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/ItoK292Ntq4/s72-c/sunset-beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-4391346172195460033</id><published>2009-10-05T14:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T15:02:26.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ytd was simply funnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we met after 5 long years. Yps mates are still the same, though most of us grew taller. i felt like a prisch kid all over again, im sure evrybody did. initially, i was afraid that it wouldnt turn out as great esp when i found out we had only 2 houses to visit! but i was definitely wrong, bcs alfiyan hakim sharil (who used to be the quiet ones) really talked and jokes. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i stil, think we need another meet-up lovelies(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;With love&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389007191455129458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SsmZfQq1X3I/AAAAAAAAA9I/5TfIelWxNrs/s400/yps2.jpg" border="0" /&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/30487415-4391346172195460033?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/4391346172195460033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/4391346172195460033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/10/ytd-was-simply-funnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SsmZfQq1X3I/AAAAAAAAA9I/5TfIelWxNrs/s72-c/yps2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-7846673489574521792</id><published>2009-09-23T09:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T10:09:56.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SrmARiIc7yI/AAAAAAAAA84/Jh-PDjFmvK4/s1600-h/results.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384475868206526242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SrmARiIc7yI/AAAAAAAAA84/Jh-PDjFmvK4/s400/results.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alhamdulilah, worth all the hours and perseverance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-7846673489574521792?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/7846673489574521792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/7846673489574521792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/09/alhamdulilah-worth-all-hours-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SrmARiIc7yI/AAAAAAAAA84/Jh-PDjFmvK4/s72-c/results.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-8527353636094857632</id><published>2009-09-16T14:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:14:55.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kadang-kadang Allah sembunyikan matahari,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dia datangkan petir dan kilat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kita tertanya-tanya ke mana hilangnya matahari,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rupa-rupanya Allah memberi kita pelangi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pODnu_C0WtM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&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/pODnu_C0WtM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-8527353636094857632?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/8527353636094857632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/8527353636094857632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/09/kadang-kadang-allah-sembunyikan.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-8550466253474554307</id><published>2009-09-15T20:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:08:08.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SEVENTEEN. Thankyou &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;asraff, razi, zahirah, zahira, chih peng, sharil, afiqah, amy, haziqah, cik ana, shazana, nabilah, farah, sadali, diyanah, christina, nigel, ben, ajmal, mr tan, kak yani, hafiz, firdaus, yuni, eelynn, afni, wayne, ruyi, ain, eugene, carissa, jared, ramanan, esther, vanessa, nicholas&lt;/span&gt; for all the wishes. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished Mrt guy did smth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-8550466253474554307?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/8550466253474554307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/8550466253474554307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/09/17.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-3417773286437994604</id><published>2009-09-11T22:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T23:06:06.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Would it be ok if i change my step, right now? Would it be too late&lt;br /&gt;Or do i wait for another 4 years?&lt;br /&gt;Berilah petunjuk, ya rabb.&lt;br /&gt;My mind isn't in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: I wish i had the guts to knock on your house and say this, but anw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy SEVENTEENTH, Mrt guy!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-3417773286437994604?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/3417773286437994604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/3417773286437994604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/09/would-it-be-ok-if-i-change-my-step.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-2559724368103434305</id><published>2009-09-06T16:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T17:11:30.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realised how much i miss staying in, especially when it rains almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I spent the past few days baking cookies, and helping my mum with her pineapple tarts as we try to fulfil the orders for Hari Raya from friends and family. And my days are spent _, you know how.&lt;br /&gt;Ramadhan is coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;Now, i crave for Coffee Bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ytd, these kids came!&lt;br /&gt;[picture]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-2559724368103434305?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/2559724368103434305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/2559724368103434305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-just-realised-how-much-i-miss-staying.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-7379775047114760296</id><published>2009-09-02T06:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T06:15:42.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes, im back!&lt;br /&gt;I totally love the feeling that i get after ICP, the satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: I need a job to kill this 6-month break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-7379775047114760296?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/7379775047114760296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/7379775047114760296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/09/yes-im-back-i-totally-love-feeling-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-6764273045354068906</id><published>2009-08-19T17:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T20:35:56.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;now that everything else is over, allow me to mug till 1st Sept. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;msg me if anytg bcs i wont be online till then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;call for immediate response. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meanwhile, mug hard ppl and takecare! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I thank god for meeting me with R. R, thanks for being sucha nice person and a great bro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Congrats for the A1 for O June malay paper, am so proud of ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have to say this: i was grinning so wide when i received the msg frm R at 10.15 am today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And that was even bfr i knew you got an A1, but the smile was bcs you made me realise i am  no longer deprived of a brother. Finally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-6764273045354068906?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/6764273045354068906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/6764273045354068906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/08/now-that-everything-else-is-over-allow.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-1369582666611822699</id><published>2009-08-17T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T20:46:05.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;it makes my knees go weak, butterflies in the stomach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sayup hati ini, terasa kekerdilan diri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tersedar betapa agungnya kuasaMu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;subhanallah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;pemergian Ustaz Asri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ramadhan bakal tiba.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-1369582666611822699?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/1369582666611822699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/1369582666611822699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-makes-my-knees-go-weak-butterflies.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-7293513091706646036</id><published>2009-08-17T10:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T10:50:11.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good news people: I have been SPOTed(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thanks for the opportunity, am so gonna make it worthwhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, I gotta complete my script for ONOW presentation, refresh my memory for ITB Word ICA tmr and revise for Chinese test on Weds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-7293513091706646036?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/7293513091706646036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/7293513091706646036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-news-people-i-have-been-spoted.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-5593571734847182074</id><published>2009-08-16T19:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T19:38:39.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;diam seribu bahasa, bibir tak mampu bicara. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;engkau kata apa? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dia yang durjana, atau engkau yang menyeksa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;ramadhan in 6 days, i cant wait. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hairloveeeeee! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i wanna watch the time traveller's wife so bad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-5593571734847182074?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/5593571734847182074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/5593571734847182074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/08/diam-seribu-bahasa-bibir-tak-mampu.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-2676050990218726598</id><published>2009-08-15T13:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T13:20:34.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Now i know what i mean to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;thanks for all we've been through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: I woke up late so reached tuition place 1/2 hour later :$&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-2676050990218726598?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SoWNgF4JOnI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/Z24ZRZUUkmE/s1600-h/ND09.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was how i spent my 3 days National Day holiday (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369861239399896658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SoWUWLOR1lI/AAAAAAAAA8o/5gZJcJSB3ms/s400/Untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tuition in less than 8 hours' time, heh.&lt;br /&gt;Exams soon and im done with Sem 1!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-7846232566022777745?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/7846232566022777745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/7846232566022777745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-was-how-i-spent-my-3-days-national.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SoWUWLOR1lI/AAAAAAAAA8o/5gZJcJSB3ms/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-935646883076931564</id><published>2009-08-13T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T21:34:32.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, i don't even feel safe in my own room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, I'm gonna declare this publicly: I &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; Wak Ani for doing whatever she did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-935646883076931564?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/935646883076931564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/935646883076931564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/08/now-i-dont-even-feel-safe-in-my-room.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-444639689101229096</id><published>2009-08-02T17:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T17:42:50.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear _,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he's just &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; that into you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think it's best for you to move on, &lt;strong&gt;pretty&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-444639689101229096?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/444639689101229096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/444639689101229096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/08/dear-hes-just-not-that-into-you-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-4125850207735390154</id><published>2009-08-01T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T22:13:25.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When tiredness arise, i feel a need for time to stop. But then again, life's too sweet for that. Thanks for the beautiful day. Interviewing aint that bad after all. But of course, im not the one being interviewed. Today, i reminded myself again: &lt;em&gt;Celebrities are who they are because we make them one. If we choose to make them a somebody, then they will be. If we dont, then they become nobody.&lt;/em&gt; Now i need inspiration and a story angle, deadline's on wednesday. And hopefully, im on BH again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, i shall try to get enough sleep and make full use of time whenever there is enough of it. Nokia E63 has definitely made my work much easier, hehs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-4125850207735390154?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/4125850207735390154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/4125850207735390154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-tiredness-arise-i-feel-need-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-777439077168775649</id><published>2009-07-29T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T00:05:00.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How do i tell someone i miss spending those times with him/her? Only a year ago, awws.&lt;br /&gt;Im glad i left Chinese at 4pm to attend the SPOT briefing, lets hope i get into SPOT.&lt;br /&gt;If you realise, my recent posts has been quite short. Not because im busy or idk wht to write but bcs&lt;br /&gt;1. im not ready to tell everyone what im going thru, yet.&lt;br /&gt;2. i dont want to say the wrong things and give a wrong impression&lt;br /&gt;3. there's too many going on, idk which to write about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i know is, i cant wait for Sem 1 to be officially over. Last paper is on 1st Sept (Teachers' Day) and back to fuhua aft that. I miss fuhua. [Dearest (good)friend&lt;s&gt;s&lt;/s&gt;, lets meet at fuhua on 1st Sept?]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-777439077168775649?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/777439077168775649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/777439077168775649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-do-i-tell-someone-i-miss-spending.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-5687153021148386999</id><published>2009-07-27T18:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T18:44:22.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This morning, across the bustop. I saw you, the one whom i spent my primary school days with. You look so different, yet quite similar. Through those eyes, i knew you trying to convey something. Something so deep and delicate. We will meet again, soon. And by then, we shall exchange stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chat with Irfan, was nice. It's good to know he knows what he wants and how independent he is. Im so impressed, truly. He's made wise choices, and i hope to see him excel.&lt;br /&gt;Im glad Shahril would be attending the Dpa interview for DMC this thursday. See you, bro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digital Film or Applied Psychology?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-5687153021148386999?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/5687153021148386999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/5687153021148386999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-morning-across-bustop.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-1131223691325769363</id><published>2009-07-25T16:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T16:43:13.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As we continue flooding each other's tagboards, i hope you're doing fine. Not just okay, but fine. Crushbot predicted Babat to be my No. 1 crush, WHAT?! HAHA! Funny ttm. I miss fuhua. Let's meet up soon bcs as much as i want to know what happened/has been happening to you, i also have alot to tell you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-1131223691325769363?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/1131223691325769363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/1131223691325769363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-we-flood-each-others-tagboards-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-3322302956369085707</id><published>2009-07-24T12:12:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T13:02:19.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I used to be lovedrunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it wasn't meant for me. Actually i could foresee it, appearing in BH two days in a row implied that i would not be the 10 finalists for the competion (though i wanted to be one of them so badly). But, the best thing was meeting the girls and the oh-so-friendly Effandy! It's a wonder how a celebrity can be so down-to-earth. And yes girls, pictures will be uploaded soon (on fb). See, i told you this week's gna be exciting. And now, i cant wait for Spgg on Sunday. Do come down to show your support alrights!(:&lt;br /&gt;Btw, Wednesday was inspired by my late granddad, and ytd was all about SPX.&lt;br /&gt;p.s: Syarif Sleeq VERY sombong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tgif.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-3322302956369085707?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/3322302956369085707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/3322302956369085707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/07/maybe-it-wasnt-meant-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-4456183055577477697</id><published>2009-07-21T20:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T20:44:58.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a wonder how small, little things make such an impact on your life. Today, it was a 1.05-min phonecall. I really hope that phonecall meant smth deeper, and has much more meaning than just attending an event. I really, do hope bcs i believe it would bring meaning to my life and create a better change, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;I knew this week is going to be an exciting one, but i didnt expect it to go this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: Tembam DOES NOT equal Fat, hehs (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-4456183055577477697?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/4456183055577477697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/4456183055577477697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-wonder-how-small-little-things-make.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-443018866460952926</id><published>2009-07-19T21:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T11:13:44.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a ruined weekend. The only best thing was meeting up with As and Shahril, which only lasted for an hour(or even less) at a Tamp voiddeck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to say N-O, NO.&lt;br /&gt;I am never going to do things that would benefit others but makes my days hell, not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i cant wait for next Sunday bcs thers &lt;strong&gt;Flea Market at SPGG frm 10.30 to 6.30pm&lt;/strong&gt;. I'll be ther so i shall see you there too, yeahs? (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt of my late &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nyai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(paternal grandmother) on my late &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;omah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s(maternal grandmother) 1-year death anniversary. What's that suppose to mean? I miss them alot, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s: APM was such a BIG FAILURE. Am so upset over what happened during the whole show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-443018866460952926?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/443018866460952926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/443018866460952926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-had-ruined-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-8382337234008127726</id><published>2009-07-18T19:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T20:15:59.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just have to, must say this. I AM TIRED. I only had a total of 7 hours(?) of sleep over the past few days. It doesnt sound like a big thing for some ppl, but for me it is. Bcs i used to be someone who goes to bed by 11.30pm and wakes up at 5.30am. And im late for lectures, and tutorials. No longer the &lt;em&gt;early-by-5mins before lessons&lt;/em&gt; me, so sad. It's getting nowhere and i cant seem to be catching up on my sleep. Maybe it's bcs of those 1500+2800 words of essays that im writing, and the pay is not even worth all these trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe R was right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe R is right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe R is really right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a lighter note, Im looking forward to Tampines tmr. And i hope to get a new bag! (Please, mum?) Hee. An evening at Dzulhady's place ytd was really nice!, loved it lots. Mum said Mrt guy's elder bro is warded in NUH?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let those balloons lift me up, into a world where we can be together. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359771477851668770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SmG7wwaegSI/AAAAAAAAA8I/W1XmrTPM248/s200/DSCF0046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-8382337234008127726?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/8382337234008127726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/8382337234008127726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-just-have-to-must-say-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SmG7wwaegSI/AAAAAAAAA8I/W1XmrTPM248/s72-c/DSCF0046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-3686378532516765220</id><published>2009-07-15T22:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T23:00:51.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I was the girl who wore &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt; and had an &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; balloon on her bag. Today, I am the girl who wears &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; and sits on &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt;-coloured seats in the bus. My life gets more &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;fu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;l &lt;/span&gt;by the day, &lt;em&gt;bcs I want I can at Sp&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All it takes is a small gesture, and even that you can afford? Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE! Help me with this. This is the last qn to a crossword puzzle that i am doing (when i am supposed to do further revision for ITB ICA) : The number of ________ killed in the world each year is 300million. It's a three-letter word which starts with C. I really need help with this one. All the best for ITB (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: We grasped Hanyu pinyin, more or less over the previous lessons so today was the first lesson on Chinese characters. Gosh with the strokes and all, it is HARD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-3686378532516765220?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/3686378532516765220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/3686378532516765220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/07/yesterday-i-was-girl-who-wore-orange.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-6737954182847167111</id><published>2009-07-15T00:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T00:14:51.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is one of the days when i feel a sense of accomplishment, pure satisfaction. Bcs i completed what i planned to do, i suceeded. *GRINS WIDE WIDE* It's been a long time since i've felt this good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Subhanallah, sesungguhnya kau tahu apa yang sedang&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;aku harungi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another writing, but this time it's for Ustazah (it shd be Kak, but im not used to it) Aisyah by this Thursday. All the best to me bcs i NEED ideas and inspiration fast, and it's not gonna be easy especially with reports and ICAs all around the corner. Meanwhile, I am contented. But i'll be on top of the world if we do bump into each other some time this week (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idk why but i can't wake up to my alarm since Saturday so i've been oversleeping. Thank goodness mum wakes me up, though she does it only 45 mins after my alarm time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want, I can at SP &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(yeah!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 more months to Sweet Seventeen (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-6737954182847167111?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/6737954182847167111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/6737954182847167111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-is-one-of-days-when-i-feel-sense.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-166838580645714941</id><published>2009-07-12T09:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T10:05:42.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She once typed: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imy. Imy. Imy.&lt;br /&gt;Come back soon okayy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Takecare, love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But she couldn't find the right number to send it to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don't ask, just say yes. Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/30487415-166838580645714941?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/166838580645714941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/166838580645714941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/07/she-once-typed-imy.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-7101961083057831345</id><published>2009-07-11T19:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T19:19:15.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wished i'd placed DTVM as my first, not second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im helping almost every other soul, but whats happening to myself? Lost in an illusion of fakeness. Im trying so hard, yet i go nowhere. All i know is i cant wait for next semester to start. Break the cliques, i need to find new people to work with. The exposure. Im looking at Sp's website almost everytime, looking at the modules for next sem. Futhermore, there's gonna be elective modules so im gonna meet new people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those times when i know someone understands what im going through bcs he/she is going thru the exact same thing. The hardships we shared, late night calls of A&amp;amp;Emath/chem/phy wkshts and rev papers. But now i have no one to turn to, literally no one. Even when i do tell someone, he/she doesnt understand though i know he/she tries his/her very best to. Appreciate that, thanks a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kbps 1A, see you on Childrens' Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-7101961083057831345?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/7101961083057831345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/7101961083057831345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-helping-almost-every-other-soul-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-8166499148701105867</id><published>2009-07-10T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T23:06:32.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dont like it when i go through this, all over again.&lt;br /&gt;The past 2 days has been horrendous. I sat infront of the comp but end up doing nothing for 5 hours. Arghh. And whats with the pessimism. I wish i could go somewhere else, just not here. I just need to get going, things have to be done and im wasting my time on some stupid pointless fb quizzes/games/profiles. I once wanted my week to be packed, but not anymore. Now I dont seem to care about my grades, like i said to R today: &lt;em&gt;Sye da mcm mls ah nak sch, nak slack ah.&lt;/em&gt; And all he could say was &lt;em&gt;Take a break.&lt;/em&gt; And of course he ended off with some joke which made me better. But still. Sighhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-8166499148701105867?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/8166499148701105867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/8166499148701105867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dont-like-it-when-i-go-through-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-7463558395196516386</id><published>2009-07-09T00:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T00:46:08.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Believe me; i am not doing OC Research or ONOW debate bcs I helped 2 boys whom i just knew a month ago with their DPA write-up when I myself didn't even bother abt DPA this time last year. Idk why, i just felt like helping them. But definitely not bcs they choose DMC as their first DPA choice. I think they shd choose DARE instead, or DGDD for Shahril. And for once, i ignored R on Msn. Hahha. Im very exhausted right now and all i need is my bed. I bought Icha a &lt;em&gt;Winnie the Pooh &lt;/em&gt;wristwatch, and she was uber elated. Ohno, its past 12 but anw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy (belated) 5th birthday Darling!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356131163386574498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SlTM6kQOdqI/AAAAAAAAA8A/D88WdSk_fuU/s320/Paragon+CoffeeBean.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-7463558395196516386?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/7463558395196516386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/7463558395196516386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/07/believe-me-i-am-not-doing-oc-research.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SlTM6kQOdqI/AAAAAAAAA8A/D88WdSk_fuU/s72-c/Paragon+CoffeeBean.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-7840647203620066393</id><published>2009-07-08T19:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T20:02:11.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Boy, already your pictures melt me. What more do i say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mrt guy, let's bump into each other more often. Or at least on Msn. Please? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Because you make me go whee, and crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-7840647203620066393?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/7840647203620066393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/7840647203620066393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/07/boy-already-your-pictures-melt-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-45711873687502258</id><published>2009-07-07T08:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T09:16:37.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SlKX26kdOZI/AAAAAAAAA7w/NeE52nEj3ig/s1600-h/Isyana.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So orchard was ytd. Basically, Paragon and Tangs (plus Lucky Plaza, haha). Pics will be uploaded on fb, soon. I got Dad's pressie, and Zahira's too! Im still saving for Nab's and Icha's though, but Icha's bday is this Wednesday. I wonder if i do have enough time. And yes, I STILL HAVENT WATCH TRANSFORMERS. Ask R, for the reason. Hmph!&lt;br /&gt;And oh, I cried while watching the last episode of Manjalara. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355510127548413906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SlKYFheHt9I/AAAAAAAAA74/iv-WYQsp0_g/s400/Isyana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-45711873687502258?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/45711873687502258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/45711873687502258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SlKYFheHt9I/AAAAAAAAA74/iv-WYQsp0_g/s72-c/Isyana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-8082206265923678946</id><published>2009-07-05T21:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T21:25:04.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Plan DB CA2/3 &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Checked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Andalus e-learning; Aqidah &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Checked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Andalus e-learnig; Solat Lanjutan &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Checked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Andalus e-learning; Zakat &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Checked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Arrange ITB PBL &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Checked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gather ITB PBL reflections &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Still waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Minor ITB revision &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Checked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Make FOM notes &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unchecked&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am contented and proud. gee. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Msg frm NICEE ppl brightened my weekend; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lutfil Hadi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Shahril&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Amira Amani&lt;/span&gt;. Appreciate the updates about yourselves, pretty(&amp;amp; handsome) lovelies. School tmr, off to Orchard aft that. I am so not in the mood. Can we not always go Bistro Delifrance, i want Swensen's. Forget about Transformers, i am looking forward to Harry Potter with Amira girlf instead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Boy, i wish you could give an answer and stop all this pretence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bcs i am tired, of waiting. And of being so desperate of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dont make me like some unworthy bitch and you, a grand king who owns everybody? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sudahlah, stop it alrdy okayhh? Just say it out. &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/30487415-8082206265923678946?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/8082206265923678946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/8082206265923678946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/07/plan-db-ca23-checked-andalus-e-learning.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-632688961857239853</id><published>2009-07-04T17:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T17:47:24.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So much about R over the last few posts. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think Iqbal and his girlf look good together, so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Mrt guy is still not to be seen. I feel jealous, of _(those who know shall understand). &lt;em&gt;All this time I was wasting hoping you would come around&lt;/em&gt; a&lt;em&gt;nd all you do is let me down. Boy, you make me crazier crazier crazier.&lt;/em&gt; I wished i had the courage to do something that i know i would not do, no matter what it takes. I wished, really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my hair. It has grown long with pretty curls, and so flowy. I loike! Haha. No longer like how it was, back in Fuhua. No more neat buns now, my hair is down most of the time. Haha. To those who aren't aware (yet), i've got curly locks and they are natural ones, &lt;strong&gt;never &lt;/strong&gt;rebond/straighten/perm/dye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Berapa lamakah lagi terpaksa aku menanti sehingga teguhnya pendirian di hati? - Spring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-632688961857239853?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/632688961857239853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/632688961857239853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-much-about-r-over-last-few-posts.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-2706294749212904859</id><published>2009-07-03T19:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T20:57:43.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I agree with what Ms Trudy said; instant messaging has strengthen our ties bcs distance is no longer any obstruction but it has also weaken our ties with those physically close to us such as our immediate family. I feel closer to R than to my own sister. Although i had a 2 hour talk with R on the night before my ICP CA1, it did not worry me. And no, it is NOT bcs i am confident of my performance during the CA1 just now. It's just that i felt comfortable talking to him. We could just blabber on some really random stuffs and still be able to laugh and support what each other says. It was simply; nice. It was alrdy 11.30pm when i (almost)finished revising ICP ytd and R sms to ask abt Chem. Then he called and we chatted till 1.30am. My initial plan was to sleep at 11.30pm and wake up at 5am this morning to finish revising. However, i dont see the 2 hour talk as a disadvantage but rather something beneficial. If you get what i mean, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Have u thought of the course that you want to take in Sp, and i knw u want Sp lah. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;R: Mane awk tau sye nak Sp? Tknk ah, nnt kalau awk npk sye awk ckp HI. Ckp lah Hallo ke...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Awk mepek ape ni? Fine, i mke sure i say HALLO. Haha. Course ape lah?&lt;br /&gt;R: Ehk kan sye dah blg awk, sye nk &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Engineering with Business&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Aeronautical Engineering&lt;/span&gt; blabla&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why Engineering with Business?&lt;br /&gt;R: Yelah, kalau engineering sye tk bgs. Nnt sye boleh bukak business jual jus buah.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Haha. Yelah tu.&lt;br /&gt;R: Ah2, ok ape jus buah. Nnt sye jual kt JE Int awk balek sch sye kasi. Sye jual putu piring jgk uh.&lt;br /&gt;Me: HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Icha frm sch today, since i skipped FOM lecture so school starts at 1.2opm just now. I saw Dzulhady, first thing when i entered Mjd. I swear i wanted to cry at tht moment bcs i realised i miss interacting with him, and Ashraf, Shaakir, Nadya, Hakimah(!), Aniq Raiyan plus everyone else frm Kbps 1A. Ouch. Would i ever get to teach them, again? Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case udk yet, I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;most&lt;/span&gt; dislike it when ppl misspell or mispronounce my name. Hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A week has passed, very fast. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-2706294749212904859?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/2706294749212904859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/2706294749212904859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-agree-with-what-ms-trudy-said-instant.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-7049326993326367891</id><published>2009-07-02T15:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T16:17:11.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im glad i went for Chinese ytd. It was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pleasant&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I spent the whole ytd not even touching my ICP notes, veryyy bad! ): I am veryyy upset with myself for that, really very. All bcs of fb(!!) and ONOW online assignment. Bullshit. fb is super addictive can? But, i love the Msn chats with many new ppl! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the best for ICP CA1 tmr, bttr mug hard.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got 90% for ITB Pwpt, alhamdulilah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transformers on Monday with R, &lt;strong&gt;please&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-7049326993326367891?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/7049326993326367891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/7049326993326367891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-glad-i-went-for-chinese-ytd.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-3349391472571529348</id><published>2009-07-01T12:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:41:10.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Duduk di rumah seorang saja menulis lagu cinta, menggunakan kisah ini untuk ceritakan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met R at the bustop ytd, aft sch and DB montage. R is still the same, but with &lt;em&gt;cacat&lt;/em&gt; hair. Hehs. Rambut dipotong, kesian. One of the convo we had;&lt;br /&gt;R: Sye dpt cgu physics baru tau.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, then dah start uh?&lt;br /&gt;R: Blm. Td baru Mr Lee blg. Beh Mr Lee tgk sye semcm sbb sye pekik YES! kuat-kuat. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Awk mmg. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, in case udk we use &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;awak saye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Dont ask why bcs we dont know either, it came naturally.&lt;br /&gt;Should i go for Chinese lesson at 3 later? The only lesson for today. No OC, and ONOW got cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I WANT, &lt;strong&gt;MUST&lt;/strong&gt; buy ClassiQ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-3349391472571529348?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/3349391472571529348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/3349391472571529348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/07/duduk-di-rumah-seorang-saja-menulis.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-8449251689244748922</id><published>2009-06-30T14:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T14:28:20.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lagu ini bukan di radio setiap hari untukmu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lagu ini tidak perlu kau kembali kepadaku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lagu ini hanya ingin kau fahami ku sudah teruskan hidupku, semuanya cun saja.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I feel less priveleged to see the other students only coming to sch for Mst while i have to attend lessons as per normal. And FOM tutor forgetting tutorial this morning didn't make it any better. 3 marks above the passing mark for IMW CA1 is veryyyyyyyyy bad! I need to mug for ICP this friday, seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-8449251689244748922?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/8449251689244748922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/8449251689244748922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/06/lagu-ini-bukan-di-radio-setiap-hari.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-6548286315482741022</id><published>2009-06-29T21:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T21:40:39.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I sent my writing. I did it just a few moments ago. Yes, i finally did it. It took me tons of final checks can? And there were butterflies in my stomach when i almost press the Send button. Yes, that scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sesungguhnya, aku inginkan peluang ini supaya aku dapat mengembangkan sayap ke dalam industri. Aku ingin membuat keluargaku bangga, terutamanya ibu dan abah. Dan, aku ingin menegakkan hak dan perkara-perkara yang sering disalahertikan oleh banyak pihak. Aku ingin membuktikan, remaja juga boleh. Aku tahu ia sesuatu yang sukar untuk dilakukan tetapi insyallah, dengan izin dari Yang Maha Kuasa. Ya Allah, aku akan terus berusaha sebelum menyerahkan keputusannya kepadaMu. Aku inginkan peluang ini. Walaupun kekadang terbit nafsu yang jahat di dalam fikiranku, aku tahu kau akan memberikanku kekuatan untuk melawan. All i need is strength and your guidance. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i already say R is still the best? Yes, i love him for being R. Thanks for whatever you did, R. And wait, R is a brother whom i confide in at times. I have to agree that he's good at decisions.&lt;br /&gt;p.s: Im amazed that silent blogreaders do exist, if you do know what i mean. Hehs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-6548286315482741022?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/6548286315482741022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/6548286315482741022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-sent-my-writing.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-7957043116857470502</id><published>2009-06-29T16:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T18:34:03.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In DB today,&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352695384873295106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SkiYF74-3QI/AAAAAAAAA7o/RT7d0bDI2mg/s320/mydogandi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352695379959153378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SkiYFplXAuI/AAAAAAAAA7g/P_z_XgjJzKY/s320/Birdsinsky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352695377472623986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SkiYFgUhlXI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/X3x3l0NgF5Y/s320/vanessatroy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bumped into quite a number of ppl in school today; that Chinese classmate, 2 netball girls, Syiqin and ABBAS. haha. First day of school wasn't a good one, i wasn't looking forward to it after all.&lt;br /&gt;I am in need of money this month, especially with more than 5 birthdays coming up. And damn, i spent most of the money i had in my piggy bank. All gone within the last few weeks. Yes, i am really broke. Worst, i won't be getting my weekly expenses bcs i'd be getting my pay a little late this month. And there's still the Bazaar rent i need to pay to Roopy. Ouch! Alright before anything, let me get this straight; Isyana ain't a spoiltbrat, she shops and spends with her own hard-earned money. Although i agree that Mom does chip in some of hers at times, but very rare. Btw, I LOVE MUM for doing that!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still believe in &lt;em&gt;Friends walk in and out of your life, but true friends leave their footprints in your hearts&lt;/em&gt;. I know i decided to get myself involved in many activities bcs i was quite inactive in Fhss. I wanted to make a change. And through those activities, i met people. Lots of them. Now i need to teach myself how to detach, and not always be attached to new ppl bcs they aren't alw as nice as what i think. Although many of them ARE nice. Yes, i am slowly learning to live. But!, R is still the best, and Jared too [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-7957043116857470502?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/7957043116857470502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/7957043116857470502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-bumped-into-quite-number-of-ppl-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SkiYF74-3QI/AAAAAAAAA7o/RT7d0bDI2mg/s72-c/mydogandi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-39289397872930307</id><published>2009-06-28T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T21:40:44.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It's a wonder how a total stranger made my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Kfc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I am so not looking forward to tmr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&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/30487415-39289397872930307?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/39289397872930307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/39289397872930307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-wonder-how-total-stranger-made-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-9087038701661825715</id><published>2009-06-27T20:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T20:53:49.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today was very unexpected. Mum said that we were going JE Central to buy my bus concession and do some household shopping, so i dressed in pants and a simple blouse. Very simply dressed. But after that, we took Mrt to Vivo. Dont ask me how come or why, cos idk either. I waved at &lt;strong&gt;Effandy Idris&lt;/strong&gt; at JE Mrt Platform. Haha, randomly. &lt;em&gt;Semangat seh aku wave, beh he wave balik!&lt;/em&gt; (: I loike! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Forever 21, River Island, Warehouse. Oooh!&lt;br /&gt;The bottomline is: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ISYANA IS OFFICIALLY BROKE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And i just realised i have more than 5 membership cards in my wallet, GV and Converse among them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School in 2 days time ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-9087038701661825715?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/9087038701661825715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/9087038701661825715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-was-very-unexpected.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-1855602408949197422</id><published>2009-06-24T20:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T21:03:13.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh well, today was plain.&lt;br /&gt;I wished i had watched Transformers but i already watched 2 movies within a month, and accounting the amount of shopping i'd done, it's better if i don't. Im addicted to Malay Oldies again; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bayangan gurauan, Butakah cinta, Suci dalam debu&lt;/span&gt;. Awws. Idk why, i mean out of a sudden. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I stayed home the whole afternoon and watched HSM 1 with my sisters. It took me some time to finally get out of the house and send those &lt;em&gt;gubahan&lt;/em&gt; over to Bt Btk with Icha. I didn't want to bring her initially, especially since it was raining. But she just have this face that make you feel guilty if you don't. THEN THEN THEN! we saw Mrt guy's brother at the mph near 276. YAY! Haha. He looked totally like Mrt guy, the smile and the looks.&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, did i already say Mrt guy has fb? Yep, i found out ytd so i added him. So i spent the whole of ytd waiting for the confirmation email from fb, there was &lt;strong&gt;alot&lt;/strong&gt; of false alarms lah! Today, i went online in the noon till about 3. I came home from Bt Btk at around 6 and came online again at 7.30 just to find out that Mrt guy accepted my request at 6.30! Urghhs, 1 hour. We could have chatted okayy! So now, im a little upset.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, i make myself sound so desperate. Lol. Hmm, guess i shall continue waiting till another opportunity comes. That is, if it does come. Meanwhile, im revising ICP and thinking of a suitable title for my writing (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-1855602408949197422?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/1855602408949197422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/1855602408949197422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-well-today-was-plain.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-6928978874369621327</id><published>2009-06-23T15:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T15:40:26.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;hey! i had a &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; morning, filled with laughter and memorys of my days in Yps.&lt;br /&gt;We should all meet at Yps on Teachers' Day this year, and maybe go out for hari raya tgt!&lt;br /&gt;Bat is still the same, except for the way she talks. We had breakfast at Kfc then Drag me to hell at Eng Wah. You should watch Drag me to hell, if you haven't done so. Thanks for the wonderful morning, love. Batrishiya Dol Rani(:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350424459326930706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SkCGsq--PxI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/PVm4ZU7POZo/s200/DSCF00061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deleted R's cousin off my Msn ytd. He was so iritating, annoying and frustrating. Btw, thanks for the wonderful chat, R!&lt;br /&gt;Basically, i am &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;beaming&lt;/span&gt; right now for the fact that Mrt guy has fb! Yep, and now i cant wait for my request to be accepted. Life's getting better by the minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-6928978874369621327?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/6928978874369621327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/6928978874369621327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-i-had-great-morning-filled-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SkCGsq--PxI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/PVm4ZU7POZo/s72-c/DSCF00061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-1300802442901697108</id><published>2009-06-21T20:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:29:34.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My weekend was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;remarkably splendid; a total blast&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;4E2 Bbq was on Friday evening till night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349725165166752194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/Sj4KsZO7ccI/AAAAAAAAA5w/aQ_TBMa0FKg/s320/DSCF0035.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Witnessing SP's once-more victory in the National SIFE Challenge made me proud. A very touching moment, indeed. These seniors would be going Berlin, Germany to represent Singapore at the Global SIFE Challenge in October this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349743063315428770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/Sj4a-NCGtaI/AAAAAAAAA54/_uSN8dxMBzo/s320/DSCF0046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349743069286286562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/Sj4a-jRqxOI/AAAAAAAAA6A/mjeV5EqzllM/s320/DSCF0047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shopping with her; the best buddy of all times. I bought 2 jackets, 2 blouses, 5 dresses, 1 bangle, 1 necklace, 1 bag and 3 brooches. And, did i say we live in the same house and share the same parents? (;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349753493216958674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/Sj4kdTcaGNI/AAAAAAAAA6I/4WqWg9YRLIQ/s320/DSCF0062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349753514743017426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/Sj4kejonr9I/AAAAAAAAA6o/fapvn2DsrIc/s320/DSCF0074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349753510176271762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/Sj4keSn0rZI/AAAAAAAAA6g/SM1Degb_C0M/s320/DSCF0073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349753508291268994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/Sj4keLmZ0YI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/1yuL6vXN3dY/s320/DSCF0072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349758474841924946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/Sj4o_RcWpVI/AAAAAAAAA7A/q1D58M-jEYQ/s320/DSCF0080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349753496787702242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/Sj4kdgvvUeI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/WSLXr_m8bmQ/s320/DSCF0065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349758469001966658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/Sj4o-7r_9EI/AAAAAAAAA6w/afIDre9hol4/s320/DSCF0082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349758474184400002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/Sj4o_O_lnII/AAAAAAAAA64/aN4p7-mIfTI/s320/DSCF0085.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, i bought a pair of Everlast pumps with Amira the other day too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate school holidays because I can't control my meals. Im eating almost every minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wished i could just choke and die. Urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I really miss random bumping-into people at weird times :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-1300802442901697108?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/1300802442901697108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/1300802442901697108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-weekend-was-remarkably-splendid.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/Sj4KsZO7ccI/AAAAAAAAA5w/aQ_TBMa0FKg/s72-c/DSCF0035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-566596856431470297</id><published>2009-06-16T18:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T18:50:49.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanted tuition sessions to be something they looked forward to, and also a time where they can feel free and be themselves. I never wanted it to be a tutor-tutee relationship but more of a junior-senior bond. Simultaneously, ensure that they learn important lessons and values that will benefit them and their lives. I want to make an impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's a hard thing but I'm trying my best to do what's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make them realise that learning is not painful and success is not a destination. I want to see them strive and achieve their goals and dreams, which may not be excellent grades but their specific, realistic aspirations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I meet these young girls each day, it's their laughter that makes my day and their attention keeps me going. But at the end of it, it's their questions that makes me treasured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347871897490394114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/Sjd1KBI1jAI/AAAAAAAAA5o/SVD5kCFIz3s/s320/DSCF0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;HM the Movie: Life is a climb but the view is great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-566596856431470297?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/566596856431470297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/566596856431470297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wanted-tuition-sessions-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/Sjd1KBI1jAI/AAAAAAAAA5o/SVD5kCFIz3s/s72-c/DSCF0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-4498709816679561441</id><published>2009-06-15T21:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T21:19:52.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Idk why this always happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;Idk where all those interesting tales came from.&lt;br /&gt;Idk how long more can I fake through.&lt;br /&gt;Idk why I have to make it seem so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ape yang ada dalam kau sampai aku gini, aku pon taktau. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I should(must) revert to my original state.&lt;br /&gt;Ignore them.&lt;br /&gt;Mrt guy, come back quick!&lt;br /&gt;Ignore them.&lt;br /&gt;Ignore them.&lt;br /&gt;Ignore them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-4498709816679561441?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/4498709816679561441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/4498709816679561441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/06/idk-why-this-always-happen-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-7064712018334636676</id><published>2009-06-15T16:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T17:41:49.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am currently replaying these two songs while writing (it's 3/4 done but i still need to lengthen) and doing reports.&lt;br /&gt;Idk why either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ku terperangkap dalam kabus yang gelap&lt;br /&gt;tak dapat bayangkan diriku tanpamu&lt;br /&gt;semakin hari ku semakin rindu&lt;br /&gt;hati yang terguris kini jadi sendu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kini kusedar siapa diriku ini&lt;br /&gt;bayanganmu ku sering termimpi-mimpi&lt;br /&gt;kata-katamu hanya manis di bibir&lt;br /&gt;usah buatku sering terfikir-fikir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, mengapa cinta kita berubah&lt;br /&gt;oh, mengapa cinta kita didusta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CvPP2ZAlx2o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CvPP2ZAlx2o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby, when we are together&lt;br /&gt;Doing things that we love&lt;br /&gt;Every time you're near I feel like I'm in heaven&lt;br /&gt;Feeling high&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to let go, girl (boy).&lt;br /&gt;I just need you to know girl (boy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna run away&lt;br /&gt;Baby you’re the one I need tonight,&lt;br /&gt;No promises.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, now I need to hold you tight,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna die in your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qsoUqISNqv0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qsoUqISNqv0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.s: Read the very first part of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://berriespeachesand-apples.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aishah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'s post (12th June 2009, 9.27pm), I cried while reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-7064712018334636676?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/7064712018334636676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/7064712018334636676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-currently-replaying-these-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-6021256335253567143</id><published>2009-06-14T00:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T17:15:33.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is going to be a short one.&lt;br /&gt;The whole week of hols has been tiring, occupied every single day.&lt;br /&gt;But still, SPX was a blast! I loved it alot. See the pics at Facebook for proof.&lt;br /&gt;Im working on my _. Only my immediate family knows. I dont want to kecoh.&lt;br /&gt;Things are going the way it is, just that i haven't been seing Mrt guy for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;Trip to thrift store tmr (:&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the holidays people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-6021256335253567143?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/6021256335253567143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/6021256335253567143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-going-to-be-short-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-5273819418980461540</id><published>2009-06-07T18:59:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T20:33:01.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went Mjd Kassim to attend Andalus's Syarahan.&lt;br /&gt;While browsing through the books and going from one shop to the other, we bumped into Ashraf.&lt;br /&gt;Since it was only 2 Mrt stops away from JL Sale, we went to Expo.&lt;br /&gt;The sale wasn't much of a deal, so i came out buying HSM merchandises(it was 5 for $9.90!). Yes, hahhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/Siup0SyOHlI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uOosBCWNQwo/s1600-h/DSC00708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344552098665995858" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/Siup0SyOHlI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uOosBCWNQwo/s200/DSC00708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/Siup0ml9tZI/AAAAAAAAA4w/dx6BCQ4EIec/s1600-h/DSC00710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344552103983297938" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/Siup0ml9tZI/AAAAAAAAA4w/dx6BCQ4EIec/s200/DSC00710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/Siup05FdeZI/AAAAAAAAA44/QoV53i1ejmo/s1600-h/DSC00712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344552108947241362" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/Siup05FdeZI/AAAAAAAAA44/QoV53i1ejmo/s200/DSC00712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum said we had to attend a wedding at the block across the street, and guess who i met there?&lt;br /&gt;My hot boyf and his sister;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/Siujb8g-NBI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/K3p3trPUa2g/s1600-h/DSC00721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344545083301442578" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/Siujb8g-NBI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/K3p3trPUa2g/s200/DSC00721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SiujcB0MpKI/AAAAAAAAA4g/AkCJGZBehAg/s1600-h/DSC00720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344545084724257954" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SiujcB0MpKI/AAAAAAAAA4g/AkCJGZBehAg/s200/DSC00720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining at around noon, so I thought we should cancel the trip to Funan. But the rain kinda stopped sometime aft that. So we went, and i purchased my Fujifilm J20!!! :D The black one was out of stock, so i had no choice but to take the silver one. We ate at the Kfc there and Mum suggested walking to Raffles Place Mrt bcs we ate alot. Hahhs. So we did. Along the way, there was a Flea Market around the area. And i almost went mad looking at the stuffs. I kind of still regretted not buying that bag bcs it looked pretty. It was $30 but Mum says it's not a value-for-money buy. Then we entered Satchi bcs there was a sale, so of course we shopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SiusfaZDLxI/AAAAAAAAA5I/SZxT6ZOkAvI/s1600-h/DSC00725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344555038465535762" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SiusfaZDLxI/AAAAAAAAA5I/SZxT6ZOkAvI/s200/DSC00725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SiusfIOpP9I/AAAAAAAAA5A/xL968S1XUOQ/s1600-h/DSC00723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344555033590054866" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SiusfIOpP9I/AAAAAAAAA5A/xL968S1XUOQ/s200/DSC00723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at JE Mrt Cntrl Stn, we saw Effandy Idris. He was working in the control stn. Apparently, Sis thinks he's cute so she went AAHH! Lol. I prefer Junaidi Sali or Ashmi.&lt;br /&gt;When i reached home, there were flowers on my doorstep. Awws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344558726596403778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/Siuv2Fv-IkI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/MafNvQqMSgA/s200/DSC00728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much more wonderful can a weekend be? Especially when you spend it with your family.&lt;br /&gt;Bumping into Hady and Ashraf made me realise that im already missing my Kbps 1A kids&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-5273819418980461540?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/5273819418980461540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/5273819418980461540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/06/saturday-i-went-mjd-kassim-to-attend.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/Siup0SyOHlI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uOosBCWNQwo/s72-c/DSC00708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-552300846039043942</id><published>2009-06-05T09:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T09:46:17.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up at 7.45 today, on purpose even though lecture starts at 9. And i need at least an hour to get ready plus another 45 mins to travel and wait for the bus. I thought nvm lah, last lectures of the term. Mayb i could just squeeze in to the last mins of FOM. But i know i have to attend ICP because of the report. Yeah, the report which made me stay up til 1.30 am. Hahhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, my reputation of not being late wasn't damaged at all because i almost ran to the bustop when i saw 52. So i reached lecture theatre at 9.15, not too bad huh. The best(or worst) thing was 10 mins after i sat down, Rajan said "Cheers, that's the end of today's lecture" WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i wished i really skipped FOM, could have gotten an extra hour of sleep man! Haish. Now waiting for Trudy to come at 10 for ICP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-552300846039043942?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/552300846039043942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/552300846039043942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-woke-up-at-7.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-1975427881732922393</id><published>2009-06-03T19:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T19:35:36.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I am beaming :&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I bumped into Mrt guy's mum while walking home just now, together with his youngest brother. His mum made a simple yet wonderful remark, and his brother looked almost exactly like him. But, it was the wave that made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPX is gonna be a splendid one, i really hope we're getting CCA points. Hee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;P.S: I want to watch &lt;strong&gt;Hannah Montana the Movie&lt;/strong&gt;, anyone? Hehs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-1975427881732922393?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/1975427881732922393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/1975427881732922393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-beaming-i-bumped-into-mrt-guys-mum.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-2300431020196101536</id><published>2009-06-01T18:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T18:54:53.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's sad. I received a call during lunch. She says "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your contract has been terminated with effect from 31 May 2009&lt;/span&gt;." Ouch. They could have told me earlier, right? At least i could have hugged and kissed each of the kids. Im gonna miss them. And this time, it's for real. My contract is terminated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trouble in the family, i pity Mum.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, rezeki di tangan Tuhan yang maha kaya.&lt;br /&gt;Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright(est) side, I saw Mrt guy today. He was just below the bedroom window, playing badminton with his brothers. That really made me happy and improved my mood, greatly. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He has the smile which p&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SiOx8yw9-rI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/Dr9mjYylVN8/s1600-h/Picture0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;enetrates through and melts you.&lt;/span&gt; Awws.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the days when we rode bicycles together, all 4 of us. Wonderful times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"The one who makes your stomach weak all over each time you look into his eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Believe me, I'm serious about this. Let it be, for this once."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-2300431020196101536?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/2300431020196101536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/2300431020196101536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-1016014631403947390</id><published>2009-05-29T21:39:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T22:16:12.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks for the prompt reply to smses everyone, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Window shopping (although i regretted not buying some of the bags i saw) across Orchard definitely made me fresher,&lt;br /&gt;and keeping in touch with people from the &lt;em&gt;beautiful past&lt;/em&gt; really brightened my evening.&lt;br /&gt;I feel good, knowing my own way across Orchard and not getting lost in the middle of so many people. I knew my way, thanks to the family shopping we always had and Orchard being one of the places not to be missed during school break. I love the way my parents make me independent, they do it indirectly, appreciate that. I mean, Dad could have sent me to Orchard and he can send me to ICA tmr too, but he doesn't. But of course, there's more than just those simple things. Now i feel like a public transport expert, i know the way around &lt;strong&gt;some parts&lt;/strong&gt; of Sg. What bus to take, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad to know i made an impact in R, somehow. Hahhs. Yes, the first "hahhs" i'm having after a few posts. R is that good in making me smile, and laugh. Thanks bro!&lt;br /&gt;Im really looking forward to term break, although at least 10 of the days are occupied, 4 of them taking away the full days. And term break is only 23 days long. I think i would be visiting some thrift stores during the break. And Far East maybe. Idk. I hope to bring 5yr sis to watch &lt;em&gt;Dora saves the Snow Princess &lt;/em&gt;(wish i could bring Dzulhady and Adila too!). Meet-ups with NICE people!, like finally. [: &amp;amp; of course the oh-so-long-waited trip to Bukit Indah. Shopping, here i come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons for me to continue smiling and live up their days.&lt;br /&gt;Nurin Adila Bte Jamil, Md Dzulhady Bin Jamil and of course, Nur Dzakiyyah Bte Isaman.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lovelies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/Sh_rCXyQKCI/AAAAAAAAA4A/ev4fdvRIIq8/s1600-h/DSC00615.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341246109061752866" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/Sh_rCXyQKCI/AAAAAAAAA4A/ev4fdvRIIq8/s200/DSC00615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/Sh_rCPfWrTI/AAAAAAAAA34/yj2SUjCFrgY/s1600-h/DSC00465.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341246106835004722" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/Sh_rCPfWrTI/AAAAAAAAA34/yj2SUjCFrgY/s200/DSC00465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/Sh_rCmb1pNI/AAAAAAAAA4I/nnrW6cV9WN8/s1600-h/DSC00045.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341246112994272466" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/Sh_rCmb1pNI/AAAAAAAAA4I/nnrW6cV9WN8/s200/DSC00045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-1016014631403947390?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/1016014631403947390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/1016014631403947390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/05/thanks-for-prompt-reply-to-smses.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/Sh_rCXyQKCI/AAAAAAAAA4A/ev4fdvRIIq8/s72-c/DSC00615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-5495739695918175902</id><published>2009-05-28T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T22:21:42.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If only i had a chance to voice out my opinions&lt;br /&gt;If only i had the courage to hurt someone by telling them the truth, straight into their faces&lt;br /&gt;If only i was so optimistic like i have always been&lt;br /&gt;If only i have someone whom i feel comfortable telling things to&lt;br /&gt;If only there was someone who understands the shit I'm going through right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's not about being emotional, but it's all about living in pure pessimism.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-5495739695918175902?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/5495739695918175902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/5495739695918175902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-only-i-had-chance-to-voice-out-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-8455541234060504233</id><published>2009-05-27T18:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T18:56:58.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HATE EVERYTHING THAT IS HAPPENING.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, every single thing that is happening right now.&lt;br /&gt;One after the other. And also the fact that i hate working with ________!&lt;br /&gt;But i just have to accept. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could give up right now, this very moment. I don't even care about my dreams and my hopes. I don't like the _______ and everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can i change the place and people too, give me other choices?, anything else.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-8455541234060504233?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/8455541234060504233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/8455541234060504233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-hate-everything-that-is-happening.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-3162740613419809082</id><published>2009-05-26T19:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T19:49:59.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Visit to SISPEC was funn, better than what i expected. Although it was draggy at first. I learnt many things, experienced interesting weapons! Hahhahs. &amp;amp; i need to go Orchard within the next few days. SPSE Welcome Party tmr. Chinese oral test next week! For the time being, enjoy your life for what it is. SMILE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;p.s: Anyone interested in the 2 pairs of preview tickets? Urgent!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-3162740613419809082?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/3162740613419809082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/3162740613419809082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/05/visit-to-sispec-was-funn-better-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-7086153968795543323</id><published>2009-05-26T08:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T08:49:17.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;URGENT!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have 2 pairs of preview tickets for Ghosts of Girlfriends Past for sale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When? 2 june, 7.30pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where? Cathay Cineplex Orchard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Please sms/email me ASAP if you're interested.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-7086153968795543323?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/7086153968795543323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/7086153968795543323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/05/urgent-i-have-2-pairs-of-preview.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-2523213067360703398</id><published>2009-05-24T13:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T13:37:43.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sundays are the worst days of my life.&lt;br /&gt;It's the day when i am fully relaxed, to the extent that i don't even care how i look like when i go out of the house. Even if it means looking like some minah kampong. Hahhs.&lt;br /&gt;While some people don't like Sundays because tmr is Monday, i don't. I totally love Sundays!&lt;br /&gt;And of course, Saturdays are the best days of my life. The day when i really care very much about how i look, what i wear and what colour is my shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogshop has been updated, changed to &lt;a href="http://www.anaysi.multiply.com/"&gt;www.anaysi.multiply.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-2523213067360703398?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/2523213067360703398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/2523213067360703398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/05/sundays-are-worst-days-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-2969219303216526023</id><published>2009-05-22T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T22:06:03.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel relieved. And proud of myself. Really.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to show off or be arrogant here, but i completed DB Journal and ITB Individual Powerpoint! I did Microsoft Excel too. And i completed my Chinese homework on my own, with some help from the Internet. SMILES.&lt;br /&gt;Main library was fun, especially the last few bits. And i still do prefer Vanda Room's toilet! Hahhs.&lt;br /&gt;Blogshop will be updated soooooooon but not today, cs tmr is Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember this conversation i had with Shakir Adyaan some time ago.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why your hair so curly, so nice?&lt;br /&gt;Shakir smiles.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Your father's hair is like this huh?&lt;br /&gt;Shakir: No.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Then your mother's hair like this huh?&lt;br /&gt;Shakir: No.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Then how come your hair like this?&lt;br /&gt;Shakir: Because Allah make my hair like this.&lt;br /&gt;Then he laughs.&lt;br /&gt;I stared blankly. Subhanallah, seorang anak kecil mampu berfikiran gitu. We should all be ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night, have a great weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; you belong with me,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-2969219303216526023?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/2969219303216526023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/2969219303216526023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-feel-relieved.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-5036778707779266681</id><published>2009-05-21T21:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T21:51:50.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alrights. I got it out. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;This post is going to be a rather hurting one, so if you don't think you can handle, you're most encouraged to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This is not about any particular Tom, Dick or Harry. Just generally.&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter side, i am trying to adapt to all these.&lt;br /&gt;But it feels like no matter how hard i try, i always feel that i chose the wrong place.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe i'm not in the right course.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe the wrong class. Idk.&lt;br /&gt;And i'm almost into hatred. It's bad.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it either, but do i even have a choice?&lt;br /&gt;I should really just focus on the more brighter things. &lt;em&gt;But how?, i hear myself&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;ask.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Whatever it is, i know that over some distance, someone somewhere does care.&lt;br /&gt;Though we are separated by our lifestyles, the ____ that we share unites us in a world of our own. And i think i know who you are, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;thanks&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;I realised that you don't have to tell the whole world you care, you just do it quietly because it's much sweeter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i need help with my Chinese homework! Mayday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mrt guy, appear! Please appear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-5036778707779266681?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/5036778707779266681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/5036778707779266681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/05/alrights.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-2334101350064480940</id><published>2009-05-20T09:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T09:23:00.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know what I've been going through.&lt;br /&gt;But i know it makes me want to cry so badly.&lt;br /&gt;And i know i miss those people, but i don't think they have the time to care.&lt;br /&gt;That's the reason behind my gloomy days though i try so hard to fake my smiles but i know i can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's exactly what i thought too.&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm really looking forward to June.&lt;br /&gt;Shopping. Meet-ups. And more meet-ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mrt guy, could you at least make my day?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if it's for the last time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-2334101350064480940?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/2334101350064480940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/2334101350064480940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-know-what-ive-been-going-through.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-1799174505798698063</id><published>2009-05-18T16:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T16:28:28.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My closet's exploding with all the bags i have.&lt;br /&gt;I bought them because they looked nice but when i buy, i don't usually think if i will use them.&lt;br /&gt;So i decided to sell those bags online; &lt;a href="http://www.anaysi.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://www.anaysi.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMW CA1 tmr, newswriting! Urgh. Oh no. I'll do my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You belong with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-1799174505798698063?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/1799174505798698063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/1799174505798698063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-closets-exploding-with-all-bags-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-6103611079164903554</id><published>2009-05-15T14:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T14:13:04.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey. Im sick, mentally and physically.&lt;br /&gt;Im officially a member of FIVE clubs, another one on the waiting list.&lt;br /&gt;1. CASS Club&lt;br /&gt;2. SPSU&lt;br /&gt;3. CADC&lt;br /&gt;4. SP Entrepreneur Club&lt;br /&gt;5. Sports Club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every SP student is a member of SPSU and their own school club. I joined Entrepreneur Club. But i swear i didn't join Sports Club and CADC!!! Still waiting for the SP Comperes Club auditions, i really hope to get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bit of here and there, Saturday starts at 9am and ends at 4pm, phew! So much of a relief.&lt;br /&gt;Im changing the way i do my Saturdays, the morning shift. Im no longer printing wkshts, just gonna give impromptu questions and problems. Hopefully it benefits us, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen the Mrt(or Carpark) guy anywhere this week, and it's already Friday! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the meantime, i love life the way it is. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ya allah, berilah aku petunjuk serta keimanan kerna sekali lagi aku tersalah arah. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-6103611079164903554?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/6103611079164903554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/6103611079164903554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-4624042370320421241</id><published>2009-05-12T10:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T10:06:22.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This impressed me, made my knees go week out of fascination. And it brightened my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="580"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0v3d6SFcDys&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&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/0v3d6SFcDys&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-4624042370320421241?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/4624042370320421241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/4624042370320421241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-impressed-me-made-my-knees-go-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-4343811484415247023</id><published>2009-05-09T21:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T21:18:02.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Beginnings are hard, but endings are tough and painful.&lt;br /&gt;Last day for a sec one girl today, she's got other commitments on the same day.&lt;br /&gt;Last day for R too. It came out spontaneously. I hadn't actually planned for today to be the fateful last day. But otw home from Andalus, i really knew im dreading my Saturdays. From one thing to the other. And the last part of the day is the one i dread most. So it had to come to an end. I think his mom was shocked, truly. It came out just like that. It was last minute too. My reason was simply: I can't cope with my school, afraid i won't be teaching the right things properly. I just had to, for once i had to defend my rights and protect others from wasting their money on some inefficient and ineffective _. I feel it, since the last few months i haven't been giving so much attention to R. And that is already very bad. I knew whatever i did just now was right. I had to. Although i still do feel bad for leaving just like that. We build a certain rapport. Still, there are more reasons to support the large step i took today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i feel better. Like a burden, large humongous rock off my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't easy finding the right words to say to his mom.&lt;br /&gt;Andalus becoming a more pleasant place.&lt;br /&gt;And gosh, do i really look like im 20? Shit! Hahhs.&lt;br /&gt;DB's Pattern is almost done, whee!&lt;br /&gt;But OC's research is not. And it's supposed to be the more &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;URGENT&lt;/span&gt; one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Questions were never meant to kill.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;SMILE SMILE SMLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-4343811484415247023?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/4343811484415247023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/4343811484415247023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/05/beginnings-are-hard-but-endings-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-8526396276863626561</id><published>2009-05-08T15:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T15:57:55.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SMILE.&lt;br /&gt;Im glad there are people who cares.&lt;br /&gt;Woosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the last day of CCA Showcase.&lt;br /&gt;I was with Dee and Fiona. Fiona was fun. Hahhs. She bombarded the people with many questions. Hahhs.&lt;br /&gt;I signed up for Entrepreneur Club, Netball as well as Touch Rugby.&lt;br /&gt;Hazmi: What CCA you joining?&lt;br /&gt;Im going for Netball and Touchrug trials next week.&lt;br /&gt;H: What, you can play ah? Idk you were the sporty type.&lt;br /&gt;Im going to prove it to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Netball trial on Monday. Touchrug on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;Both are twice a week. Around 3 plus hours each?&lt;br /&gt;Netball trainings are on Monday and Wednesday, Touchrug on Tuesday and Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;I really feel like joining Touchrug. Especially since the DMC Senior is there too. (I kind of think she's quite pretty, NO Im not _. It's just the kind of fascination that you have for someone of your gender.)&lt;br /&gt;But still, Im going for both trials and see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmph. Entahlah. Will dad be ok? Gosh. Idk.&lt;br /&gt;Things are happening in the house again, if u understand what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;Entrepreneur Club has no fixed meetings, they'll call when there's an event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like giving up. Really.&lt;br /&gt;Im still waiting for the Transformational Leadership book to be delivered to BizIT.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i really hope it will leave an impact.&lt;br /&gt;'Cos the posters in my room don't make sense anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, give me strength to pull through. Beginnings are hard, i know. Make me brave. Make me strong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-8526396276863626561?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/8526396276863626561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/8526396276863626561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/05/smile.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-4471406696917599210</id><published>2009-05-07T21:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T21:16:54.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Persevere.&lt;br /&gt;You've always given me tons of encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you are strong. Prove it to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Manage your time.&lt;br /&gt;Always remember this, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;God never gives you challenges and obstacles that you cannot overcome. That means YOU are strong enough to push through all these, whatever you are going through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sp ain't that easy either. It's only the 3rd week since term started and im already piled with projects. Im tired. Sometimes i wish i could just make the clock stop. I've got my Saturday responsibilities to catch up with too, for three different groups of people. Planning activities, making worksheets, drafting. I believe our learning environments differ too, yours being much better? So much so that sometimes i wished i'd gone Jc too. But thinking again, im not regretting the choice that i made. DMC and Dip plus next year is all i've wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best, my dear. Always remember the purpose of you doing whatever you're doing and the impact that it'll have on your future. Again, persevere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hoped that helped, somehow. Even if it's just a weeny bit.&lt;br /&gt;Takecare.&lt;br /&gt;All the Best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-4471406696917599210?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/4471406696917599210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/4471406696917599210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/05/persevere.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-5311035002476156478</id><published>2009-05-07T12:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T12:42:23.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I planned my day well, not. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to send my kidsis to school at 8.30am today, she has a class outing that's why they start late today. But i overslept, so it was already 8.45am when i was ready. Mom sent her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go out of the house at 9.30am so that i'l reach Shaw Center in time and be able to attend IMW punctually. When i was at the Botanic Gardens bustop, i heard &lt;em&gt;T-shirt&lt;/em&gt; which means SMS. Nic messaged: IMW class is cancelled, seriously. Please tell the others. I looked at my watch: 10.20am&lt;br /&gt;So i thought, nvm i'll just stick to my Plan A, the plan that i thought of on Monday, when i got to know that there was no IMW today. I entered a building, which had Shaw Centre -&gt; and i followed. BUT, instead of turning right, i actually turned left and took the wrong lift. When i entered the lift, i was "HOW COME THE LAST STOREY IS 10th? 10th STORY IS CARPARK??" Hahah. So i took the lift back to level 1, walked forward and finally saw SHAW CENTRE. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;Level 13, approached the receptionist. I thought he was malay and i almost wanted to speak malay but lucky i didn't cos he was an indian man. He told me to wait. Then the lady came. Darren called, i kind of just cut the line while he was talking. The lady asked for my IC and said Please Sign Here. Guess what? I signed beside the wrong name!!! God knows how embarassed i was. But she was nice, she kept saying It's ok, it's ok. Gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went down to level 1, walked through Isetan, underpass to Wheelock Place. Time check: 10.40am How the hell do i spent my next 4 hours in Orchard, alone? ITB only starts at 3. I called Mum. She says Come home. So i thought ok, fine. But while crossing the road to the bus stop opp Four Seasons Hotel, 106 drove past. 105 went off when i was 50 steps away from the bustop. The bus arrival chart states that the next 105 comes in 8 mins, 106 another 11 mins. 111 came, Ghim moh? No no. 7 came. Clementi Int? Ok, let's go. Then i took 105 home, the exact same 105 that i missed at the Four Seasons bustop. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so i'm home right now. Im only going out of the house at 2.30pm. Hahhs. Powerpoint again today? Hmmph. Btw, i walked around Borders and i swear i fell in love with the Paperchase haversack which costs $43. If i hadn't bought this Nike haversack the other day, i'd have bought that Paperchase one. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SgJmR2bklXI/AAAAAAAAA3w/pFhyDHZVUBU/s1600-h/Paperchase+bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332937365615056242" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SgJmR2bklXI/AAAAAAAAA3w/pFhyDHZVUBU/s200/Paperchase+bag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-5311035002476156478?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/5311035002476156478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/5311035002476156478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-planned-my-day-well-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SgJmR2bklXI/AAAAAAAAA3w/pFhyDHZVUBU/s72-c/Paperchase+bag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-2809216346718166702</id><published>2009-05-06T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:15:33.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mrt guy became Carpark guy (:&lt;br /&gt;That made my morning, truly did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-2809216346718166702?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/2809216346718166702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/2809216346718166702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/05/mrt-guy-became-carpark-guy-that-made-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-5784189388393261258</id><published>2009-05-05T19:58:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T20:31:54.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Receiving 3 compliments from the same person within a day made me glad. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOM was all about the "one down the road". Hahhs. Funny seh that tutor.&lt;br /&gt;Little catfights with Ben in FC 5 reminded me of the small quarrels i used to had with _. But he always laughed till his face goes &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; but Ben doesn't, that's one of the many differences they have. Yeah, i miss his company, really. He and his many-many moles. HAHAHAH. Good friend and triplet makes a huge difference huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R says i gotta enjoy my life more. And what made him thinks im not? All the best for Mye, boy!&lt;br /&gt;Ben says i should smile more often? Udk me yet, triplet! Hahhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;SMILE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm lifting my head up again, and living my life at its very best. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause i know, they are people who cares.&lt;/em&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/30487415-5784189388393261258?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/5784189388393261258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/5784189388393261258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/05/receiving-3-compliments-from-same.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-3893229640128986716</id><published>2009-05-04T16:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T17:27:40.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>While observing the crowd in FC 6 during lunch, I discovered something about myself today, interestingly. Hahhs.&lt;br /&gt;Mrt guy not seen ): I took 105 home just now, not sticking to the Mrt routine. I mean, sometimes we should try something different. Just in case huh.&lt;br /&gt;There are actually people who read my blog on a regular basis. Im touched, truly. Thanks Van!&lt;br /&gt;Hotmail is irritating me, HTTP ERROR. What?! And I've got NUMEROUS mails to sent out. Hmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In DB this morning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331895654007604402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/Sf6y2QSShLI/AAAAAAAAA3I/0zPB7BLBHs4/s400/Adjust_Filter_Type.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/Sf60PiqHoNI/AAAAAAAAA3g/I4nG8eN2C-o/s1600-h/ReplaceColor%2526Clone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331897187947749586" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/Sf60PiqHoNI/AAAAAAAAA3g/I4nG8eN2C-o/s400/ReplaceColor%2526Clone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;before&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;after&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/Sf60Pqy21DI/AAAAAAAAA3o/tMATcBJ-r_8/s1600-h/ReplaceColor%26Clone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331897190131881010" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/Sf60Pqy21DI/AAAAAAAAA3o/tMATcBJ-r_8/s400/ReplaceColor%26Clone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-3893229640128986716?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/3893229640128986716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/3893229640128986716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/05/while-observing-crowd-in-fc-6-during.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/Sf6y2QSShLI/AAAAAAAAA3I/0zPB7BLBHs4/s72-c/Adjust_Filter_Type.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-8431336944177487912</id><published>2009-05-03T12:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T12:49:53.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And here i am, in IMM BK.&lt;br /&gt;No, not eating the new burger AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;Im waiting for Mum, to get her new hp.&lt;br /&gt;Madrasah was exceptionally enjoyable today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya soon, Mrt dude. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-8431336944177487912?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/8431336944177487912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/8431336944177487912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-here-i-am-in-imm-bk.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-6902659269649286519</id><published>2009-04-30T21:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:17:42.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im feeling it all over again, the kind of feeling that you get when you have too many things to handle. The wish that there was more than just 24 hours a day and sleepiness and laziness could just be erased from the mind. But of course, i cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wak's place tmr, kenduri for her new house at Redhill. Im sure we're gonna reach home uber late tmr. Saturday's another long day. It came to me again, the thought of quitting from my Saturday responsibilities'. Yeah. But thinking all over again, plus staring at the poster stuck on my bedroom wall, i should continue. There was a time when i promised R that i'll make it, for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only time i took bus to/from school was this noon. Mrt the whole week. Other than some simple reasons, there are more complexed reasons too. Hehs. Idk. What i know is im tired, really. And i really gotta get a backpack soon, bcs my body's all aching due to laptop in one hand and shoulder bag on the other, every schoolday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have no idea of what Cca to join. Suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-6902659269649286519?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/6902659269649286519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/6902659269649286519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-feeling-it-all-over-again-kind-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-4945159814214842399</id><published>2009-04-27T17:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T19:00:12.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I AM GLAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a) FOM lecturer didnt come and so we ended lectures early&lt;br /&gt;b) i decided to follow my parents to Paya Lebar today&lt;br /&gt;c) i didnt alight at Lavender bcs it was almost 5 and dad says ICA closes at 5&lt;br /&gt;d) i got stuck when i was trying to get out of the Mrt barrier(is tt the name?)&lt;br /&gt;e) 105 was late and 52 came so we took 52 home&lt;br /&gt;because i met DBS!!! *ehemms*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was left alone when i was stuck at the Mrt barrier, my parents left me! So i spent almost 2 mins there, trying to get out. Lol. Then i took the escalator down and as i was walking, somebody infront of me caught my attention. The way he walks, his shirt. So i called him, thrice. His ears were plugged, mind you. And we talked, for almost 5 minutes. He talked too. It wasn't like any other conversations when i talked alot and the other party just listened intently(although i did most of the questioning, and he didnt really ask alot, but still!). &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And that, THAT, really made my day. ALOT! Now the stars are shining, and the world just got brighter. (:&lt;/span&gt; I feel the hope and the faith. One more thing, i bravely asked him if he had any GF and obviously you know what he says. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If we are, then we will.&lt;/em&gt; Yeah readers, it's a love story. And i'm someone who believes. And i wait, no matter how long it takes. That's a promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-4945159814214842399?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/4945159814214842399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/4945159814214842399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-glad-fom-lecturer-didnt-come-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-3766526329320953712</id><published>2009-04-24T20:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:07:52.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;As promised, (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SfG2MSDtXII/AAAAAAAAA24/wMIXUKbsakw/s1600-h/DSC00656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328240156278086786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SfG2MSDtXII/AAAAAAAAA24/wMIXUKbsakw/s200/DSC00656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Flag Day; Dee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SfG2MNFvzPI/AAAAAAAAA2w/t6b0lxdXCX8/s1600-h/DSC00655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328240154944457970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SfG2MNFvzPI/AAAAAAAAA2w/t6b0lxdXCX8/s200/DSC00655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oktolive!; Van&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SfG2MC5Ek2I/AAAAAAAAA2o/zJBA-OlCchc/s1600-h/DSC00654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328240152206938978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SfG2MC5Ek2I/AAAAAAAAA2o/zJBA-OlCchc/s200/DSC00654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oktolive!;Radha, 'Hady Mirza-look alike' Senior, Dee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SfG2L3fHPyI/AAAAAAAAA2g/QhQshDeLbNs/s1600-h/DSC00651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328240149145272098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SfG2L3fHPyI/AAAAAAAAA2g/QhQshDeLbNs/s200/DSC00651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oktolive!; Radha, Fatskunks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SfG2Lg2XCTI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/WgOaPeOhubw/s1600-h/DSC00648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328240143068760370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SfG2Lg2XCTI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/WgOaPeOhubw/s200/DSC00648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oktolive!; Fatskunks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SfGvjQ2LUGI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/SpfpfSObniU/s1600-h/DSC00647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328232854508490850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SfGvjQ2LUGI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/SpfpfSObniU/s200/DSC00647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oktolive!; Van&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SfGvjJro2vI/AAAAAAAAA2I/smi1fyiOg0c/s1600-h/DSC00646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328232852585241330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SfGvjJro2vI/AAAAAAAAA2I/smi1fyiOg0c/s200/DSC00646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oktolive!; Ben AKA twin! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SfGvi0WgAkI/AAAAAAAAA2A/aojucy7iUBM/s1600-h/DSC00645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328232846859436610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SfGvi0WgAkI/AAAAAAAAA2A/aojucy7iUBM/s200/DSC00645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oktolive!; Dee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SfGvirvIZ5I/AAAAAAAAA14/6p42yLYAs4U/s1600-h/DSC00644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328232844546828178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SfGvirvIZ5I/AAAAAAAAA14/6p42yLYAs4U/s200/DSC00644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oktolive!; Radha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SfGviiGXq9I/AAAAAAAAA1w/ziGizppUXtQ/s1600-h/DSC00626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328232841959943122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SfGviiGXq9I/AAAAAAAAA1w/ziGizppUXtQ/s200/DSC00626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FO; Dee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's a wonder how my little words influence people. In a good way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thanks for making my day wonderful peeps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ITB was extremely enjoyable today, with the interesting quizzes *ehemms*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;introducing, the triplets who are born on 15 Sep 92&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Benedict Lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nigel Ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nur Isyana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(i will post a pic of the three of us, soon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-3766526329320953712?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/3766526329320953712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/3766526329320953712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/04/as-promised-flag-day-dee-oktolive-van.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SfG2MSDtXII/AAAAAAAAA24/wMIXUKbsakw/s72-c/DSC00656.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-4678123862152652443</id><published>2009-04-23T15:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T15:56:40.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im in T2131. The tutor's uber boring. That's why im here, i don't slack for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;He's teaching us "How to open your email inbox" LOL, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i wish i could upload the Oktolive pics(as i promised) but i didnt bring my hp cable):&lt;br /&gt;Im bored right now, cant wait to go home. Getting ez link card later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, just to answer that someone's question; I have many friends, a good friend and no best friend. What i mean is &lt;em&gt;teman nangis susah dicari&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which CCA should i join? Good friend, help me decide can? R says i should join debating club bcs i usually go against almost everything he says. Idk lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, im really excited bcs i share the same birthday with 2 guys frm my class. &amp;amp; my twin's a good boy, he really wore shoes today[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it hurts me when i read,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it weakens me when i think of it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it kills me slowly when i realise it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;God, wake her up, return her to the reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&amp;amp; I need strength each time i click on the link, lots of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bcs god knows what is written in there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;From the mind of an immature _______, yet it hurts so deeply bcs she's my ______ .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;OUCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&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/30487415-4678123862152652443?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/4678123862152652443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/4678123862152652443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-in-t2131.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-215447571580536220</id><published>2009-04-22T18:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T18:40:14.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alrights, proper update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;touched&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;appreciated&lt;/span&gt; because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bat sms me on Monday morning to wish me luck for poly, despite her busy schedule in Njc. Thanks babe. I'm looking forward to our date in June. (:&lt;br /&gt;2. The 3 guys whom i met in FC 5 ytd evening actually walked over to my table to bid goodbye. I mean guys usually don't bother, they'd just walk away. Though 1 of you cant rmb who i was when i said hello to 3 of you, hahah.&lt;br /&gt;3. Ben called me at 10.30pm last night when we went home from OktoLive, just to make sure i was alright and safe, asked me where i was etc. Thanks bro, im really touched.&lt;br /&gt;Im really touched by all these small gestures. It didnt take them much effort but it left an impact. Awws! [: [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met H last saturday, otw home from Andalus. It felt normal. It's nice to know he's already having plans for post-O levels. Glad that he's sharing and asking my views and advices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish i could listen to what R says, 'Just say NO'. Hahhs. But i cant, so i just have to follow though im a little bit unhappy with _____ . R hasnt been smsing/calling, bet he thinks im really super busy and he thinks hes being kind enough to not ask questions. To those of you who already know who R is, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;please stop spreading the word around&lt;/span&gt;, keep the mouth SHUT. To those who are still wondering, dont bother asking cos i wont say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over to Cik Zali's office ytd, beside T1A. The training rooms are uber cool! It's like as if you are really driving a real ship. I was amazed, truly. No wonder Taufik took Marine Engineering last time! Hahhs. Khai was supposed to be there but hes not cos hes in Np. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, havent seen any cute or hot guys in Sp yet. Hahah. The red jacket guy aint that cute, the Hady Mirza-look alike aint that hot either. Btw, if you guys still dont know, i dislike Hady Mirza. I truly prefer Taufik Batisah.&lt;br /&gt;But last friday, when i was in 105 for Spice training, i saw this guy in the bus, should be from Dover ITE or Clementi ITE but i think its the latter. I was looking at him all the time but he didnt notice, hahah. And he alighted at the Mjd Darussalam stop. Sembayang jumaat. Zaman skarang ni, maner nak carik lelaki macam gitu?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. You're not adding me on MSN cos u still hv that "You are a Poly kid, Im just an ITE kid" mindset right? GOSH! I don't care, Poly or ITE, we are all humans. No one created that barrier except for lame people who thinks in some lame way. Just add me alrights, ive gt np with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OktoLive at Andrew Rd last night. Pics to be updated later, next post maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ong says "You always hurt people you love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elliot Yamin's Wait for You is playing over and over in my head. Idk why. Reminds me of ____ .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Vanessa looks like MAY Chandra! Really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tutorial only starts at noon tmr!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-215447571580536220?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/215447571580536220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/215447571580536220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/04/alrights-proper-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-6207519557795387090</id><published>2009-04-20T10:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T10:27:46.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First lesson since 923838489 days. Hahhs.&lt;br /&gt;Currently in studio 19.&lt;br /&gt;DMC has been Fun. Lots of it.&lt;br /&gt;Ive been real tired for the past week, with Wak moving and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, ive got a classmate&lt;br /&gt;1. who shares the same birthday&lt;br /&gt;2. was from the same CCA in secondary school&lt;br /&gt;3. have the same laptop brand and design&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told ya, im enjoying life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/30487415-6207519557795387090?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/6207519557795387090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/6207519557795387090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-lesson-since-923838489-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-2395691626206755228</id><published>2009-04-12T08:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T08:16:57.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woots. Good Morning! Ahhahs.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was funn.&lt;br /&gt;Not that tiring, but still tired. That is why Im already out of bed and it's still early.&lt;br /&gt;Not as tiring as last week though, if you understand what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R came over to my house in the evening for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;And please, i have reasons to why im teaching him that way, everyone has different needs. He brought his hwk over. So if i were to do everything for him, then i might as well sit for his O. Right? Of course i don't teach my Sec 1 girls like that. Bcs they are different and they have different needs. That is why i prepare notes and worksheets for them, and lesson planning! I plan R's lessons too but some times it gets carried away due to the amount of hwk we do during tuition. Shut up if you don't know a single thing alrights. I don't need comments from an immature _. Don't waste your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Over to Wak's house later. Got to help her pack things to be moved to Redhill.&lt;br /&gt;Khai is in Np, not Sp. ): Hahah. Hairie went to ITE. So yeah, we are all kind of berterabuh all over Singapore. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;Im thinking of buying a new Mp3. But then, is it necessary? Idk. I mean i still have my Walkman phone and it's still in good condition though it hangs a lot of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DMC in 3 days' time! WOOOOOHOOOOOOOO! Hahh. Im really super excited to embark on this journey. After such a long time, i made a motivation poster some days ago. Thursday night. I needed it so bad. Now im back on the right track.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-2395691626206755228?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/2395691626206755228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/2395691626206755228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/04/woots.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-3535580117880812108</id><published>2009-04-08T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:48:03.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah, things really don't go the way you plan.&lt;br /&gt;At least that's what happens to me most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;But still, im pleased and satisfied with whatever that has been happening. So far still good.&lt;br /&gt;Alrights im still teaching and tutoring. Still the same.&lt;br /&gt;But no longer helping mom with currypuffs. I only help when i have free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, actually i don't want to teach and tutor anymore. But when i come to think of my parents', i really thought i should give them a hand and lessen their burden. How about poly? I'll try my very best to cope. I did it once last year, it wasn't any miracle but it was me, my determination and my perseverance to suceed. Perfect time management plus a little self-discipline will make me just fine. I will do it! Yeah baby, hahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if i don't reply sms or answer calls. A little busy. Especially with Wak moving to Redhill. I have to accompany her here and there. And, WOOHOO, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SCHOOL'S STARTING&lt;/span&gt;. 14th April is FO Week, DMC here i come! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DMC. DPAP. NUS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-3535580117880812108?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/3535580117880812108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/3535580117880812108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/04/yeah-things-really-dont-go-way-you-plan.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-8701625541911465673</id><published>2009-03-31T16:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T16:35:43.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need someone to tell me i'm doing the right thing, made the right decision. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-8701625541911465673?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/8701625541911465673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/8701625541911465673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-need-someone-to-tell-me-im-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-2475991755002458356</id><published>2009-03-30T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T14:07:10.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well. Hello. Let's blog again.&lt;br /&gt;Ok i admit it, im a fickle-minded person. I think hard about a matter then come out with a decision which i claim to be my final decision. Then the next day i'll go on thinking about it all over again and come out with a new decision. Which is a better one than the previous day's, i hope so. I crept into bed at 1130 last night, thought of an early night. Then i turned right, turned left but still couldn't close my eyes. So i went into the living room, mum was reading a book while waiting for dad to come home.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Why?&lt;br /&gt;I: Can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Zikirlah sampai tertido.&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside, i said: Dah zikir dah. And deep inside too, i knew that i couldn't sleep not because it was hard to fall asleep but because my mind couldn't stop thinking; continue teaching or nt, particularly R. So i took out my fulscap pad and a pen, wrote down all the possibilities, pros and cons until i came out with a decision that satisfied myself. Then i showed my mum. Mum said okay, that's good. But i know Mum is too nice, she always say that's good, never that's not good. So i still have to refer to my Dad to further strengthen my decision. You see, a good thing about my parents' is that they let me make my own decisions, maybe bcs im the eldest so im supposed to be reliable and independent. They never make decisions for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was last day at Kbps 1A, dzulhady didn't come ): They have CPF. I don't want to be out of school just because im working for 2 hrs plus every Saturday, so i decided to leave the job. I quit. I made them choc pudding and bookmark-cum-nametag, they loved it. I concluded that from their facial expressions and their not wanting to keep those things i gave inside their bag, they held on to it and showed their parents when they came. Hahhs, cute bunch. Gonna miss them like krazee. Thanks for making the 3 months wonderful, my dears.&lt;br /&gt;I: I'm not going to teach you all anymore, today is my last day.&lt;br /&gt;Fareed: Why ustazah?&lt;br /&gt;I: Because i'm going to start school.&lt;br /&gt;Fareed laughs and says: HAHA, u so big already still go to school?&lt;br /&gt;!!! Small kids do that !!! Cuteness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i think im continue tuition-ing. Saturdays only. That is if R agrees. If not, then im sorry. But again, i've to ask Dad's opinion before confirming with R. Hmmphs. 3 more weeks to DMC! Wee~ And oh, i dreamt of Khai and Hairie a few nights ago. Randomly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318858159755012706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SdBhUNbiqmI/AAAAAAAAA1o/pK04Ev9tptE/s320/DSC00585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-2475991755002458356?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/2475991755002458356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/2475991755002458356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/03/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/SdBhUNbiqmI/AAAAAAAAA1o/pK04Ev9tptE/s72-c/DSC00585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487415.post-3389150624230677762</id><published>2009-03-27T12:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T14:30:09.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a coincidence!&lt;br /&gt;I followed Mum for grocery shopping at Sheng Siong.&lt;br /&gt;I met the Phillipine lady whom i met in 74 on the way to Ngee Ann's Open house that time, she recognised me! She told me that her son is in NAFA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow. Last day.&lt;br /&gt;Monday. Transitlink Office.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday. Another last day.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday. SP- CASS General Office&lt;br /&gt;Friday. Confessions of a Shopaholic?&lt;br /&gt;Saturday. Jrg West&lt;br /&gt;Sunday. Andalus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for telling me tales of the outside, real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Browsing through the catalogues; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Louis Vuitton, PRADA, Dior, Chanel, Gucci, HERMES&lt;/span&gt;. Oh im falling in love with all of them. Im gonna get a good job with a good pay and buy all the good stuffs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30487415-3389150624230677762?l=anaysi-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/3389150624230677762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30487415/posts/default/3389150624230677762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaysi-run.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-coincidence-i-followed-mum-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Isyana Monday</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mNwWBIbD2jk/S3gzIdMIlmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JdF9AVSv8NA/S220/DSCF0009.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
