<?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-8549142</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:56:17.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to keep it simple</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>177</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-5153699758659836908</id><published>2008-02-18T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T20:11:54.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Come visit me at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ainniejoe.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://ainniejoe.wordpress.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Its all NEW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-5153699758659836908?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/5153699758659836908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/5153699758659836908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-339754782896431328</id><published>2007-05-28T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T18:38:07.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>I've been really been busy with school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to develope my Thailand pics and of course the April Babies Birthday celebration pics..aww man sch has been keepin me busy like no body's business.. the only time that i get to eat chill pill will be every friday..like seriously LEPAk.....ew wht a word...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schoooool...hmmm the only thing that I can greatful abt is to have good looking pple in class....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-339754782896431328?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/339754782896431328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/339754782896431328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2007/05/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-1402600458745350531</id><published>2007-04-15T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T22:11:21.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day At Work Part 2</title><content type='html'>Waitress (me) : So what do you intend to do tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel Guest :  I think we are going to the zoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waitresss (me): Didnt you just tell me that tomorrow is your birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel Guest : Yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waitress : No offence. But if you dont really like animal that much..I think it sound rather depressing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel Guest: Oh Man now that you say that..I think it is depressing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waitress : Oh you can like sooo tell me abt it man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this kinda attitude...and if my boss were to knw abt it...I might get fired soon...Lets just hope she wont get knw abt this..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-1402600458745350531?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/1402600458745350531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/1402600458745350531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-day-at-work-part-2.html' title='My Day At Work Part 2'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-995776853771913389</id><published>2007-04-14T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T23:14:36.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day At Work</title><content type='html'>At work today.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel Guest : If Paris Hilton were to be here, in Singapore, where do you think she wld prolly go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waitress(me) :Sorry Sir! I cant think of anything bimbotic rite now. But when I do I will surely get back to you as soon as possible&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-995776853771913389?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/995776853771913389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/995776853771913389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-day-at-work.html' title='My Day At Work'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-117640024895382463</id><published>2007-04-13T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T01:54:36.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Honour And Glory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes I dont recongnise my own face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I look inside my eyes and find disgrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little white lie tells a story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I see it all, it has no glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I tot I found love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; but now I wonder if it is a disgrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;(to feel that 'Love' for you or&lt;br /&gt;is it a white lie that I push myself to believe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I wonder if it is right to be glorious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;To put my pride before my 'love' for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now I wonder if it is really in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;To save my ego and set you free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;But my soul says,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thats  how things were meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4811/585/1600/416737/07-12-06_1817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4811/585/200/68263/07-12-06_1817.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Its not like me but I'm satisfied with myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be able to put my Pride before my Emotion&lt;br /&gt;To stand strong when its time to cry&lt;br /&gt;To feel numb when its time to sob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As History have taught me&lt;br /&gt;When One do something that involves One's Pride&lt;br /&gt;It is for One's "Honour and Glory"&lt;br /&gt;To feel loved has never been part of the story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well may be not now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-117640024895382463?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/117640024895382463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/117640024895382463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2007/04/for-honour-and-glory.html' title='For Honour And Glory'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-117635398138842524</id><published>2007-04-12T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T13:18:07.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Well, one whole semester I didn't blog......I kinda feel really terrible abt it.&lt;br /&gt;Now I will try to blog as often as I can. I just realise this space is my sweet escape to my so called hectic life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the whole time that I miss out..Let me try to give u'all a quick update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last semester (Year 1.2) was pretty awesome. Not that I am proud of my grades but life got betta in sch. Way Betta!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Daddy survive a major operation. It was one of the worst stage of my life knwing he can go anytime and to see him suffer so much (knwing that there's nothing I can do abt it). Now he is living life with 5 mths of Medical Leave.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I went back to being a really hard-headed feminist (and no! Hannan I'm not gay). I've been alil bit too friendly lately, I guess the time has come again for me to be a loner that I was meant to be&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Library Guy.........hmmm we got closer both physically and emotionally. Randomly, he called me up one night and told me that he is not ready for a relationship. Like hello!!! do I look like the girl who used to date Imran's?! Come on man! that AJ is soo last season.It is sad how we can connect so well but don't understand what is it that we want from each other. He says something and his action shows the otherwise. To make matter worst, I also have no freaking idea what is it that I want from him. Guys like him, trust me they are just too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;As for this part of my life I guess I'm cluessless&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Currently, I'm busy doing this "room makeover" thingy with my mum.  Oh ya its my room by the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am going to turn 18 soon. like really soon.Honestly, I dont knw what to feel. Happy? Excited? Or just feel old..??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I bump into Naj the other day. I really wanna catch up with her.....soon I hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on wards I will try to update my blog as often as I can.&lt;br /&gt;I CANT BELIEVE IT..I ACTUALLY MISS BLOGGING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-117635398138842524?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/117635398138842524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/117635398138842524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2007/04/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-116146259191054138</id><published>2006-10-22T04:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T04:39:52.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I can feel the differences between us. The differences and the ego, was so much bigger then the kitchen we were in. In the naked eyes you can see her in her sarong and her somewhat almost nice blouse and I was in my FBT shorts and my not so new t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is getting her caffeine from the usual decaf coffee as for me; I was getting mine from my usual semi flat coke light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The differences weren't just about the way we dress, the way we talk or even the food we eat daily. There's more to it. She grew up listening to some rock 'n' roll music and surviving the e'peace era. Whereas, I grew up listening music from the Internet and watching movies from VCD are so yesterday. The differences. It is so much bigger and so much more significance than what we realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the similarities are just much more significance than the differences. To an extend that it overshadows the differences. Something like the hardheadedness that is harder than some rock. The DNA we share. The shopping genes she passes down to me. The similar bimbotic style kinda act that comes randomly. The similar style of sarcasm remarks we make to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am well aware that I turn out to be somewhat an ordinary person. Not the nicest person around I do admit. But to have her raising me and become the person that I am today.. I just got say......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I thank you for everything and I blame you for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not really good with words. But I guess a lil help to help to express myself better will mean no harm... I hope this song from Kanye West will help you all understand what I am talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna tell the whole world about a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;This little light of mine and I'm finna let it shine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm finna take yall back to them better times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm finna talk about my mama if yall don't mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven years old, caught you with tears in your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuz a nigga cheatin, telling you lies, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then I started to cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As we knelt on the kitchen floor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I said mommy Imma love you till you don't hurt no more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when I'm older, you aint gotta work no more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And Imma get you that mansion that we couldn't afford&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;See you're, unbreakable, unmistakable&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Highly capable, lady that's makin loot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A livin legend too, &lt;strong&gt;just look at what heaven do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Send us an angel, and I thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey Mama&lt;br /&gt;I wanna scream so loud for you, cuz&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of you&lt;br /&gt;I know I act a fool but, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I promise you I'm goin back to school&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate what you allowed for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just want you to be proud of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forrest Gump mama said, life is like a box of chocolates&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My mama told me go to school, get your doctorate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somethin to fall back on, you could profit with&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But still supported me when I did the opposite&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I feel like it's things I gotta get&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things I gotta do, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just to prove to you that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You was getting through.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It don't gotta be Mother's Day, or your birthday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For me to just call and say...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey Mama, I love you......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey Mama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know I love you so, I never let you go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wrote this song just so you know, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no matter where you go, my love is true. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy "21st" Birthday Mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the song with the thought of your mama and all the sacrifices she have done for you even before you were born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Mama By Kanye West&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-bU41_rytCQ" width="300" height="200" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-bU41_rytCQ"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-116146259191054138?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/116146259191054138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/116146259191054138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2006/10/hey-mama.html' title='Hey Mama'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-116110820670818672</id><published>2006-10-15T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T02:19:22.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At the end of it I realise that I am missing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;So school is going to start in a week. The remaining of the holiday, I am just gonna make full use of it since I have been busy working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: break fast with family members from both maternal and paternal side.&lt;br /&gt;It was a great turn out. Though some of the invited ones didn't turn up but theres's 'replacement' to join in the fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/ABCD0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/320/ABCD0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I just can feel the love around me that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The missing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/ABCD0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/320/ABCD0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;The catching-up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/ABCD0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/320/ABCD0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;The bitching. (Of course I won't capture anything for this part )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres many more that I didn't have the chance to capture, but I guess you know how it feels like to be close to your very dear ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night was so full of joy for me. I don't know why. May be cause I simply miss every single one of them. From my lepak granny to the cutie pie Aqi. Everything just give me the reason to smile. From the "educational talk" by Abang Long, to the eavesdrop of kakak nor's and cik leman "debate" and then to Aqi semi-baby talk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/ABCD0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/320/ABCD0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Aqi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;To end the day on happy note, I meet Library Guy. When I was with him, I was actually reflecting on how bad the week started for me. From the "infertile" incident to the incident where by this money face pussy ass nigga tried to "rob" us of our own money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the week to end like this...man! theres nothing more I wld ask for..catching up with my family then meeting my dear "friend-in-benefit" for some chat...okay no la... my good/close friend and it's not "benefit-ing". I guess it's "appreciating".Feeling the bliss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;(And!!! This time round I didn't sneak out of the house to meet him...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;When we were chatting, I kept on picturing us seating by River Thames with the view of the Tower Bridge. Appreciating autumn. I don't know why would I be picturing us in London in order to be comfortable. But I tot that would be the best place to have our midnight chat. The scenery. The 'sound' of the water. The smell. The weather. The type of building that surrounds us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/towerbridge%20view.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/320/towerbridge%20view.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;By the river.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;And then I realize that I am actually missing London. River Thames to exacts. I don't know why. But right now I just want to be there, in London by River Thames. Doesn't really matter with who. Any one wanna join?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;The view wld be something like what I've seen before....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/scan.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/320/scan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;(Me &amp;amp; Umar winter 2004)&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/8549142-116110820670818672?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/116110820670818672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/116110820670818672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2006/10/at-end-of-it-i-realise-that-i-am.html' title='At the end of it I realise that I am missing...'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-116075971793693198</id><published>2006-10-13T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T01:21:35.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friday the 13th</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;My Friday the 13th is soooo not scary la! Mia and I bake Fadilah brownies. We kinda miss her birthday so we make it up to her by baking her brownie and treat her at any restaurant of her choice. She chooses Fish &amp; Co.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well before that, when we were at work, Mia and I was sooo looking forward to go back to my place and bake the brownies. Since it's the weekend, we were not like "Thank God its Friday" we were more of "God damn it! Finally its Friday! THANK GOD!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I think Mia got high. High AT WORK! For God knows what reason la. So she has this huge crush on this guy. Though he is only 23 but sial la he is married!! Hahaha imagine, he got married at the age of nineteen! Like what the fuck kan?! Well yea that is not the main point. I swear to god when mia gets high, she is in her own LALA LAND with God knows who. Guess what! Without realizing she flirt with that guy in her most seductive voice AND not realizing every one was actually staring at her. When I say everyone its freakin everyone including the French manager, Elise!!! She was like "BByeeeeeeee g...!!!" then in my heart "Mia say some one else's name!! Don't fucking embarrass yourself la!!!" then by the time she realize she tried to cover up can see her face turning red then.... "bye Vicky! Bye Annad Bye ratih bye......."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my heart.... "okay enough la mia stop it la your cover-up sooooo didn't work!!!" and by the way ya! It so didn't work! I think even Elise was giggling at her! Nie bukan terlepas cakap...terlepas menggatal! Ape saje la kau mia! hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Mia get to knows this guy at work is kinda checking me out.It is kinda obvious la! He is from the front desk department. Hell yea! I was please with myself... hahahaha not until mia say " ya aini if u guys wanna go on a date, don't forget to tell him 'please put on your uniform yea' " its kinda true though... please dear God!! Not another AH BENG in disguise!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we break-fast at Fish &amp;amp; Co. Actually only Fad buke... Me and Mia buke at my place eating Maggie mee... oh well since God give us "MC" so might as well make full use of it. After that hahaha we head for Swensen to get dessert!!! YUMMY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we about to leave Marina Square then I bump into the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Library Guy!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Actually we were supposed to go out together but then cancel. But then we still bump into each other. Oh well what to say.... "Fated!" he's with his colleague and so am I. okay ya what a coincident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we sort of acknowledge each other. I swear to God I was on cloud nine. I just wanted to jump around for God knows what reason!!!! I just wanted to carry on talking and talkin but then I pretend to be calm and then I was like "Okay ya see you around" step macam tak terperanjat and like&lt;br /&gt;okay-ya-we-bump-into-each-other-and-theres-no-big-deal-about it attitude.&lt;br /&gt;Mia was like..."woahhhh aini boleh tahan la!!! and yea soo cina okay la not soo... a lil bit!" and I feel damn good about myself yet again hahahah then Fad bimboticly say "aini! Die bole cakap melayu????" and mia was like "Duhhhhhhh!" and I was just too happy/excited to notice that they were talkin to me. I was as per usual, smiling to myself when the thought of him comes to mind. The rugby girls get annoyed whenever I start the smiling thingy. (esp when i get SMS frm the Lib. Guy..they will be like "AINI!! stop smiling to the phone la..the phone won't smile back" esp DD and Kai)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he walk off...I don't know why it was soooo random, I had the sudden urge to run to him and give him a bear hug and then spank him and then run away to hide somewhere hahahahhahahhahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Astagaf!!!! Oh dear Almighty Allah help me to control myself and refrain me from all this kinda though... You know I wanna make this month of Ramadan worth while and keeps it at its purest&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hehehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;oh well &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY SWEET 17 BIRTHDAY BLOSSOM / FADILAH&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/8549142-116075971793693198?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/116075971793693198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/116075971793693198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-friday-13th.html' title='My Friday the 13th'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-116049591334714155</id><published>2006-10-10T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T23:58:33.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uniform</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea I work at a place name Global Kitchen at Pan Pacific Hotel. The place is a coffee house by day and a semi-fine dining restaurant by night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/08-10-06_1215.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/08-10-06_1220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/320/08-10-06_1220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/08-10-06_1215.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/320/08-10-06_1215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing much talk about actually. But I come to realize one thing for sure. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Uniform can be the perfect material for a perfect a bluff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Trust me! Okay so I was sort of checking this guy out. Mia and I thought he could be one of the trainee chefs from Shatec. Mia kind of agreed that he look "Not bad/ok lah" in a manly way (which is very rare). So okay yea I kinda have to admit I never really check any one out at my workplace cause most of them are either married, desperate, old or gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the hotel industry it's kinda obvious that you have to look /appear presentable at all times while you are on duty. Ok I continued checking him out. Well not until that unfaithful day when Mia meet him without his uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well sad to say.....he is just a plain typical Ah Beng that you would just go&lt;br /&gt;"Oh My God what could he be possibly thinking to put those stuff on!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that you just wanna go....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Kah Lo Leh! Kah Lo Leh! Kah Lo Leh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh that's in tamil, in plain English it would be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Oh My God! Oh My God! Oh My God!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ouh yea I learn that from work colleague Jega....cool kan! hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-116049591334714155?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/116049591334714155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/116049591334714155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2006/10/uniform.html' title='Uniform'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-115988865241529343</id><published>2006-10-03T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T23:18:38.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There's this banner that hits me to the core. It says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't just be a Muslim, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be a Good Muslim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yah! I felt really guilty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Terasa babe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-115988865241529343?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/115988865241529343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/115988865241529343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2006/10/guilty.html' title='Guilty'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-115979994704376719</id><published>2006-10-02T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T22:41:46.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I wonder what was I thinking meeting someone at 11.45pm. May be I just got desperate to break free from all the "obeying" and "keeping stuff to myself". I've been controlling and "purify" words that come out from my mouth. Bottling up all the emotion inside of me. I have to admit that I haven't been that blunt with stuff I said lately. I wonder why I've been paying extra careful attn with the nice words I said. Well, I've been using a lot of them lately. Though at times I don't really mean it(I am well aware that I am a nasty bitch). I don't know why I just want to please other people some much, just to give them that smile and enjoy some "self-satisfactory".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I received the message from Library Guy to meet at 11.45pm. I didn't have any second thoughts. I didn't ask for Mama or Baba's permission. I was more like telling them that I am going out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment the clock almost strike midnight I just rush to the door and gave Baba some super lame excuse why I need to go out. Knowing that he is on a wheel chair and mama is half asleep I kinda run out of the house (they obviously cant stop me).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat under the clear night sky surrounded by mountains of concrete. I shut my eyes. Felling his arm around me. Gosh! I didn't know being so close to a 'stranger' could be that therapeutic. Though it was for a short while but I can feel the calmness thru out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-115979994704376719?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/115979994704376719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/115979994704376719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2006/10/night-out.html' title='Night Out'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-115938004669685840</id><published>2006-09-28T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T02:00:46.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chauvinistic bastard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/angry-cat_medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;It's too good to be true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was so close to perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well not until I realize that he is a chauvinistic bastard........&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/angry_cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/400/angry_cat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://brocantehome.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/angry_cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;http://brocantehome.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/angry_cat.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/8549142-115938004669685840?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/115938004669685840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/115938004669685840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2006/09/chauvinistic-bastard.html' title='chauvinistic bastard'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-115876926875422201</id><published>2006-09-21T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T00:38:46.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;May be this whole serial dating thingy,&lt;br /&gt;is just not me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;But I like this way better compared to&lt;br /&gt;the whole serious relationship thingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I believe when you are in a relationship,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;there's too much hope put on the affair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hope is a wishful thinking, you know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Full of uncertainty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Relationship won't really help ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I think I am falling in love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;No! This is too crazy to be true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;This is just infatuation!&lt;br /&gt;It has to be infatuation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;It will go away soon.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am not falling in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't even know how falling love is like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;That means I am not falling love theoretically rite?&lt;br /&gt;Even if I am....No! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Live in denial, I will! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;So now, I have to let this song out of my head!&lt;br /&gt;The song is making me feel even worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes! I gotta let the song out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;Then I can get over the whole situation and&lt;br /&gt;pretend as if nothing happen!&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Song title: I only want to be with you)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I only know I never want to let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;'Cause you started something, can't you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;That ever since we met you've had a hold on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;It happens to be true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I only want to be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;It doesn't matter where you go or what you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I wanna spend each moment of the day with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I think may be because I am a teenager!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;That's why I am confuse with what I want!&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Likewise how I perceive this whole situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;At times I want to express it in a way like how Daisy express it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CIPadTwun8o"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Daisy Springfield's interpretation of the song)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, at times it just get too....I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Passionate or obsessive ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GnkcKoymsV4"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vonda Shepard's interpretation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;But certainly not in homo/lesbian way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-115876926875422201?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/115876926875422201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/115876926875422201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-am-not-in-love.html' title='I am not in love'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-115850494380932943</id><published>2006-09-17T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T23:24:45.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling lucky or what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Reason why I should be feeling lucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Nurul (my cousin) and I came late for a Singapore Idol road show but just in time to be greeted by Hady Mirza. Then while idling, received an autograph poster by Hady and free tickets to show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;My team, Team Temasek (Tpiranhas 2nd team in the NTL) was complimented for an outstanding play despite being young and new to the game. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Scored a touch down against one of Singapore's best Touch team, Tanifaz of Wantoks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;MVP for the second time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Chat with that Beautiful Stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Knowing that Library Guy is actually quite near to where I am working (I love the idea of knowing he is somewhere near me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Have a nice and good looking French boss who likes the way I work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Reason why I should not be feeling too happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I have to report to work by 6.50am everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;The doctor suspect I cracked one of my rib&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Jeslyn will resign from teaching at the end of the year&lt;/span&gt;&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/8549142-115850494380932943?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/115850494380932943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/115850494380932943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2006/09/feeling-lucky-or-what.html' title='Feeling lucky or what?'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-115818360889704601</id><published>2006-09-14T05:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T06:11:17.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Stranger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Another sleepless night. No! I am not suffering from insomnia. I woke up at noon and then spent nearly 5 hours watching telly, so which part of it will require lot of hard labour? I think it's none. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;So now, covered with quilt, accompanied by coca cola light, whole meal bread and cheese. My hand got gatal. Very gatal. I click my way into Friendster, going thru random profiles. Don't tell me its pathetic I bet you're guilty of it as well ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet Fizah, Hudsie, Syai and Miao wouldn't believe whom I "bump" into for the second random time... The Turf City Boy, his name is...okay let's think of a nick name for him just like the Library Guy hhhmmmmm....................... Beautiful Stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls know I am totally not into this kinda of guy! I don't know about him. He is just too beautiful to be skip. He just caught my eye. The way we meet remind me of the scene when Aziz tried his luck with this girl on the bus, in the show Seniman Bujang Lapok. Then he end up saying "Sekali Bisu!" well okay that doesn't really depict the whole picture of how I meet Beautiful Stranger but there's some connection. Okay! Just the first part. Okay no! Just the smiling part and the fact that we meet on the bus! If last time I think Ibrahim (the sec 5 guy) or Helmi (Fizah most likely/ soon to be BF) is cute... Oh Man! this guy way way way cuter. If people think Farris (my ex bf) have beautiful eyes. Oh! man this guy has a beautiful face! I don't knw why I didn't blog about him earlier. Maybe cause I thought I will never bump into him for the second random time. Besides I was soo STOOPID to give my e-mail address when he clearly asked for my numbers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that STOOPID mistake I have to punish myself...&lt;br /&gt;the punishment for being really STOOPID will be:&lt;br /&gt;Bang my head against the wall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;***Banging my head again the wall***&lt;br /&gt;***Banging my head again the wall***&lt;br /&gt;***Banging my head again the wall***&lt;br /&gt;Roll down from bed&lt;br /&gt;***Rolling down from the bed***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;okay enough I think I have redeem myself...Things get even more weirder, I realize on his account it states "Damai" as his school as in Damai Secondary School?? Holly shit man! skali he stays near by. However, he is my fourth or third degree friend that means he is not directly link to my Damai sec acquaintances like Ijah, Nabeel, Ijat or even Iza. But whatever la, I just wanna bump into that Beautiful Stranger for the third random time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, people Hail to the creators of Friendster for keeping one of their promise...&lt;br /&gt;"Connecting People"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh man wtf am I crapping abt.....just sleep la!&lt;br /&gt;then may be I can meet him for the third time..&lt;br /&gt;In my DREAMS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kqTfX4vl8ZI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kqTfX4vl8ZI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-115818360889704601?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/115818360889704601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/115818360889704601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2006/09/beautiful-stranger.html' title='Beautiful Stranger'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-115816325149615414</id><published>2006-09-13T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T23:22:33.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teachers Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am just too lazy to do anything right now. Well, even to update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I haven't been updating anything but yea okay now I'm in the mood of blogging..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happen to me hhmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day of exam... Teachers day&lt;br /&gt;suppose to meet up with my ex-classmate but they had left the moment me we arrived so yea end up with the Triplets and Faezah. Meet up with the teachers.. Man! I didn't know how did they get so random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what came out from their mouth..&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Majid (P.E teacher who is also my family distant relatives)&lt;br /&gt;the moment he saw me "eh kauuuuuu woah kau angkat besi eh?? Fuuh tengok tuu shoulder kau!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Tan KY (Add Maths teacher)&lt;br /&gt;I was walking..suddenly she stopped me with full of passion she say to me "Aini you will make a very good leader! I knw you will" woah she said that to me? after failing ALL her Add Maths test plus exams.......I must be something la!!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Muru (Social Studies teacher)He walked out of the hall while the concert was going on. I happen to be there. out of the blue "These people think they can sing (give the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:!@#$"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;!@#$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; impression)...eh!!! what you get for social studies?!?!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu Salma (Malay teacher + our sch version of Miranda Presly from The devil wears Prada)&lt;br /&gt;"Baik la Nur'aini selepas poly ape lagi..NIE la..jadi guru bahasa melayu.." Carrying down the legacy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ms. Rachel Abraham (DM)&lt;br /&gt;I wish her happy teachers day and told her that I was scolded by her twice thru out my sec sch days and that her rules I have obeyed to for 4 year I did it willingly plus she is, inclusive of her voice is stuck in my head then she say to me....&lt;br /&gt;"You will make a good mother. Your children will listen to you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Mah Pow (Eng teacher)&lt;br /&gt;While Syarfar and I was talking to her suddenly she pause and say "Omg Syarfah! Did you get your nose done or something?" Way to go Syaf..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I ever miss.... Jeslyn Lim (She is just diff frm other teachers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/Photo-0274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/320/Photo-0274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me "Ala every Saturday at turf city see your face..teachers day like not special la. no more thrill and the 'missing-missin' part"&lt;br /&gt;Jeslyn "ya la true! Hai yah"&lt;br /&gt;Then later on when me n Nicole gave her the present that we share with yam supi hannan and ah poh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/tchers%20day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/320/tchers%20day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then only she smile at me as in real smile. The "happy-happy can not be count" kinda smile. I think she was expecting a gift la that's why. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MS LIM "Eh outside BDS don't call me Ms Lim! Its Jeslyn"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Last stop in the school H.O.D office. Went to Mr.Roskhaider workspace. I used to seat there for hours after sch listening to his advice alaaa normal la about the me and imran situation after the break-up. I know my brain was exhausted that day since it was the last day of exam but what I didn't know that seating in front of him in his work area listening to his super lame jokes is kinda therapeutic hmmmmm...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end the day with loads of food with triplets and Faezah "lepak-ing" at triplets place n watch some serious movie that we end up laughing at coz its lame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only Najma was there...The bitching will be more happening (I miss her) but instead God choose Farris (My first bf when I was sec sch.Sometimes he still scares the shit out of me) to be there.....&lt;br /&gt;Oh Dear God, That was mean of you..............Oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now I have a new full time job that feeds me well&lt;br /&gt;(thats why I have been busy and have no time to update my blog):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Potato Couch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-115816325149615414?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/115816325149615414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/115816325149615414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2006/09/teachers-day.html' title='Teachers Day'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-115661158405272035</id><published>2006-08-27T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T22:37:38.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's it Library Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Well, on 2nd thought..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;"I think that is it!" with the Library Guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Just go with the flow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;I think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;I am just trying too hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Besides I need to read his game..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Cause I still don't quite get it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Sometimes he really turns me off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;So for the time being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Good Bye Library Guy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(come back in few wks time...&lt;br /&gt;if not..nvrmind! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Hello Lecture notes!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Dear Exam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;You make brain exhausted la.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Love, AJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-115661158405272035?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/115661158405272035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/115661158405272035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2006/08/thats-it-library-guy.html' title='That&apos;s it Library Guy'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-115622105639792743</id><published>2006-08-22T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T12:35:03.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctors are not that noble afterall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Dad has been admitted to the hospital for the third time. Sometimes I kinda question the Doctors capability and sincerity (not their qualification). Well not all doctor, but those few whose suppose to "treat" dad. Whatever that came out from their mouth wasn't therapeutic at all..I bet I can feel sick hearing some of the words that came out from their mouth! It was that bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only were they "insincere" (because they &lt;strong&gt;try&lt;/strong&gt; to appear sincere), they were arrogant too! I never really meet doctor who is quite like them. During dad's second stay at the hospital, Mum told this particular doctor (feel like mentioning his name, I think better not) that dad should not be discharge because not only that he can't walk but his leg was STILL in pain. He insisted that dad can be discharge for God knows what reason. Trust me it was UNREASONABLE.&lt;br /&gt;I felt that what came out of his mouth was out of randomness, he said something like this&lt;br /&gt;(bear in mind this guy has a PHD in "healing" people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never mind la, discharge today or tomorrow no different what..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was there, this would be my reaction,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Your stupidity hurts! By the way is that all that they teach you in medical school?! Discharge!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other doctor was even worse; the fact that made him a terrible doctor is that he is the head of "something-something" as well a specialist. He happens to be the "untouchable" type according to the newbie Doctor... What dad told us about stuff he said really turn us off, as a family... He walk in take look at dad's ankle then, same case what came out of his mouth was probably out of randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Okay Mr. Jurami, you should think about retiring."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! That's like so freaking therapeutic Doc! Dr. Wong (our family doctor) advised mama and baba to be more upfront about their opinions and tell the TTS doctors off if they need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now after mama and baba showed their "fussy side", then! they run some test and not only that, after the third freaking time of X-ray then! they realize that there's a broken bone at dad's ankle. We can actually sue them for carelessness and God knows whatever reason but I don’t think dad would go to that extend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those 2 Doctors at Tan Tock Seng Hospital really saddens my whole family. It really shows their standard of service. Do we need to show that we are fussy people then only they will treat us like "real sick people"? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Surprisingly the nurses are "the real deal". They seems to be the one that really want to see you well!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I come to a point where I perceived "the going the extra mile" campaign is simply propaganda for the whole world to believe on what is Singapore trying to do. Wait!!&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that statement was a fair! For as long as I know the hotel industry, the retail industry even the F&amp;amp;B industry are working really hard to implement that campaign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;But I guess I didn't see it (poor treatment) coming from the Doctors!&lt;br /&gt;What I learn from this whole process is really sad. Sad because I learn that doctors are NOT that noble after all! Now if anyone tells me about doctor being noble, (I know this might be an understatement)&lt;br /&gt;but I have to say: Don't bullshit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they should have more passion in what they (referring to the doctors that I mention above) do, rather then discharging whom ever they feel like because it seems to me that they are simply "discharging" their responsibility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-115622105639792743?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/115622105639792743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/115622105639792743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2006/08/doctors-are-not-that-noble-afterall.html' title='Doctors are not that noble afterall'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-115592274464466680</id><published>2006-08-19T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T01:45:23.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Having a crush on the Library guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;After the break-up with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;iMRAN&lt;/span&gt; I thought of being bisexual..&lt;br /&gt;Ala maybe because of the "give-up on guys" bullshit&lt;br /&gt;But yea I GIVE-UP!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I dont find anyone of the same sex attractive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or worse still sexually attractive..yucksss!!!&lt;br /&gt;Not even a soul!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;So much for the bisexual bullshit la Aini!&lt;br /&gt;I swear I am a hetero!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a very long time..&lt;br /&gt;I think I am finally having a crush (on a GUY!!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Library Guy&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;As in a serious one..I guess&lt;br /&gt;No!! I think it's infatuation..&lt;br /&gt;No!! I think it's a serious crush&lt;br /&gt;No!! I think I can't figure it out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think he is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;such a sweet-talker that I wanna suck out his tongue like chupa chups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so sweet that I wanna eat up his head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so nicely dressed and so concern abt his skin that I think he is a homo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so annoying that I wanna "pop" him like a rugby ball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so tall that I can climb him like a ladder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so obsess with his bike that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;assume&lt;/span&gt; while he masturbate&lt;br /&gt;he even wonder if his bike is clean/shiny enough&lt;br /&gt;(okay ew!!ew!!ew!!)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so well-mannered that I think his parents must have CANE him like&lt;br /&gt;fuck if he didn't say "thank you" or "please" when he was a kid&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so "Cina" that I can imagine him dancing para-para on his bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so  systematic that he arrange his shirt according to&lt;br /&gt;the date of purchased&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so nicely built, that I wanna grab his butt &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(oh yea!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so law abiding that he never go beyond 90km/hour on his bike&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so merepek cause he eat alot of kerepek.....wtf&lt;br /&gt;(okay run out of ideas......................)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Sometimes I find myself thinking about him and I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;May be I just find him sweet&lt;br /&gt;May be he might be "it"&lt;br /&gt;May be I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;miss &lt;/span&gt;him&lt;br /&gt;May be..ouh well the "MayBe" thingy will just carry on and on&lt;br /&gt;I don't know to stop thinking about him or just to carry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I am one of the hot stuff (ok super perasan-ing!!)&lt;br /&gt;that he ask out to catch a movie with his buddies&lt;br /&gt;What if my presence means nothing significant to him&lt;br /&gt;or worse still means nothing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I think I am f_cking messing with my brain!&lt;br /&gt;and I THINK my only problem is that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I CAN'T SWALLOW MY PRIDE TO TELL HIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;and I think for now I rather hold on to my pride&lt;br /&gt;Oh! God I hope what I am doing is right...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-115592274464466680?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/115592274464466680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/115592274464466680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2006/08/having-crush-on-library-guy.html' title='Having a crush on the Library guy'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-115544175102517779</id><published>2006-08-13T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T12:32:19.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;This week, my weekend begins on a Friday. TGIF!!! I went out with the "Library-guy". My "Library Guy". He was quite an asshole when he just encourages me to eat all the junk food knowing that I am on a strict diet. But surprisingly, I had a good time with him. Not that I was expecting my "just another outing"/ casual outing/ unofficial date would turn out to be super boring. No! But it was just more then what I was bargaining for. He turned out to be "surprisingly sweet" for a very shy guy. Well I did not see that one coming! To end my day like a nice chocolate cake with a cherry topping on top, before I switch off the TV to go to bed, there, &lt;em&gt;definasi lelaki melayu hot yang betul&lt;/em&gt;, Hady Mirza, (Hady Mirza needs to go workout at the Gym to make the definition more convincing) appear on my TV screen, wishing me "Happy National Day". Awww what a day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 364px; HEIGHT: 259px" height="983" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i7.tinypic.com/24g370k.jpg" width="765" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Library Guy &amp; Me @ Marina Bay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday... what else? National Touch league (NTL). Since, Coach Marli decided to send a second team, I thought, "Hey this is it. My opportunity". My injuries are the last thing in my mind. I know I am not suppose to be playing but, what the hell this is something that I enjoy doing. Besides, I am playing for the second team. There is no what-so-ever expectation put on us so I have nothing to loose but a lot to gain from this whole competition. Just go and play have a good time and then learn something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;out of it and that is what I intend to do.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 257px" height="886" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i8.tinypic.com/24g3cef.jpg" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Girls with Mr.Gilbert&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunday it is just the bad day cause Sunday will causes my weekend to end! Can it not end! Sunday means I have to stay at home. The Baba's rule that Sunday is family day and that we have to do something or anything together. But when I am home I will start thinking way too much. For now: Sometimes I feel "out of place" when some one disappoints me. But what scares me most is that, what if I am the disappointment. Well, that's the feeling I always have when I am at home. I wonder where I went wrong cause there is always something that I do wrong esp at home. Other then my room, my home hasn't really been in my "short-term" list of places of where I want to be rite now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-115544175102517779?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/115544175102517779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/115544175102517779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2006/08/weekend.html' title='Weekend!'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i7.tinypic.com/24g370k_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-115514795999629482</id><published>2006-08-10T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T02:30:48.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My dad the metro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Dad has been admitted to Tan Tock Seng due to some internal bleeding that takes place in his stomach.&lt;br /&gt;So I am now more busy than usual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;However, being sick doesn't stop dad from being who he is.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, he still teases people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Secondly, he still laugh loudly as if its nobody business. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thirdly, he is forever talking about food and lastly,&lt;br /&gt;being sick really doesn't stop him from being vain/metrosexual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of saying "take care" "come back tomorrow" or anything related to it to me and mum before we left, he chooses to say&lt;br /&gt;"Eh!!! besok jangan lupa bawak sikat aku eh!"&lt;br /&gt;I was like "WTH Dad?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to show his true "metrosexuality"&lt;br /&gt;he say "Eh mesti ah besok orang nak datang tengok aku ape! Mesti la nak style sikit"&lt;br /&gt;Then in my mind "Style????"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that makes my dad not only the "Sick Dad" but also "The Metro Dad"&lt;br /&gt;I bet u, if I can drive his car he will be asking either me or mum to bring his deodorant, facial cleanser, toner, whitening cream, chap-stick and God knows what......Oh! well........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get Well Soon Dah-dy Dear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-115514795999629482?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/115514795999629482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/115514795999629482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-dad-metro.html' title='My dad the metro'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-115493772758392309</id><published>2006-08-07T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T16:06:27.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Sometimes the stuff comes out from my mum's mouth is kinda weird.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wonder, where on earth she will get that kinda idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me "Mama, I might be out late this friday."&lt;br /&gt;Mama "Kau nak pergi maner?"&lt;br /&gt;Me "Come on Ma, I am 17 and its friday night..what do you expect?"&lt;br /&gt;Mama "Ouh!"&lt;br /&gt;Me "Mesti la bukan study group."&lt;br /&gt;Mama pause for a while. She just stare into the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;Mama (in super-duper-maluver shock voice)&lt;br /&gt;"Ouhhhh!!!! aku tahu...kau nak pergi CLUBBING kan!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Mama "Kan?! Kan?!Kan?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now that Mama mention it. Maybe I should after all my 18th birthday falls on a Saturday night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-115493772758392309?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/115493772758392309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/115493772758392309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2006/08/mama.html' title='Mama'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-115488429617991012</id><published>2006-08-07T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T01:14:13.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not what my age says I am</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Remember when we first meet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;You came up to me smiling asking for my name. Then pretend to ask for direction assuming I know the place well and as if you have "NEVER" been there before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well come to think about it, I think I like you better back then better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you! See what mess you drive me into Beautiful Stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so frustrating for me when some one judges my intelligence or the way I think or act according to my age. I understand what is going on damn it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no trying to say I am that smarter or intelligent or way too matured for my age but&lt;br /&gt;hey! at least I know what you are talking about and I know I get it right.&lt;br /&gt;You don't freaking need to "simplify" the "terms" you usually use.&lt;br /&gt;The "terms" that you use when you are with your group of friends that share the same year of birth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if I am still in school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;So what if am not legal?&lt;br /&gt;So what if you are four to five years older than I am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;The point is I get your point!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;If only he knew what I am thinking, then only I think he will pause to think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Aargghh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Guys will always be what they are 50% of what they really made of and 50% of "shitty-ness". Oh Dear, did I get my math right...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;The figure won't go that far anyway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-115488429617991012?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/115488429617991012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/115488429617991012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-not-what-my-age-says-i-am.html' title='I am not what my age says I am'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-115487098113131474</id><published>2006-08-06T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T21:33:09.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camera Trick!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I have always thought that I have this "thing" for photography....&lt;br /&gt;Since I am still in the recovery stage and I am not playing for the school team in this year National Touch Legue so yea..I am doing the "admin stuff"...This week I volunteer to take photos... so here are some pics that I kinda like (in random orders)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/IMGA0268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/320/IMGA0268.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/IMGA0137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/320/IMGA0137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/IMGA0141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/320/IMGA0141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/IMGA0157.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/320/IMGA0157.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/IMGA0147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/320/IMGA0147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/IMGA0160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" height="311" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/320/IMGA0160.jpg" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/IMGA0302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/320/IMGA0302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/IMGA0308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/320/IMGA0308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/IMGA0311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/320/IMGA0311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/IMGA0335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/320/IMGA0335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/IMGA0344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/320/IMGA0344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/IMGA0346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/320/IMGA0346.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/IMGA0340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/320/IMGA0340.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/IMGA0327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/320/IMGA0327.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;My Personal Favourite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/IMGA0229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/400/IMGA0229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel that this picture portrays one of TPiranhas main trait which is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ferocious&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&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/8549142-115487098113131474?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/115487098113131474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/115487098113131474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2006/08/camera-trick.html' title='Camera Trick!'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-115339660959097382</id><published>2006-07-20T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T19:56:49.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clinic session with Touch NZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/me%20n%20marli.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13th July 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Clinic session with Touch New Zealand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/full%20squad.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/touch%20new%20zeland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/400/touch%20new%20zeland.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;So yea I sacrifice my one and half day allowance to go for this session. But what the hell, every single minute worth more then what I paid for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px" height="291" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/400/girls.jpg" width="355" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/team%20mates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 344px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px" height="288" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/400/team%20mates.jpg" width="352" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/moods.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/400/moods.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/team%20mates.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The session with them was somewhat enriching for me. Though! It was so darn difficult to concentrate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/full%20squad.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/320/full%20squad.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Before this picture was taken Hafizah was telling Coach Marli how hot the NZ players are suddenly when we were getting ready to take the pic.....&lt;br /&gt;Marli "Hey Peter,my girl wants to take the pic with you"&lt;br /&gt;Peter "Oh yeah sure!"&lt;br /&gt;The Peter put his arm around Haifazah and Marli. Out of the blue,&lt;br /&gt;Marli "Hey I think I wanna go to the front"&lt;br /&gt;then she turn to her right and say to me&lt;br /&gt;Marli "Eh! Aini aku kasi chance tu"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Aini pon apa lagi.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/nz%20team.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/320/nz%20team.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Damn hot la, but ketiak bebulu!&lt;br /&gt;Then here are THE reason why it was darn difficult for us to concentrate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/Photo-0203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/320/Photo-0203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;They were half-naked most of the time. The ladies! Some of them are mother of two or three BUT they look damn fit la and tone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/me%20n%20nz%20player.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/320/me%20n%20nz%20player.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so loving her tattoo! The tattoo actually tells her "life-story" so yeah every one will have their own..How I wish I can get one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole session, the girls was still not over with&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my God that guy is freaking hot" "No no that one!" "Look at that!"&lt;br /&gt;So yea we ALL stayed for abt half an hour to watch the NZ training session.&lt;br /&gt;We were so busy/noisy pointing out the guys to an extend that NZ physiotherapist notice&lt;br /&gt;Phsyio "So who are you girls talking about?"&lt;br /&gt;Hafizah "Peter!"&lt;br /&gt;Can't remeber who "Brad!"&lt;br /&gt;Physio "How about you?"&lt;br /&gt;Aini "As long as they look below 30 its fine with me"&lt;br /&gt;Physi "Hahaha I like that one!"&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the girls "HOiiiiiii Aini!" [at the same threw some stuff at me]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/me%20n%20marli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/320/me%20n%20marli.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach Marli &amp; Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The convo of the day goes something like this&lt;br /&gt;Marli "Oh! you all during training, like to take your own sweet time. Over here I can see the 150% effort. Hhhmmm!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Aini "Ala Marli.You can't blame them, the guys are sooo hot that the girls can get orgasm just by staring at them. After that, they pay attention la wanna get more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-115339660959097382?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/115339660959097382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/115339660959097382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2006/07/clinic-session-with-touch-nz.html' title='Clinic session with Touch NZ'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-115315066169915483</id><published>2006-07-17T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T23:59:27.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school with crutches</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;I self-declare myself to be the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/Photo-0211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/320/Photo-0211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;The hottest girl that walks around school with crutches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&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="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I was taking forever to walk from home to the bus stop. So yea this is what I call "A Walk to Remember". It felt like the longest walk I have ever walked my whole entire life. I was taking forever la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there's going to be eyes staring at me at school, so I put on my shades... the biggest one I can find in the drawer. "Eh Ain! Kau aper cerita sak dengan shades? Drama Queen!!!!" hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't care. I just don't want to be remembered as "the pathetic girl who got injured" and then receive attention due to it.&lt;br /&gt;Prolly that's why I refused to ask for help. So I put on the shades hoping no one will recognize me. Well, it kinda works. I actually walked in the lecture hall sit down take off my shades then only my mates in front was like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Oh My God that's Aini! Eh you OK or not?!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Yea! Yea! Okay-okay!" (trying to cover my face)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;God knows how many times I have to tell and then re-tell the story about how I got injured until I got freaking annoyed, but looking on the bright side... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"hey at least they give a f**k"...Thanks mates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I meet my "most caring cousin of the year" Nana who actually accompany me to polyclinic then to physiotherapy.&lt;/span&gt; &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="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/Photo-0212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/320/Photo-0212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(fake tired smile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;The physiotherapist said something about my right leg being longer then my left (and I don't freaking know for 17 years) so that's where the whole thing actually starts. The left side is so called overworked in order to function just as well as the right one. Then the only muscle that is still hurting badly is the muscle at my left butt. Guess what, I got a massage man. Yes! There, at my left butt and then she use some machine, ultrasound machine I think. Have to go for a follow up this coming Friday though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I went back to school after that to give Coach Marli her watch. Aisya (the other coach) kinda forget that she leaves the watch with me on saturday. Then I went home and I somewhat forget that the watch on wrist isn't mine. At the same time I went back cause, I wanted to submit my excuse letter from touch rugby. Damn! Seeing the rest playing touch rugby doesn't help in making me feel any better. I just end up envying everyone one of them for not being injured. Just my luck! Another tournament is coming up and I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I fucking wanna play (I hope the F word explains my desire). I come to a point where I realize that this sport have become my passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh my God what's up with that. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok I dont know but that's what I am feeling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ew! hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Before I leave Nurul (one of my team mates) came up to me...&lt;br /&gt;"Aini what does your t-shirt say? 'I am a wonder of the world' Hah! Yeah rite, with your leg like this?! Trying to make yourself feel better eh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/Photo-0213.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/320/Photo-0213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I reckon, she is the only that notice the motive of me wearing this particular&lt;br /&gt;t-shirt. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-115315066169915483?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/115315066169915483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/115315066169915483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2006/07/first-day-of-school-with-crutches.html' title='First day of school with crutches'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-115298141011000312</id><published>2006-07-15T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T00:36:50.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Injured</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;My body was full of adrenaline. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The only thing that was on my head :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Proper three man punch out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Positive touches &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Communication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Defend like mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I remember runing like mad, though she was Syaidah's man. The moment I catch up with her, I smack her hard rite at her back and yelled "TOUCH!" . Then I feel the pain on waist. I know I can endure this but the moment I run, it came back.  Fuck! not now please. "This is so not happening to me." So yea I continued running, then I realise. "No. This is too much!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The next thing I remember, I was screaming my lungs out in pain while Poor Aisya was trying to "massage" me. I feel damn terrible. All I wanted was to play well and win. I want to win! That's all! But the pain! The pain is holding me back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The next game when we were losing I was frustated with myself. The frustration was killing me within. How I wish there's something I can do for team. I feel so useless for the moment because the only thing I can do was..Whine about the pain. When Yam was "explaining" her frustation to Aisya and me after this particular game, I feel for her. The moment I saw tears in her eyes, I think I know how she feels.  Its simple.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I hate losing. I want to win!"&lt;/em&gt; I feel the exact same way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;My brain wants to reject the painful fact. The fact that I can't play for the rest of the day due to the injury. I don't feel terrible. I felt FUCKING terrible about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;But there's nothing I can do about it. It's afterall my fault for not paying attention to the injured area ealier on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Girls manage to get into the semi-finals. Congrats girls!&lt;br /&gt;and yea to the other team as well, You Girls were fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could have contributed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Ah Poh &amp; Syaidah thanks for "piggy-bagging" me all the way out.&lt;br /&gt;To Aisya..Thanks for the "massage" &amp;amp; exposing my left waist all the way to my left upper-leg in public. I owe u big time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now, I am frustated with myself and the inury.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to play beautifully and win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am just in hunger of wining and performing my best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Get well soon Aini. You so need to train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-115298141011000312?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/115298141011000312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/115298141011000312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2006/07/injured.html' title='Injured'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-115288779077103627</id><published>2006-07-14T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T23:05:07.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentosa Island</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Sentosa 8th July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/Photo-0190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/320/Photo-0190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nicole's Sweet 17 Birthday.. Happy Birthday Babe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/Photo-0193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/320/Photo-0193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Can u believe it? The last time I went to Sentosa was like 7-8 years ago!&lt;br /&gt;So yea today I was kinda "jakun-ing" around la...&lt;br /&gt;"First-time babe pergi Sentosa sendiri" ha-ha-ha kental&lt;br /&gt;Thank God Faezah was with me..I miss having her around me..well she was with me&lt;br /&gt;thru O'lvl..seating beside me in class..Now, we rarely we meet-up all because of...PROJECT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I hearts u babe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/Photo-0198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/320/Photo-0198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then I bump into this guy from my course… Ham &amp; I label him as "Purple" for a lame reason..There was this once he was like "stretching" in the LT..Then I happen to see his tummy n his purple underwear (waist area la!!).. on that Saturday.. Damn it was Faezah, Nicole's and my lucky day. He was walking around half naked..Just in his board shorts (and no purple under wear).. Then I come to realize that he is kinda hot la.. As in really hot minus the hair-do..Even Faezah was like "&lt;em&gt;Woah! Aini! This is what u call hot..your taste of guys some how change over the year I am suprise"&lt;/em&gt;.. Yes its true! At the same time heading towards the "right direction" I reckon. As for Nicole not need to say.. You guys can imagine how excited she gets..BUT!! I didn't mange to snap a photo of him or with him. He was busy playing Beach volleyball how cool is that hehehe. Now, at least there's something to look foward for during le&lt;/span&gt;cture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/Photo-0199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/320/Photo-0199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I love my tan-line! I love my tan-line! I love my tan-line! I love my tan-line!&lt;br /&gt;I love my tan-line! I love my tan-line! I love my tan-line! I love my tan-line!&lt;br /&gt;I love my tan-line! I love my tan-line! I love my tan-line! I love my tan-line!&lt;br /&gt;I love my tan-line! I love my tan-line! I love my tan-line! I love my tan-line!&lt;br /&gt;I love my tan-line! I love my tan-line! I love my tan-line! I love my tan-line!&lt;br /&gt;I love my tan-line! I love my tan-line! I love my tan-line! I love my tan-line!&lt;br /&gt;I love my tan-line! I love my tan-line! I love my tan-line! I love my tan-line!&lt;br /&gt;I love my tan-line! I love my tan-line! I love my tan-line! I love my tan-line!&lt;br /&gt;I love my tan-line! I love my tan-line! I love my tan-line! I love my tan-line!&lt;br /&gt;I love my tan-line! I love my tan-line! I love my tan-line! I love my tan-line!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-115288779077103627?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/115288779077103627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/115288779077103627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2006/07/sentosa-island.html' title='Sentosa Island'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-115244474121718515</id><published>2006-07-09T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T19:32:21.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Brand New</title><content type='html'>My Brand New : &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/Photo-0111.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/320/Photo-0111.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/Brand%20new%20diet.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/320/Brand%20new%20diet.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/Ham%20n%20me.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/320/Ham%20n%20me.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HomeGirl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/23-06-06_1534.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/320/23-06-06_1534.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teammates&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-115244474121718515?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/115244474121718515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/115244474121718515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-brand-new.html' title='My Brand New'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-115230402795986344</id><published>2006-07-08T03:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T04:58:04.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brand New Start to A Brand New Life</title><content type='html'>Now this is it......&lt;br /&gt;My brand new start&lt;br /&gt;To A Brand New Life&lt;br /&gt;Honestly there's nothing more I would ask for....&lt;br /&gt;Thank You God....Damn! You are great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-115230402795986344?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115230402795986344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=115230402795986344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/115230402795986344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/115230402795986344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2006/07/brand-new-start-to-brand-new-life.html' title='A Brand New Start to A Brand New Life'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-113924856069690384</id><published>2006-02-07T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T01:56:00.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The day start of badly coz i recieve a msg frm iMran..so yeah for me anything related to imran means it willb related to my past n my past was something i wasnt proud abt..i expect it to be a bad day but thank god it wasnt..we meet up to settle some "government" stuff den i offer to treat him dinner coz it was his birthday few days before..it was akward for me then i kinda settle down a lil..so yeah everything went unexpectedly normal &amp; simple..like friends we chat abt daily life n how we are sooo gonna screw o level..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; think i did ask permission for him to b honest n frank n if i am not misktaken he was alrite with it so yeah everything frm the heart went thru the mouth..i kinda told him off n he seems cool..i think he understand n he still remember that i am the expressive type..well everything abt the day was cool uh includin how &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;akward i was talkin to him..b4 we parted i did say something funny that made him smile/grin frm ear to ear..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Now, that we're cool I think u dont need to worry abt something im" aini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Worry abt what?"Imran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"U dont need to worry abt some1 shooting you rite in your head"aini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"huh! yeah rite haha"imran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I laugh as well but deep down in my heart i was like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;if only we were at southside jamaica queens baby..u will take it for real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;other then that everything i felt towards him was spoken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we are cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-113924856069690384?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/113924856069690384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=113924856069690384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/113924856069690384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/113924856069690384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2006/02/cool.html' title='COOL'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-113864223709071883</id><published>2006-01-31T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T01:33:33.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy New Year to all my Muslim brothers and sisters..May 1427 Hijrah be a better year for y'all.&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/8549142-113864223709071883?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/113864223709071883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=113864223709071883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/113864223709071883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/113864223709071883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-113825860481176512</id><published>2006-01-26T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T16:20:22.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Day Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Legally "Blonde"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/400/scan.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;Bad Hair Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;On Money Wasting &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;a.k.a&lt;br /&gt;Shoppin Trip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/scan0001.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/320/scan0001.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/scan0001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 238px; height: 322px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/320/scan0002.jpg" border="0" height="302" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Window Shopper no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(for the time being)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-113825860481176512?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/113825860481176512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=113825860481176512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/113825860481176512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/113825860481176512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2006/01/girls-day-out.html' title='Girls Day Out'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-113795209622908246</id><published>2006-01-23T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T01:49:21.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Honey&lt;br /&gt;you were my sugar, spice &amp;amp; everything nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I f**kin Love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey&lt;br /&gt;I have been seriously in love with you eversince the first day i told you&lt;br /&gt;"I Love You Dear"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey&lt;br /&gt;I promised you&lt;br /&gt;to love you&lt;br /&gt;even if u're locked up till a quater century&lt;br /&gt;to love you&lt;br /&gt;no matter how chipped yor tooth is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey&lt;br /&gt;I remebered the day when i say that&lt;br /&gt;"I will love you till the day you die"&lt;br /&gt;hahaha I did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey&lt;br /&gt;thank god u're dead&lt;br /&gt;but i do regreat not tellin u how much u mean to me&lt;br /&gt;afterall come to think of it i rather say it to your dead body&lt;br /&gt;coz u knw i have an issue with pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey&lt;br /&gt;now u that u aint breathin no more&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna say it to your dead face&lt;br /&gt;I fuckin love you honey&lt;br /&gt;I swear to god I love you Dear&lt;br /&gt;Even when u're busy muggin&lt;br /&gt;those cheap whores rite down at their pussy&lt;br /&gt;you see i have love you all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey&lt;br /&gt;Though I love you&lt;br /&gt;i was damn rite sure that i wasnt willing&lt;br /&gt;to compromise my virginty for you&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand at least you didnt die a virgin rite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're satisfied with me coz&lt;br /&gt;i hold on to my words&lt;br /&gt;to love you till ya last breath&lt;br /&gt;no matter what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey&lt;br /&gt;so now,&lt;br /&gt;Thank God U're dead&lt;br /&gt;so i dont look dumb waiting for ya&lt;br /&gt;besides there wont be any pussy ass nigga to tease me&lt;br /&gt;abt not being with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey&lt;br /&gt;i hope u're satisfied with me coz&lt;br /&gt;i did kept to my promises&lt;br /&gt;which is to love you till the day you die&lt;br /&gt;so now u're dead&lt;br /&gt;i am gonna walk my talk to get over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way honey u knw i love you&lt;br /&gt;n i knw u're a thug&lt;br /&gt;so i guess u're not "the good die young" type&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats y i "loved" you&lt;br /&gt;i guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-113795209622908246?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/113795209622908246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=113795209622908246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/113795209622908246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/113795209622908246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2006/01/honey.html' title='Honey'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-113726739750850783</id><published>2006-01-15T03:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T03:38:09.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;I went out with a Wrongly Accused Male Bimbo Ijat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Coz he claim he isnt a metro when all along i tot he was one..sorry bout that Sir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Well I have always tot of him as the Bob Marley Version of Paris Hilton..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;U knw the one who says "whatever!" "duh!" &amp; goes to shopping pretty often just to catch up with the trend but at the same time still have dread with red yellow green rubber band all over him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Okay the outing with him was nothing but stress free n fun duh! Thank God some1 like him still exist! May God bless him with lots of shoes some day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;But the quest that Ijat came up with while we were walkin outside Topshop really kept me thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;"Aini how pairs of shoes do you have?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Then only i realise that i have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;one pair of trackshoe that is gonna be gone soon coz i have been using it for jogging n netball for the past 2 yrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;not to mention my smelly rugby boots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;and the other one pair of shoe which is "pink" n its somewhere in the house &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Then i come to realise that i really need shoes..that i can walk n run jog around with coz the only thing i have @ the "rak-rak kasut" outside my house is 5 pairs of &lt;strong&gt;slippers &lt;/strong&gt;n uncountable pairs of &lt;strong&gt;high heels under my bed, under my parent's bed n out at the "rak-rak kasut"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Currently in search of &lt;strong&gt;new&lt;/strong&gt; shoes! Any kind generous soul out there coz I have been eyeing on that La Coste shoe eversince...Well it will be nicer if u also get me the Channel Earrings but u knw anywhich is fine by me ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;**blinkin**blinkin**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;To my aunties, uncles or cousin (doesnt matter if u're at work,at home in spore or malaysia or san dieago) who are prolly readin this dont act like you dont knw how nice i have been this year...no bf no trouble no problem n really helpful..rite?! by the way its size 5 n a half&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;blink**blink**&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/8549142-113726739750850783?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/113726739750850783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=113726739750850783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/113726739750850783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/113726739750850783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2006/01/shoes.html' title='Shoes'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-113699662554429054</id><published>2006-01-11T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T00:41:30.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAO YAO YAO YAO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/DSCI0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havent had any chance to even to listen to 50 lately! I've been so caught up with "work"..but every time when i tell some of my friends that i am working they wld gimme this reaction like "are you fuckin kidding me?!" like as if i am some kinda of spoilt brat or something..yeah i knw that i am..but its not freaking obvious or anything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n yah my cousin on my paternal side just got married during christmas..i havent really had any chance to talk abt it coz i havent really been goin online lately but yeah just for the update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/320/DSCI0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i really like this whole wedding thingy..it really brought us together as a family..the best part was that things btw me n nurul..we are so much diff rite now..better la in other word..i really hope it remains this way...we are talkin hahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so okay over abt the wedding part..on my maternal side..haha things can not b better..during hari raya haji..dina singin, everyone's laughin like nobodys business ahh love them more then ever..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dina's version of the song januari&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kasihku sampai disini&lt;br /&gt;kisah kita jgn tangisi ke-a-a-nya&lt;br /&gt;Bukan kerna kita berrrrbeda&lt;br /&gt;Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Januari&lt;br /&gt;YAO YAO YAO YAO...............&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"tasta" chick / mak senek&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/320/tasta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;selamat hari raya haji y'all..may you guys have His blessin aite&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/320/DSCI0003.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-113699662554429054?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/113699662554429054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=113699662554429054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/113699662554429054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/113699662554429054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2006/01/yao-yao-yao-yao.html' title='YAO YAO YAO YAO'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-113629112846405704</id><published>2006-01-03T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T10:25:49.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aint proud abt the past</title><content type='html'>Okay it has been nothing but job interviews this pass few days..The suckiest part is that me and faezah will get the job that we dont like..but at the same time we havent been to any job interview that we actually like the job arrghh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today yeah..finally i get an interview at naj's workplace..there was me faezah n zulaiha..its was okay la.. i kinda like the job..but the first thing mama said when i callled her was that "eh ain bapak kau ckp jgn pergi interview utk jadi waitress!" i was like..y didnt u tell me earlier...duh..but okay wth i will just listen to her i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well today's meeting with zulaiha was kinda suprising..the last time i really had a chat with her was during netball trainin..but at that time we only talk abt all this netball stuff..but today wasnt like every other chat we had before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i dont really like the convo coz it brings me back to those days when i hang out with those pussy ass nigga..trust me i wasnt a bit proud of it..i mean those days when i still do talk to zureen n depend on neelu for an advice n think that kamalia was the most soft spoken n kind harted person in bds..goshhh!!! i really dont mind sayin "hi!" whenever i bump into them but i swear to the Holy God i dont ever wanna be involve with them not even abt the simpliest thing u can think of..i guess zul n naj will get what i mean..they seriously feel me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the same time it was great how zulaiha sord of blend in with me n naj..when we were bitchin ard abt some pussy ass nigga which i really hope they die of std..i really wonder how complicated their brain were..not only that they were tiny but the were not abit resourceful to our comunity..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went on chattin abt all these niggas who have the honour to talk abt us behind our back later on with much pride manipulate us but actully didnt really "have it all" to say it to our face well like &lt;strong&gt;50&lt;/strong&gt; says it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Funny how a nigga get the screw facing at me Anyhow, they aint got the heart to get at me"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny that they cant even be "real" for a split second..well i aint no longer gonna ever ever be bother abt these pussy ass nigga who aint only nothing but simply shit n dope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to the trio who let the cat out of the bag abt thier non-virgin gf..i actually wanted to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"May be they are cheaper by a dozen!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-113629112846405704?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/113629112846405704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=113629112846405704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/113629112846405704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/113629112846405704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2006/01/aint-proud-abt-past.html' title='Aint proud abt the past'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-113515633401698646</id><published>2005-12-21T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T17:12:14.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>China</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;Back from Beijing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;Gosh it's freakin cold!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;Now I am bloody convince that stuff in China are freaking cheap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;But damn it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;Well its not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;for an unemployed jackass like me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;So to those who are expecting either a belated or an advance birthday present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;I rather say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;try to keep ya hopes down!&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/8549142-113515633401698646?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/113515633401698646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=113515633401698646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/113515633401698646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/113515633401698646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/12/china.html' title='China'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-113474321813505789</id><published>2005-12-16T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T17:02:38.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The V Thingy</title><content type='html'>Like Naj has mention earlier...this "doing it" thingy..it really does disturb the both of us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is so cool about losing ya virginity?&lt;br /&gt;Are there red ants in your underwear that you can't put on them for long?&lt;br /&gt;or is orgasm just addactive as Farrer Roche?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not as if u need to pay a million dollar to say "No" to premarital sex..Trust me is wasnt that difficult..I know coz I did said No to it once before..n this people who are actually doing it..I dont know what is in their freaking brain..look i am not talkin about adults man..I am talkin abt kids my age..I am not sayin that I am the most innocent, angelic, well balance teens around.. but hey I wasnt playin with my vagina when I was 13 or 14..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I dont think some of these guys even know the meaning of "Statutory rape" or "Carnal Abuse" is and they are already having sex..n some of this guys..I some how think they are paedophilic..so their victims are usually girls age btw 13-16..if this were to continue may be we will be lack of "anak dara sunti" around..however, the guys are not the only one to be blame.. the girls are just as bad..the other day one of us (me/ naj) was chattin with one of our friend..he did it coz his gf was all "geared-up" for it..then he said " I don't knw sia..We did it! n now i have to stay with her.. but I my feelings towards her only 50:50"..at fist I laugh so hard coz that girl barely have any boobs but then i SWEAR TO GOD my jaw felt as if it drop down to earth when i inform that she wasnt even 14..gosh i was still watching nicklodean when i was 14!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for the "save yourself for marriage" campaign and the sex education thingy..it seems as if its a wasted effort..sometime i really wonder what their virginty means to them..n virginty is not the freakin way to show your commitment to your partner..isnt it?! n if u think u're in love n u can foreshadow that this is goin to be person u are gonna marry..gosh i think u shud do a reality check n start including God in your plan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenI hear this kids are Malay/Muslim i some what felt humiliated! though they are not related to me..i knw prolly some of u guys think i am talkin cock coz u might have seen me holding hand or kissing with some of my ex (3 of them in total) n i might not be the most innocent untouch girls around but hey i did my weighing..until when? i am gonna do this shit! at the same time i am not being prejudice to all this non-virgins out there..well all i have to say just pray hard that yr future spouse can accept the fact that u're not a v but first pray that Allah swt wont include that sin on judgement day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont why i am typing abt this stuff prolly b'coz it disturb me n leadin me to feel humiliated..or may b coz I felt insulted when one of my guy friend said&lt;br /&gt;"u mean u are still a virgin?!"&lt;br /&gt;then i ans&lt;br /&gt;"what do you expect? just b'coz u think i am a bimbo that doesnt mean i am not a V..I am still one n i am f**kin proud to say it..that i am a virgin"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh when are they gonna stop f**kin ard?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-113474321813505789?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/113474321813505789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=113474321813505789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/113474321813505789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/113474321813505789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/12/v-thingy.html' title='The V Thingy'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-113471684793709656</id><published>2005-12-16T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T15:07:27.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bimbo #2 Taking up the Post</title><content type='html'>You could even call me B2... lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way for those still clueless it's Scream aka Naj.&lt;br /&gt;At Aini's house and waiting for the cramps to subside.. Haiz red light red light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way Ain.. I want some cute stuff also from Beijing... Teeheehee... No kidding man she's got like 500 of that Mao money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of cash, I've noticed that everyone's been short of it lately.. and I mean short of it. Like broke... especially me. Now that it's holidays I'm really feeling the painful pangs of having an empty wallet... especially when walking around Far East. Sheesh. To top it all off my grandma now has a nicer phone than me.. like insult of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw new revelations..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this whole V issue is bugging me out.. othersiwe known as statutory rape as far as BDSians are concerned.  I mean i do keep quiet when i hear couples who are for sure aware of the consequences of 'doing it' actually do it... but what about the couples who have barely reached puberty... mentally?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on!!  As Cured says, these people's mothers are picking their boxers for them and yet they're pulling them off fast enough before you can say 'Alakazam!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More scandal than you can shake a stick at... or something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY... this topic is making me all flustered.  Well i gtg now for THE JOB INTERVIEW so if anybody has any vacancies at their workplace give me a call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bzzt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-113471684793709656?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/113471684793709656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=113471684793709656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/113471684793709656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/113471684793709656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/12/bimbo-2-taking-up-post.html' title='Bimbo #2 Taking up the Post'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-113459770404881903</id><published>2005-12-15T04:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T00:08:18.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suddenly 4C came to my mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/scan.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days spent muggin on our textbooks in the classroom till late evenings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nagging we suffered TOGETHER..Side by side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The empty promises we made to come for extra classes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are all fresh in my memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't where to start if some one were to ask me what I remember abt 4C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may be its&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the Pei Hua eraser incident with Mr Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-me screaming at the whole class abt the class cleanliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ms Loo moodswings which we suffered most as we are her form class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Juffri's ass munching jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Izwan's dangdut songs n dancestep (which he transmitted to Trevor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Adilah vs Izwan braburning catfight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Having 2/3 or triplets in the class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-couple of the class Aini &amp; Imran which was later replace by Qian Wee &amp;amp; Ong Teh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the fact that Imran frm 3C/4C will 4ever remain as my first love n my heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Wife wannabe + Super loud +4 ever sms-ing/sleeping in class =Chee Sim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The always SMILING &amp;amp; SLACKING Jazren (she will always pass..damn!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The suicidal classmate Hung EE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The "Assalammualikum Malay Teacher"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The "Apple times orange = apple orange" Add Maths Teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................(Cant stop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't get them out of my head&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly miss them&lt;br /&gt;N our daily pow-wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/scan.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/400/scan.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Class 3C of 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives&lt;br /&gt;Where we're gonna be when we turn 25&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking times will never change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keep on thinking things will always be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;But when we leave this year we won't be coming back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No more hanging out cause we're on a different track&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;And if you got something that you need to say&lt;br /&gt;You better say it right now cause you don't have another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause we're moving on and we can't slow down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These memories are playing like a film without sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if we get the big jobs&lt;br /&gt;And we make the big money&lt;br /&gt;When we look back now&lt;br /&gt;Will our jokes still be funny?&lt;br /&gt;Will we still remember everything we learned in school&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still be trying to break every single rule&lt;br /&gt;Will Trevor be the next Barney man?&lt;br /&gt;Can we ever find a job that won't interfere with a tan?&lt;br /&gt;I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Keep on thinking it's a time to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Will we think about tomorrow like we think about now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Can we survive it out there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Can we make it somehow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I guess I thought that this would never end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;And suddenly it's like we're women and men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Will the past be a shadow that will follow us 'round?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Will these memories fade when I leave this town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I keep, I keep thinking that it's not good&lt;/strong&gt;bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Keep on thinking it's a time to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-113459770404881903?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/113459770404881903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=113459770404881903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/113459770404881903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/113459770404881903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/12/suddenly-4c-came-to-my-mind.html' title='Suddenly 4C came to my mind'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-113449213346271469</id><published>2005-12-13T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T00:42:13.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Netball Farewell Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay after 2 yrs I finally have a hell of a time during netball !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have never really enjoy Netball eversince sec2 due to some reason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the farewell party was great!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank You &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Juniors&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coach,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the funny merepek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ms Chong &lt;/strong&gt;&amp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our 4ever young &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;teacher in-cahrge &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ms Ng May Hong&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well for the first time during netball (after 2 yrs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i really enjoy playing netball &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i guess for the first time of the year i played well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;during game..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well at least better then i usually do...&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="center"&gt;one of the resaon y i really enjoy myself was may b bcoz of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the pple who turned up at the farewell party..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Sorry Juniors I really cant remember ya name or even some of u&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i will try)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; those frm my badge..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are those i really appreciate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THANK YOU GOD FOR CHOOSING THEM TO COME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They are for real!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;plastics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; didnt turn up to spoilt it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ALHAMDULILAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They werent there to destroy it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I knw they usually do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Destroyin" my mood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or sometime the whole thingy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;either by saying something or by their action&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so yeah what a relief..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YEAH! yeah! YEAH!&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="center"&gt;N coach finally didnt scream at me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She sord of smile at me after some of my "nice" shot..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some how she made me feel appreciated for the first time after 4yrs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The whole sing along, dress making, make-up thingy (girls will always b girls), catwalking, crazy eating &amp; the 3kg chocolate cake was just &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/s.netballer.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 424px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/400/s.netballer.jpg" width="454" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/s.netballer.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(frm left) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Same old Syarfah, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Cheerful Nicole,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Captain Jazren..don't knw where she is lookin at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Semangat Pose by Syairah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Most Valueable player Nina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ME&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Chubby Big Eater Syaidah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/toilet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/320/toilet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They might not be the coolest pple to hang out with in school accordin to some people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, they are very well appreciated by me not for their looks, shape, or what they wear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Simply for who they are..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For sure they have a special place in my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They will always b cherish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Y'ALL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/s%20hude%20out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/320/s%20hude%20out.jpg" 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Party'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-113336802695615593</id><published>2005-12-01T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T00:27:07.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving on the jet plane</title><content type='html'>Aite I am leaving today to KL.&lt;br /&gt;Den goin to Beijing the day after next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not even gonna complete my one week attachment..&lt;br /&gt;Alah short of one day only&lt;br /&gt;Erm but it has been great though&lt;br /&gt;Having non-uniform schoolmates&lt;br /&gt;knowing what they are really like&lt;br /&gt;by the way they dress...hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yah manage to hang out with Naj yest&lt;br /&gt;At least I am not gonna miss her that bad&lt;br /&gt;Shud had meet Haikel also&lt;br /&gt;Hope they will do fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am repeatedly reminded by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haikel&lt;br /&gt;To  get him a Nike t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana&lt;br /&gt;to remember how small her waist is&lt;br /&gt;so i can get her jeans n nice shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mira&lt;br /&gt;Some pants that is abt my size&lt;br /&gt;n long enough so she can fit in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the list goes on.........................&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully my trip this time round wld b&lt;br /&gt;Fascinating&lt;br /&gt;coz&lt;br /&gt;not only that we are going to c the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;but also&lt;br /&gt;we actually goin there almost empty Luggage's n some empty bags&lt;br /&gt;so that means&lt;br /&gt;we are goin to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHOP TILL WE DROP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my bags are packed I am ready to go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-113336802695615593?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/113336802695615593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=113336802695615593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/113336802695615593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/113336802695615593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/12/leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='Leaving on the jet plane'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-113329059332898296</id><published>2005-11-30T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T00:33:32.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I MUST EXERCISE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day starts of with Aimran's wake-up call&lt;br /&gt;I think it was 5:50am when he called&lt;br /&gt;To go for a jog&lt;br /&gt;Meet him at abt 6:30am&lt;br /&gt;(he havent put on his shoes when i meet him i dont knw y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank-You God!&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I get to knw some one who is still...&lt;br /&gt;Still passionate abt EXERCISING!&lt;br /&gt;Esp during this hols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naj has been nothing but a catalyst for me&lt;br /&gt;To gain weight and grow boncet&lt;br /&gt;Seeing her face is like seeing a sight which says:&lt;br /&gt;"Eat to live n live to eat! Good life means good FOod!"&lt;br /&gt;Thats why I wont feel remorseful when&lt;br /&gt;I order Pizza n finishin the whole thing up&lt;br /&gt;when I am with darl Naj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So r Mama N Baba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I actually walk today!&lt;br /&gt;Finally!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;No more cabs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk all the way&lt;br /&gt;to the Bedok Res. with Aeem&lt;br /&gt;Jog abt 3/4 round den&lt;br /&gt;brisk walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, Aeem was there to motivate me&lt;br /&gt;by joggin non-stop thru out&lt;br /&gt;Like freakin "WOW!"&lt;br /&gt;If not I dont think I wld even be "brisk walkin"&lt;br /&gt;[except when i go shoppin]&lt;br /&gt;I think i will b at home buat taik mater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den i have to prepare for lecture&lt;br /&gt;Coz I am now on this one week attachment at Temasek Poly&lt;br /&gt;Doing Infocomm Technology&lt;br /&gt;That is sooo not me&lt;br /&gt;Arrgghhh Computer stuff is sooooooooooo not my kinda thingy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(but the maths lesson fun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well whatever it is&lt;br /&gt;Aimran, thanks! (dont knw for what..lemme think)&lt;br /&gt;I think for being &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one of the reason for me to jog&lt;br /&gt;burn fats!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;n trim down my boncet-ness!!!&lt;br /&gt;I think i so have to do this again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Triplets..I am not being dishonest when i say I am boncet&lt;br /&gt;I really am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to execercise with or without anyone ard (eg.Aeem&amp;Naj)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..:: Change of mind ::..&lt;br /&gt;NAHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;I think i will start when i get back frm Beijing...&lt;br /&gt;ermm nanti2 la&lt;br /&gt;KK insyaallah after my trip n my butt dont feel heavy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(GROWIN' FATTER)&lt;br /&gt;I shall continue2 excercise -------------------------&gt; I think go get soemthing&lt;br /&gt;to eat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 81px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="73" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/200/DSCI0006.0.jpg" width="104" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;By the way guys this is Aimran or Aeem..freakin upclose..picture taken by himself when he was jakun-ing with my cam at Mac while studyin for our o's...This guy frm my neighbourhood la...Hopefully he can help me....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I AM BONCET !&lt;br /&gt;I WILL TRY TO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;STOP EACTING RECKLESSLY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and exercise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-113329059332898296?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/113329059332898296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=113329059332898296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/113329059332898296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/113329059332898296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-must-exercise.html' title='I MUST EXERCISE'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-113284951381677637</id><published>2005-11-24T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T00:33:51.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesbian do get jealous when i stare at their "BF"</title><content type='html'>I have counted. By far i have meet 3 lesbian Malay couples..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today is the most interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now in bus 65..the malay lesbian couple was seating opp of me..smooching!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since they were seatin opp of me..so i just watch them..hey!! its more entertaining then tv mobile what do you expect..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[in a disgusting way i mean more disgustin then the part where they have to eat dead mice in fear factor]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i just look at them/watch (not obvious la of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guy beside me already got disgusted so he pretend to look somewhere and den closed his eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just smile n pretend to stone while lookin at the "guy" once in a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha girls on girls..kissing touching each other..in public...ohh gosh..pls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its still new in our community&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but pls dont spread ard it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b4 i alight the "girl" cut cross infront of me so i gave her way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i didnt turn ard.. just head for tamp mall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked abt two steps den&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bukan nye lawar sangat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i turned ard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n c them both holdin hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the "girl" was staring at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first reaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laugh my ass of man...........like damn loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her eyes suddenly grew bigger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what was she thinkin...i am attarcted to her "man"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i covered my mouth laugh out loud and smile (ear to ear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den laugh my way to tampines mall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God damn it her (or his) boobs was obvious man..i think he (she) was wearin a sports bra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n i am&lt;strong&gt; not interested&lt;/strong&gt; in another "girl"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not even if they are male look alike HOMOSEPHIAN,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have the most sexual desiring fake pennis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still not interested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n i am still not attracted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YIKES!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Still Laughin My Ass Off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-113284951381677637?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/113284951381677637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=113284951381677637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/113284951381677637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/113284951381677637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/11/lesbian-do-get-jealous-when-i-stare-at.html' title='Lesbian do get jealous when i stare at their &quot;BF&quot;'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-113198644391832648</id><published>2005-11-04T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T00:44:07.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tok</title><content type='html'>Its the second day of Syawal..Most muslim wld b out celebrating..but I have class to attend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt mind at all..The big O's are in couple of days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides I promised Ms Hoori..that I wld attend her last literature lesson for the year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lesson I hang out with Faezah, both Sya (syarfah &amp; syaidah) &amp;amp; Naj at the sch canteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then Me n Naj head for Mac to meet up with Haikel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den Mama call n said "Eh! Ain dtg la hospital Mama da on the way na tgk Tok"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which means "Eh Ain, I am headin for the hospital to visit Tok. Come n join us"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Tok (Grandpa) Salimon is the nearest figure of a grandfather I ever have in my entire life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wldnt mind at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is my cousin's (Nur, Nana &amp; Danial) grandfather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides during the kampong days he used to stay side by side to my late grandparent's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a funny chap..I like his jokes..which werent suppose to be one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I reach Changi host. I head straight to the flower shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many flowers...den i dont knw Tok's favourite colour...so keepin in mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first question i am gonna ask kakak nana is.."what is tok fav colour?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den drag her down to buy tok the most expensive flower i can afford..hopefully to cheer him on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i reach lvl 5..the elavator doors open..Bek Bak (nana's dad; my uncle) greeted me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den kakak nana came out frm the ward main entrance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den I ask "sal?" or "why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tok da tak de" or " Tok is no longer ard"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take a few mins to absord her statement den&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tears flow down..den i relise that isnt the quest tt i is on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried...............................................I find it so difficult to stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh ! this Eid starts with a death...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wasnt the Eid that I have imagined&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al-Fatiha to Haji Salimon who past away today at 3:10pm(estimated)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Allah S.W.T Blessing be with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takziah to all his Children, Grandchildren &amp;amp; Great Grandchildren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May his soul rest in peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-113198644391832648?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/113198644391832648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=113198644391832648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/113198644391832648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/113198644391832648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/11/tok.html' title='Tok'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-113043274654898960</id><published>2005-10-28T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T01:20:45.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My adopted pet..its head can rotate 360 degree! 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Equality btw both sexes in my relantionship with imran..gosh! i made it sound so political&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i first had the convo with this iza girl....i dont knw to believe her or not..if she is NOT a liar den theres alot of stuff abt imran n my cousin nurul that i have learn...n if she IS...being untruthful to me....errmm let it be a burden to her on judgement day...coz i cldnt care less...but whatever it is..to me her motive will remain ambiguous for the time being..it really disturb me that she suddenly wanna be nice to me now.. suddenly wanna be my friend..y now..y now only u want to tell me all this...y not a year ago when i still can save my relantionship with him..well things always happen for a reason...i knw tt very well theres goin to be hikmah behind all this n i believe that for sure bcoz God is great he have everthin well planned for all of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard imran hated the idea of us talkin to each other..well he shld actually coz his flaws really did surfaces....n its not only a few but theres tooooons...well no body is perfect....no question abt that...not only his mistakes..but my cousin also..nurul...all those things that happen when btw she n imran when i was in London when i heard they "bump" into each other..where they actually plan everything..woah!!! welll i learn the fact that they all good actors n actresses...ermm i ashame of what nurul did to me n how she manage to hide it frm me all this time coz i cant believe that i actually stood by her watchin out for her back and on the other hand she was eatin me alive..so much for sisterhood n family ties..BUT at the same time..i have no rights to say that i am ashame of my cousin coz i seriously DONT KNW if this iza is being honest or not..well let time tells it all..ermm honesty seems to non existance factor ard this pple i guess..so i cant tell who is honest n who is isnt....well anyway among them..there was this confusion which is..whether i am adopted or not..well..let me make this official..i am not even sure if i am adopted.. it doesnt matter coz my parents has brought me up as if i am their own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, when i meet imran in sch..after my talk with iza...i no longer knw what to percieve him as...now "he is sham n he is scam" woah my impression of him really change over night...for abt 8 mths i battle it all out to get over him or even 4get him...but now it changes overnight...its like in blink of an eye..for now i have totally lost my respect for him n i see him as someone inferior n i dont even tresure the time we share coz i knw what he wanted frm me all along...n the word love wasnt even in the vocab of our relantionship..well mayb it does la..for the first year ONLY...everything after that was sham! n the huge mistake i did was to not stop loving him..even when i sense something isnt right...but now...ermm i think its impossible..i see him more of an animal who attacks his vunerable victims without feelin remorseful....but then again..i cant say that much coz its up to him to chose what he wanna be n do...hhmmm..besides like i said i dont knw if iza is telling me eveyrything truthfully or not...but i badly wanna believe all her bf bad qualities..opss i mean my ex bf also...well love is actually not blind..but we are just blinded by it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i see iza..i badly want to believe almost everything she says..i conclude she is someone who is smart, a person with a heart but a lil bit naive n gullible..we just had an understandin n we found out how we were lied to..by imran nurul and all...well it doesnt matter to me now coz it already hurt me n i have recover frm it all..gosh she didnt even knw that imran n i just broke up abt a week when she started dating imran..woah so much for tust is base to evryhting when he actually is liar rite frm the start..honest...non-existance factor for their relationship i suppose...duhh..n now i cldnt careless.. i see her as how i see myself 2 yrs ago..carelessly, dangerously in love with imran (gosh i was sooo dumb !!) ..but thank God i was guarded with Iman...Praises to Allah swt...may she be too protected with strong Iman..so she wont do anything foolish..even if she does it already...too bad! well repent will be good for a start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of it all i dont knw to believe if my cousin betrayed me or not..but i really dont want to coz i treat her like my own sis..i still hope she wont let me down again...but for imran erm...it doesnt matter..coz the fact doesnt change..that i have a lost a certain degree of respect for him..after the break up i still wanna continue to look up to him n respect him just as much as i use to..bcoz takin it frm a positive aspect..we broke up that doesnt me he is not a good person..but after knwing almost "everything" he did to me..all the lies the betrayal the skiming n cheating...i dont knw..i think he is more of a disappointment..but as time changes..i'll nvr knw...but may Allah swt blessin be with him...as for iza i just hope that she is careful while playin whit fire..coz i knw she wont let it go..just pray hopefully she wont get burn herself coz i knw the fact that she is semi-burned already&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-112991638888345224?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112991638888345224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=112991638888345224&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112991638888345224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112991638888345224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/10/speak-of-imrans-new-gf.html' title='Speak of the Imran&apos;s New GF'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-112954403060435359</id><published>2005-10-17T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T18:13:50.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In search of His Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;He is a sham&lt;br /&gt;He is scam&lt;br /&gt;He doesn’t deserve HE&lt;br /&gt;For he is now an IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT is sham&lt;br /&gt;IT is scam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For whatever we (Me &amp; It)  share&lt;br /&gt;was just an act of façade&lt;br /&gt;N whatever IT was to me&lt;br /&gt;was just a play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For IT may have not been to a play&lt;br /&gt;But IT have been a good actor&lt;br /&gt;An act of valiant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That ate me alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I am not at all sure&lt;br /&gt;If she is gonna be next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be eaten alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I no longer care&lt;br /&gt;Coz they have gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To where I call&lt;br /&gt;A lil bit too far&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As IT may have dragged me&lt;br /&gt;to a world I nvr belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I wasn’t trapped&lt;br /&gt;To where IT call home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In my perception &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;For IT to be a he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I don’t knw when its gonna be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Coz I think&lt;br /&gt;The respect is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For IT to be a back&lt;br /&gt;As noble as IT used to&lt;br /&gt;I don’t knw when it is gonna be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Only time i guess....&lt;br /&gt;Will prove what IT is&lt;br /&gt;Worthy of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For her,&lt;br /&gt;Theres nothing I cld say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But remind her of Judgment day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repent wld be the only word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I will be able to share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Fisabililah will hopefully be the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To bring her somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the Almighty's blessing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;InsyakAllah&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/8549142-112954403060435359?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112954403060435359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=112954403060435359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112954403060435359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112954403060435359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/10/in-search-of-his-blessing.html' title='In search of His Blessing'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-112953988098187993</id><published>2005-10-17T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T17:14:19.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Betrayal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;She was suppose to be blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;She was suppose to be protection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;It was she who betrayed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And it was he who played along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;It was me who was hurt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thinking she was innocence all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I got played out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;N she did the acting well out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;He was silence&lt;br /&gt;Thinking I was dumb all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;He thought I didn’t saw it coming &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;when I didn’t say anything at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;But God is great and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;He showed me their flaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatness in Him&lt;br /&gt;has not only shown me who they are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;But what they are actually made of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;For I am not sure shall I give you my respect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Of should I give you my hatred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For she is still my blood&lt;br /&gt;And theres not denial behind the fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the both of you who betrayed me&lt;br /&gt;Thinking I wont knw anything abt it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;London wasn’t my mistake&lt;br /&gt;But it was a step&lt;br /&gt;to take off your mask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and show those ugly deeds of yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking I will not knw anything&lt;br /&gt;But I knw it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May His forgiveness be with you&lt;br /&gt;For I don’t knw what I am gonna do&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/8549142-112953988098187993?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112953988098187993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=112953988098187993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112953988098187993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112953988098187993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/10/betrayal.html' title='Betrayal'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-112929247656790962</id><published>2005-10-14T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T20:24:10.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't wanna be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;I'm surrounded by liars everywhere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;I turn I'm surrounded by imposters everywhere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;I turn I'm surrounded by a identity crisis everywhere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;I turn Am I the only one to notice? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't be the only one who's learned&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't want to be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All I have to do is think of me and I have peace of mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm tired of looking 'round rooms wondering what I gotta do &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or who I'm supposed to be &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I don't want to be anything other than me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Gavin DeGraw &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/8549142-112929247656790962?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-112861520422388235</id><published>2005-10-02T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T00:25:09.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harapan ku utk Ramadhan kali ini....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Setapak demi setapak&lt;br /&gt;Aku melangkah ke dlm bulan Ramadhan&lt;br /&gt;Dgn harapan&lt;br /&gt;Ramadhan kali ini akan lebih bermakna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imran yg ku harap membimbingku ke arah Tuhan&lt;br /&gt;Telah pergi&lt;br /&gt;Pergi dari hidupku buat selamanya&lt;br /&gt;Melukakan hati kecil ini&lt;br /&gt;Hingga tidak dpt diubati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengingati kembali kenangan kita bersama&lt;br /&gt;Melalui apa dikata Imran "zaman bahagia"&lt;br /&gt;Diringi dgn&lt;br /&gt;Pelukkan Mesra&lt;br /&gt;Ciuman Kasih&lt;br /&gt;Sentuhan Nafsu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku&lt;br /&gt;Aku yg sanggup melalukannya&lt;br /&gt;Atas nama cinta...&lt;br /&gt;Memburukan kaca yg kusangka permata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mengejar batu yg kusangka intan&lt;br /&gt;Mempercayai racun yg kusangka janji semanis madu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Setelah pemergianmu Imran&lt;br /&gt;Baru kini kesedaran bertapak&lt;br /&gt;Baru kini keinsafan kujung tiba&lt;br /&gt;Cintamu yg bakal ku tinggalkan selamanya&lt;br /&gt;tidak pernah menjanjikan kebahagian abadi&lt;br /&gt;Hanya keindahan yg melalaikan&lt;br /&gt;Keseronokannya melekakan&lt;br /&gt;Kebebasan yg menjadi baja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yg menembus benih-benih ego &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yg mencabangkan benih-benih keji&lt;br /&gt;Di lalang peribadi in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bersama Imran&lt;br /&gt;Diri ini lebih rela dihanyut arus dosa&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun ada tangan-tangan bersih&lt;br /&gt;Cuba menyekatku dari terus melangkah&lt;br /&gt;melangkah menuruni lembah maksiat&lt;br /&gt;Aku angkuh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Aku tepis tangan itu&lt;br /&gt;Maksyakallah..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kini diselimuti dgn sejalur keinsafaan&lt;br /&gt;Aku hanya mampu berdoa&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Tuhan&lt;br /&gt;Aku amat takut hendak berdepan dgn mu&lt;br /&gt;Didlm keadaan sedeminkian&lt;br /&gt;Suluhkan hati gelap ini&lt;br /&gt;dgn sinaran petunjuk Mu&lt;br /&gt;Agar aku punya waktu utk mengabdikan Mu&lt;br /&gt;dan terlepas dari sumpahan Mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syukurlah Imran ku syg kau pergi&lt;br /&gt;Agar dpt ku rasa diri ini jauh dari dosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Tuhan&lt;br /&gt;Lengkapkan aku dgn senjata yg cukup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Utk ku berjihad menentang syaitan&lt;br /&gt;berjuang melawan iblis&lt;br /&gt;Berperang dgn nafsu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga diriku ini yg dikotori dgn dosa&lt;br /&gt;dpt dibersihkan dgn taubat nasuha&lt;br /&gt;Disertai dgn cahaya keimanan&lt;br /&gt;Dicurahkan dgn bunga-bunga amalan&lt;br /&gt;Ajar dpt aku menyediakan&lt;br /&gt;Diri ini utk Ramadhan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dgn harapan agar Ramadhan kali ini akan lebih bermakna.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insyakallah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-112861520422388235?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112861520422388235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=112861520422388235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112861520422388235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112861520422388235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/10/harapan-ku-utk-ramadhan-kali-ini.html' title='Harapan ku utk Ramadhan kali ini....'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-112810210641627893</id><published>2005-10-01T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T01:41:46.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well I think now its kinda obvious that Friday have to be my favourite day...I will always do "something"..&lt;br /&gt;So i went to Swensens with Faezah..just to eat ice-cream when theres the ice-cream man at outside our sch practically everyday..but the ice-cream ermmm sinful man..power..mcm da 10 tahun tak mkn ice cream say..after we ate we walk n i think i bump into Imran's gf..i wanted to approach her but nah what the hell am i gonna say..hi hows my ex bf doing? or hi i am Aini ya bf ex?so nah i rather not open my mouth coz i knw its gonna be full of scarcasm and on the other hand me being me..its too much of pride..y wld i approach her when she is dating my heartbreaker...ceh.. haha no connections sia...wtf man..but nah just didnt feel like talkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home ya just chill la did my weekly facial..main objective..try to remove all the leopard spots on my face..den Haikel called..well he plan the whole thingy so we can play basketball with Aimran...haha..that Aimran one in a million kinda guy...coz the first thing that i like abt him is not his ass/butt (haha wicked sia) but the way he recite the Holy Al-Quran..Maksyakallah..hebat sungguh...his voice kinda diff la..so ya play basketball for the first time just now kinda cool la but nothing will beat rugby n touch..well over the week i manage to knw more stuff abt Haikel n Aimran..they obviously love the game so much that i see no possiblity in spreadin my love for rugby..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well while we were chattin/playin basketball theres 2 things abt Aimran that appeals to me..&lt;br /&gt;its when he said these 2 sentence ah (at diff instances)&lt;br /&gt;1) "Ouh nari mahgrib pukul 7 satu minit"&lt;br /&gt;I was totally malu say..coz i just say i am goin home b4 mahgrib..den he gave me the time..i was like.woah this guy ought to be a good man..ceh pade hal waktu solat aje say..but the way he recite the Quran can be another point...ouh wow...&lt;br /&gt;2) "Love is not a come and go kinda thingy"&lt;br /&gt;He knws his shit..(no connection wtf) he said that when haikel asked  him if he's attach..eh i find this kinda guy cool uh..then he asked me then how abt u n i said nahhhhhh..n he gave me that killer smile..den i say la i feel for u when u say that..then on the way home the sentence kept in repeating ah..i dont knw why sia..but i feel that every word of that sentence is true n have deep meanings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new pple in my life hahahah..n they are kinda diff with the recent pple i knw currently haha wth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-112810210641627893?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112810210641627893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=112810210641627893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112810210641627893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112810210641627893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/10/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-112714494496776819</id><published>2005-09-19T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T23:58:43.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prefect Description</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/1600/ain%20n%20dina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4811/585/400/ain%20n%20dina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best pic to describe my end of term break..had crazy fun with my family members and special visit frm Umar..In this pic..me n dina celebrating Ayo's birthday..haha.. In the state of "geram ness"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-112714494496776819?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112714494496776819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=112714494496776819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112714494496776819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112714494496776819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/09/prefect-description.html' title='The Prefect Description'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-112714492624263307</id><published>2005-09-19T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T00:02:48.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/640/DSCI00032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/400/DSCI00033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Perfect picture to describe my prelim week..super duper maluver shitty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-112714492624263307?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112714492624263307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=112714492624263307&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112714492624263307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112714492624263307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/09/perfect-picture-to-describe-my-prelim.html' title=''/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-112575001691375599</id><published>2005-09-03T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T18:05:07.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discovery of the week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Woah this whole week has been nothing but full of discovery..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;i think if i were to compile all my discovery..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;and make it into a show like "RipLeys believe or not"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;i think i can make at least 4 episode hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;n all of my discovery are full of irony!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;things that i thought shouldn't be happening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Man i found out that some my classmate can &lt;strong&gt;argue&lt;/strong&gt; over dope CLASS SHIT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;when they are suppose to be in SECONDARY FOUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;then everyone got so personal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;n sord of more pple get involve when its suppose to b abt me n shamira...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;n&lt;strong&gt; of&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;all things.. it has to be abt the dopest thing i can think of..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;abt teachers day hangin thing...gosh how lame...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;thinkin back i have to agree with neelu..that the whole thing is soooo&lt;strong&gt; drama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;until tears..screamin at each other..bringin up abt the past arguement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;super lame...n i cant stop laughin at the level of lameness&lt;br /&gt;we actually have to got thru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;thank god i wasnt dope enuf to cry or scream until my whole face turn red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;over this stupid thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;the next thing is more irony la...paradox la.. Contradiction!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;for an instance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;its like gossip girls of bds dont want to accept that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;the other name for them is gossip monger..hahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;it goes like this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;a girl in my class told faezah that i kutok n say bad things abt her to people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;abt her dressing etc...n she sord of fuck-up by it la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;she &lt;strong&gt;complain n complain&lt;/strong&gt; to faezah sayin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;woah aini ingat die supermodel pe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;she kutok my dressin....like what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;you see ar your friend faezah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;coward ar dont knw how to say face to face....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;den here come the irony part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;this girl must have some how live in a different world la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;coz &lt;strong&gt;i am not even bother to find out her hp number&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;what on earth makes her think that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;i wld b so interested to knw what she is wearin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;how bad her fashion taste is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;or worse still who did she borrow the clothes from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;another contradiction will be..among all the people she point the finger at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;when i dont knw alot of shit abt her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;despite knwing so, what makes her think that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;my life is so boring that i wld love to spread around her secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha what the fuck..&lt;strong&gt;gosh plz la my life is much more interesting &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;den talkin abt her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;n worst still..i am &lt;strong&gt;not even saying th&lt;/strong&gt;ings u knw BUT&lt;strong&gt; i am told by pple of what i said&lt;/strong&gt;...when i dont remember sayin a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh yeah..the other thing...Adidah pass by my class on monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;b4 my class dramatic incident..the one we argued abt the hangin thingy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;she walked pass our corridor then she say no i mean she shouted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Ehhh! Aini you watch your mouth!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;i simply can imagine the GGGRRRR!!!...like a lion tone when i read tt line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;den i was wonderin was she deffendin adilah...i wonder for what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;den i think may b suke2 la cari psl..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;i just told adilah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;shud anything happen to me i am gonna bring it to the office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;n once the office gets to knw abt it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;i am gonna make sure i am gonna make it a big issue..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;but the irony part is that i wasnt even disturb by the whole thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;am i cold or what..coz i totally dont care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;but for her actin that way its normal..adilah is her twin sis god damn it&lt;br /&gt;who wldn't love thier twin...the usual protective sis act&lt;br /&gt;man i wld do the same thing should anyone harm my twin babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;the other irony part is abt me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;why i dont care..i mean like..am i heartless or what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;well i dont think so coz i just donated $5 to an old lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;den whats up with me...y i dont give a fuck?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;even when pple say i kutok her when i knw nothing abt her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;n i dont care when some one just threaten me to watch my mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;what is happenin to me hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;but i think i like it this way..well i have my mates n scream aka naj &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;or mayb i am simply&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;So God Damn Cured&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;why think abt pple whom have something bad to say to me and abt me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;gosh..so full of irony when i dont care abt what pple have to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;i think i have pick naj habit of not puttin pple opinion in my top priorty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;well if i really were 2 put it on top of my list i wld b making a list n start callin pple to not get the wrong picture like what shamira did the other time....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;WTF....hahahaha..everyhting is full of dopeness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-112575001691375599?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112575001691375599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=112575001691375599&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112575001691375599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112575001691375599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/09/discovery-of-week.html' title='Discovery of the week'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-112515826034394233</id><published>2005-08-27T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T23:57:40.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faezah Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;16th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Birthday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Dear&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Faezah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay Adilah N I plan out a birthday party for Faezah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;get all her best bud to come together to do it la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;den seperate the job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I plan out the whole thing plus taking care of the money..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Adilah get the vanue plus discount...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Abaish get the present plus collect the money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Izwan wrap n become karang guni man plus in cahrge of tangkap LIPAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; (workin under him will be adilah &amp; faris)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the rest help to make the celebration a meaningful one for faezah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;woah it was really hard la she kinda get the hint la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but thank god she didnt really know until she realise theres was cake n roti john&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saying Happy birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay so we still can call it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Suprise Birthday Party&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the best part was that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;she cried..she was too touch by us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God damn it..i feel so glad she was happy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Had a really good time yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Damn fun!&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/8549142-112515826034394233?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112515826034394233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=112515826034394233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515826034394233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515826034394233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/08/faezah-birthday-party.html' title='Faezah Birthday Party'/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-112515737923929611</id><published>2005-08-27T23:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T23:42:59.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/640/DSCI0004.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/400/DSCI0004.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Roti John Specially for our Dear Faezah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Happy B'day Faezah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-112515737923929611?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112515737923929611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=112515737923929611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515737923929611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515737923929611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-birthday-roti-john-specially-for.html' title=''/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-112515732081139422</id><published>2005-08-27T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T23:42:00.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/640/DSCI00011.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/400/DSCI00013.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Happy B'day Faezah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-112515732081139422?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112515732081139422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=112515732081139422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515732081139422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515732081139422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-bday-faezah.html' title=''/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-112515725910283365</id><published>2005-08-27T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T23:40:59.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/640/DSCI0006.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/400/DSCI0006.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BITRHDAY GIRL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Happy B'day Faezah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-112515725910283365?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112515725910283365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=112515725910283365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515725910283365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515725910283365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/08/bitrhday-girlhappy-bday-faezah.html' title=''/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-112515709530444177</id><published>2005-08-27T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T23:38:15.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/640/DSCI00021.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/400/DSCI00023.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just finish crying..toooo touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Happy B'day Faezah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-112515709530444177?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112515709530444177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=112515709530444177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515709530444177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515709530444177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/08/she-just-finish-crying.html' title=''/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-112515703602729415</id><published>2005-08-27T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T23:37:16.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/640/DSCI0005.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/400/DSCI0005.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faezah : Woah all for me uh...sob sob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Happy B'day Faezah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-112515703602729415?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112515703602729415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=112515703602729415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515703602729415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515703602729415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/08/faezah-woah-all-for-me-uh.html' title=''/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-112515699670790891</id><published>2005-08-27T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T23:36:36.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/640/DSCI00071.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/400/DSCI00071.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suprise!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Happy B'day Faezah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-112515699670790891?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112515699670790891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=112515699670790891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515699670790891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515699670790891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/08/suprisehappy-bday-faezah.html' title=''/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-112515676456716872</id><published>2005-08-27T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T23:32:44.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/640/DSCI0001.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/400/DSCI00012.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food Food everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Happy B'day Faezah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-112515676456716872?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112515676456716872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=112515676456716872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515676456716872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515676456716872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/08/food-food-everywherehappy-bday-faezah.html' title=''/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-112515671877026225</id><published>2005-08-27T23:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T23:31:58.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/640/DSCI0002.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/400/DSCI00022.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tryin her best to finish the food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Happy B'day Faezah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-112515671877026225?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112515671877026225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=112515671877026225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515671877026225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515671877026225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/08/tryin-her-best-to-finish-foodhappy.html' title=''/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-112515667017102410</id><published>2005-08-27T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T23:31:10.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/640/DSCI0003.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/400/DSCI00031.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak Habes2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Happy B'day Faezah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-112515667017102410?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112515667017102410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=112515667017102410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515667017102410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515667017102410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/08/tak-habes2happy-bday-faezah.html' title=''/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-112515658780011991</id><published>2005-08-27T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T23:29:47.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/640/DSCI0007.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/400/DSCI0007.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izwan...Gelojoh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Happy B'day Faezah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-112515658780011991?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112515658780011991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=112515658780011991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515658780011991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515658780011991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/08/izwan.html' title=''/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-112515652710050239</id><published>2005-08-27T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T23:28:47.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/640/DSCI0008.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/400/DSCI0008.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rajin Abg Faris kite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Happy B'day Faezah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-112515652710050239?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112515652710050239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=112515652710050239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515652710050239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515652710050239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/08/rajin-abg-faris-kitehappy-bday-faezah.html' title=''/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-112515633029443533</id><published>2005-08-27T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T23:25:30.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/640/DSCI0012.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/400/DSCI0012.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Kids..its Barney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Happy B'day Faezah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-112515633029443533?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112515633029443533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=112515633029443533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515633029443533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515633029443533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/08/hello-kids.html' title=''/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-112515617525041642</id><published>2005-08-27T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T23:22:55.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/640/DSCI0015.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/400/DSCI0015.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud Owner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Happy B'day Faezah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-112515617525041642?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112515617525041642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=112515617525041642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515617525041642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515617525041642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/08/proud-ownerhappy-bday-faezah.html' title=''/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-112515609288474427</id><published>2005-08-27T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T23:21:32.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/640/DSCI0017.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/400/DSCI0017.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faezah : they must love me alot man..thats why my present is so god damn big...Early Stages...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Happy B'day Faezah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-112515609288474427?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112515609288474427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=112515609288474427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515609288474427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515609288474427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/08/faezah-they-must-love-me-alot-man.html' title=''/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-112515598505961188</id><published>2005-08-27T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T23:19:45.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/640/DSCI0019.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/400/DSCI00192.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syairah :Pelan-pelan kayoh la faezah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Happy B'day Faezah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-112515598505961188?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112515598505961188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=112515598505961188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515598505961188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515598505961188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/08/syairah-pelan-pelan-kayoh-la-faezah.html' title=''/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-112515585877279760</id><published>2005-08-27T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T23:17:39.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/640/DSCI0018.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/400/DSCI00181.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet she is goin to take 4ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Happy B'day Faezah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-112515585877279760?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112515585877279760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=112515585877279760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515585877279760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515585877279760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-bet-she-is-goin-to-take-4everhappy.html' title=''/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-112515488226041437</id><published>2005-08-27T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T23:01:22.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/640/DSCI0021.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/400/DSCI0021.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is goin to take some time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Happy B'day Faezah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-112515488226041437?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112515488226041437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=112515488226041437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515488226041437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515488226041437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-is-goin-to-take-some-timehappy.html' title=''/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-112515479348022393</id><published>2005-08-27T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T22:59:53.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/640/DSCI0024.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/400/DSCI0024.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe present so big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Happy B'day Faezah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-112515479348022393?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112515479348022393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=112515479348022393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515479348022393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515479348022393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/08/hehehe-present-so-bighappy-bday-faezah.html' title=''/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-112515468428251287</id><published>2005-08-27T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T22:58:04.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/640/DSCI0025.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/400/DSCI00251.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for ya balls..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Happy B'day Faezah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-112515468428251287?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112515468428251287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=112515468428251287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515468428251287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515468428251287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-much-for-ya-balls.html' title=''/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-112515465382380813</id><published>2005-08-27T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T22:57:33.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/640/DSCI0026.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/400/DSCI00261.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEW..Lipas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Happy B'day Faezah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-112515465382380813?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112515465382380813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=112515465382380813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515465382380813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515465382380813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/08/eew.html' title=''/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-112515456007677686</id><published>2005-08-27T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T22:56:00.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/640/DSCI0027.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/400/DSCI0027.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh the present so small.. I tot big...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Happy B'day Faezah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-112515456007677686?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112515456007677686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=112515456007677686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515456007677686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515456007677686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/08/huh-present-so-small.html' title=''/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-112515451693273653</id><published>2005-08-27T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T22:55:16.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/640/DSCI0030.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/400/DSCI00302.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Happy B'day Faezah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-112515451693273653?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112515451693273653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=112515451693273653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515451693273653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515451693273653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/08/penathappy-bday-faezah.html' title=''/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-112515448813745700</id><published>2005-08-27T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T22:54:48.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/640/DSCI0031.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/400/DSCI0031.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah Finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Happy B'day Faezah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-112515448813745700?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112515448813745700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=112515448813745700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515448813745700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515448813745700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/08/woah-finallyhappy-bday-faezah.html' title=''/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-112515440304029561</id><published>2005-08-27T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T22:53:23.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/640/DSCI0032.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/400/DSCI0032.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a bottle of LIPAS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Happy B'day Faezah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-112515440304029561?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112515440304029561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=112515440304029561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515440304029561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515440304029561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/08/and-bottle-of-lipashappy-bday-faezah.html' title=''/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-112515433264401462</id><published>2005-08-27T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T22:52:12.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/640/DSCI0033.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/400/DSCI0033.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frm Aini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Happy B'day Faezah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-112515433264401462?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112515433264401462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=112515433264401462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515433264401462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515433264401462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/08/frm-ainihappy-bday-faezah.html' title=''/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-112515430334231263</id><published>2005-08-27T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T22:51:43.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/640/DSCI0037.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/400/DSCI0037.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eager to knw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Happy B'day Faezah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-112515430334231263?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112515430334231263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=112515430334231263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515430334231263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515430334231263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/08/eager-to-knwhappy-bday-faezah.html' title=''/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-112515423898585444</id><published>2005-08-27T22:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T22:50:38.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/640/DSCI0035.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/400/DSCI00352.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jigsaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Happy B'day Faezah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-112515423898585444?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112515423898585444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=112515423898585444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515423898585444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515423898585444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/08/jigsawhappy-bday-faezah.html' title=''/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-112515420674201385</id><published>2005-08-27T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T22:50:06.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/640/DSCI0034.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/400/DSCI00341.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Happy B'day Faezah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-112515420674201385?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112515420674201385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=112515420674201385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515420674201385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515420674201385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/08/finally.html' title=''/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-112515400665179366</id><published>2005-08-27T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T22:46:46.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/640/DSCI0038.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/400/DSCI00381.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figuring out the bday massage frm the Triplets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Happy B'day Faezah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-112515400665179366?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112515400665179366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=112515400665179366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515400665179366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515400665179366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/08/figuring-out-bday-massage-frm.html' title=''/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-112515391371545093</id><published>2005-08-27T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T22:45:15.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/640/DSCI0040.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/400/DSCI00401.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh! Aini I finally 16 u knw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Happy B'day Faezah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-112515391371545093?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112515391371545093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=112515391371545093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515391371545093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515391371545093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/08/eh-aini-i-finally-16-u-knwhappy-bday.html' title=''/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-112515372806743499</id><published>2005-08-27T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T22:42:08.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/640/DSCI0043.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/400/DSCI00431.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Hunny bunny...we were like fuckin glad la it all went smoothly..we are the mastermind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Happy B'day Faezah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-112515372806743499?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112515372806743499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=112515372806743499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515372806743499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515372806743499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-hunny-bunny.html' title=''/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-112515359593064052</id><published>2005-08-27T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T22:39:56.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/640/DSCI0046.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/400/DSCI0046.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh cepat die tgh tak sadar tu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Happy B'day Faezah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-112515359593064052?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112515359593064052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=112515359593064052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515359593064052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515359593064052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/08/eh-cepat-die-tgh-tak-sadar-tu.html' title=''/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-112515317959227267</id><published>2005-08-27T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T22:33:00.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/640/DSCI0047.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/400/DSCI0047.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the time to.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Happy B'day Faezah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-112515317959227267?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112515317959227267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=112515317959227267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515317959227267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515317959227267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/08/waiting-for-time-to.html' title=''/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-112515299147253901</id><published>2005-08-27T22:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T22:29:51.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/640/DSCI0048.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/400/DSCI00481.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLan A or Plan B?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Happy B'day Faezah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-112515299147253901?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112515299147253901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=112515299147253901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515299147253901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515299147253901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/08/plan-or-plan-bhappy-bday-faezah.html' title=''/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-112515295839981851</id><published>2005-08-27T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T22:29:18.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/640/DSCI0049.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/400/DSCI0049.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habes Faezah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Happy B'day Faezah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-112515295839981851?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112515295839981851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=112515295839981851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515295839981851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515295839981851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/08/habes-faezahhappy-bday-faezah.html' title=''/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-112515281406301249</id><published>2005-08-27T22:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T22:26:54.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/640/DSCI0051.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/400/DSCI00511.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted chocolate..She got it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Happy B'day Faezah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-112515281406301249?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112515281406301249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=112515281406301249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515281406301249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515281406301249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/08/she-wanted-chocolate.html' title=''/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-112515276000248734</id><published>2005-08-27T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T22:26:00.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/640/DSCI0053.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/400/DSCI0053.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video Clip ala New Boyz..eeww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Happy B'day Faezah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-112515276000248734?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112515276000248734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=112515276000248734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515276000248734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515276000248734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/08/video-clip-ala-new-boyz.html' title=''/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-112515265957304880</id><published>2005-08-27T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T22:24:19.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/640/DSCI00541.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/400/DSCI00541.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faezah hows the air down there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Happy B'day Faezah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-112515265957304880?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112515265957304880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=112515265957304880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515265957304880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515265957304880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/08/faezah-hows-air-down-therehappy-bday.html' title=''/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-112515225717636747</id><published>2005-08-27T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T22:17:37.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/640/DSCI00551.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/400/DSCI00551.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempt to save the pancet ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Happy B'day Faezah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-112515225717636747?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112515225717636747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=112515225717636747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515225717636747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515225717636747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/08/attempt-to-save-pancet-ballhappy-bday.html' title=''/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-112515193763556033</id><published>2005-08-27T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T22:12:17.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/640/DSCI00561.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/400/DSCI00561.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izwan save the ball..AWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Happy B'day Faezah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-112515193763556033?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112515193763556033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=112515193763556033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515193763556033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515193763556033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/08/izwan-save-ball.html' title=''/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-112515187944713127</id><published>2005-08-27T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T22:11:19.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/640/DSCI00571.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/400/DSCI00571.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketinggalan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Happy B'day Faezah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-112515187944713127?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112515187944713127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=112515187944713127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515187944713127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515187944713127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/08/ketinggalanhappy-bday-faezah.html' title=''/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549142.post-112515185105717267</id><published>2005-08-27T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T22:10:51.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/640/DSCI0062.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/7307/400/DSCI00621.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for tubby Bye-bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Happy B'day Faezah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549142-112515185105717267?l=ainijoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112515185105717267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549142&amp;postID=112515185105717267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515185105717267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549142/posts/default/112515185105717267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainijoe.blogspot.com/2005/08/time-for-tubby-bye-byehappy-bday.html' title=''/><author><name>aini joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07845583465364799351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/aini_j/gigi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
