<?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-556542715809271291</id><updated>2012-01-22T01:14:19.866-08:00</updated><category term='when your gone the pieces of my heart are missing you'/><category term='A CONFESSION OF A SHY WOMAN. 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(:'/><category term='thinking of you'/><category term='gatal and itchy'/><category term='kau jgn call aku lagi ah setan'/><category term='I love colourful post.'/><title type='text'>fragrance of remorse</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>432</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-2160224591797532175</id><published>2011-02-02T07:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T08:00:35.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569121666004041554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/TUl-phUaP1I/AAAAAAAABxs/PHL7FUgyWH4/s320/DSC_1375.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh hi there. *Blows dust away*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I've been away for too long, haven't I? Things have been a roller coaster ride. Eversince when the O level results have been announced. Let's just say that I actually qualify for polytechnic but it wasn't really satisfactory and I don't really get the courses that I want. In a way, I feel so fucking dissapointed cos the efforts I put in to get what I want did not show the desired results on a single sheet of paper. It's even more worse that the country we're living in is more interested in a single sheet of paper called certificate. I mean, c'mon, where's the passion? Are we supposed to do deskbound work all the time? It'd be so cliche to just study so hard, get a cert and then work in an office, after that get married and have kids. Is that what life means? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Talking about it, I have too much angst inside me that even by expressing it verbally wouldn't even make my frustrations die down. It must have been my physically challenged job or customers' bratty behaviour towards us, the service providers. Honestly, working in a service line has tested my patience enough that eventually one day, one day, i'd actually blow up cos of people's fucked up attitude. But I shall cool down cos for these few months will be a crucial one for me and I need money to provide for myself without relying on my old folks. I've been financially depending on them for 17 years and it makes me feel guilty even more that they will be sponsoring my private education studies if I don't get into the course that I appealed for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Although I've never been a good servant of God, I hope He makes things alright for me so that I can clearly see what's ahead of me in the future and return my gratitude to my parents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;Phat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-2160224591797532175?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/2160224591797532175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=2160224591797532175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/2160224591797532175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/2160224591797532175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2011/02/oh-hi-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/TUl-phUaP1I/AAAAAAAABxs/PHL7FUgyWH4/s72-c/DSC_1375.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-8958806042181415385</id><published>2010-07-25T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T08:43:00.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss blogging. But I have to stop.. for a while. Whatever it is, I just want to say that I love my girls so the very much. Iono what's wrong with me, but I haven't been spending my time with them (except for E.N.S of course)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497864460916677922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/TExWmSgu3SI/AAAAAAAABwk/FJtVfZDvU9Y/s320/DSC_0686.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497864448280996834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/TExWljcJq-I/AAAAAAAABwc/boxpUGU20VU/s320/pic+khaty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;And I'm so sorry for that my dearests ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyways, thought I'd share some pictures so that people know that I'm not dead.. yet. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497868501338902674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/TExaReQdUJI/AAAAAAAABw0/-DXHtOyU9PI/s320/DSC_0777.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497868512356236738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/TExaSHTMfcI/AAAAAAAABw8/qy27nmA8D0I/s320/DSC_1049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497868521095796322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/TExaSn23lmI/AAAAAAAABxE/axLK6SHUic0/s320/DSC_1090.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3 more months T__T. How time flies.&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/556542715809271291-8958806042181415385?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/8958806042181415385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=8958806042181415385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/8958806042181415385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/8958806042181415385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-miss-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/TExWmSgu3SI/AAAAAAAABwk/FJtVfZDvU9Y/s72-c/DSC_0686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-987929188377091639</id><published>2010-06-15T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T07:30:06.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/TBeND0BSj5I/AAAAAAAABwU/CRq28FqoXK4/s1600/DSC_0830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483006167990046610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/TBeND0BSj5I/AAAAAAAABwU/CRq28FqoXK4/s320/DSC_0830.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Every person has the power to make others happy. Some do it simply by entering a room --others by leaving the room."- William Arthur Ward&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/556542715809271291-987929188377091639?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/987929188377091639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=987929188377091639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/987929188377091639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/987929188377091639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2010/06/every-person-has-power-to-make-others.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/TBeND0BSj5I/AAAAAAAABwU/CRq28FqoXK4/s72-c/DSC_0830.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-8485297995350074886</id><published>2010-05-30T05:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T05:32:54.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/TAJZMLXKs8I/AAAAAAAABwM/RPUje1EAHtI/s1600/phat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477038162579207106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/TAJZMLXKs8I/AAAAAAAABwM/RPUje1EAHtI/s320/phat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/TAJZLqNvu7I/AAAAAAAABwE/MebAiv2vp20/s1600/sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477038153681320882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/TAJZLqNvu7I/AAAAAAAABwE/MebAiv2vp20/s320/sad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/TAJZLUMqSRI/AAAAAAAABv8/b3hOxO96NWY/s1600/nidia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477038147771189522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/TAJZLUMqSRI/AAAAAAAABv8/b3hOxO96NWY/s320/nidia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/TAJZLJJHiVI/AAAAAAAABv0/GerA5t1uHVc/s1600/DSC_0739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477038144803539282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/TAJZLJJHiVI/AAAAAAAABv0/GerA5t1uHVc/s320/DSC_0739.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Let's go flea market again, ok Niid? Loves! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, my life is totally damn screwed up, i mean partly. School's taking most of our holidays away, my f&amp;amp;n coursework is half done and my practical is on Tuesday. Ah, mati. Let's just hope I don't get the kitchen burnt down by fire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-8485297995350074886?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/8485297995350074886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=8485297995350074886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/8485297995350074886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/8485297995350074886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2010/05/lets-go-flea-market-again-ok-niid-loves.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/TAJZMLXKs8I/AAAAAAAABwM/RPUje1EAHtI/s72-c/phat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-166481871462596063</id><published>2010-05-12T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T20:33:05.086-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WHITE FLAG.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes, I wish things would go my way at times. I'm not saying I am always right, but I have your best interests at heart. And the fact that you knew about it yet not doing anything is making me pissed. It's funny that you see yourself being the victim but actually you brought it upon yourself. All I can say is I can always help you, but why should I if you don't want to help yourself? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Just stop living in denial and accept the fact that truth hurts no matter what. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-166481871462596063?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/166481871462596063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=166481871462596063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/166481871462596063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/166481871462596063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2010/05/sometimes-i-wish-things-would-go-my-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-7404997001036881963</id><published>2010-04-28T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T03:25:19.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/S9gMWakpnXI/AAAAAAAABvs/TWkzU3MAzM0/s1600/DSC_0338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465131727043796338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/S9gMWakpnXI/AAAAAAAABvs/TWkzU3MAzM0/s320/DSC_0338.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Salleh's engagement &amp;amp; wedding were awesome. Now who's next in our family to get married?&lt;strong&gt; I surrender white flag already&lt;/strong&gt;. Too tired. LOL. Anyway, I'll be back after my MYE. Damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-7404997001036881963?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/7404997001036881963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=7404997001036881963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/7404997001036881963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/7404997001036881963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2010/04/sallehs-engagement-wedding-were-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/S9gMWakpnXI/AAAAAAAABvs/TWkzU3MAzM0/s72-c/DSC_0338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-1519112612511433401</id><published>2010-04-18T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T07:46:20.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461484694334937106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/S8sXZLARGBI/AAAAAAAABvk/RwTHZrr8_HM/s320/DSC_0030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sara Lee Mini Strawberry Cheesecakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;They are madly nice. Imagine the cheese melting in your mouth slowly as you chew and you can taste a tinge of strawberry in it . How could you resist the temptation? And honestly, this photo doesn't do any justice at all. They just taste so damn good ah. Yumzx. And they are just a block away from my house.( You can find them in 7-eleven stores anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ahhh, it's just undescrible, in other words. It sounds abit exaggerating, but it's really nice. You should try it too.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-1519112612511433401?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/1519112612511433401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=1519112612511433401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/1519112612511433401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/1519112612511433401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2010/04/sara-lee-mini-strawberry-cheesecakes.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/S8sXZLARGBI/AAAAAAAABvk/RwTHZrr8_HM/s72-c/DSC_0030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-2583345725971152500</id><published>2010-04-14T05:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T05:36:35.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; My favourite pictures of the month (L)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459968712779974770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/S8W0nbn_SHI/AAAAAAAABvM/LwlYv-EU3Vc/s320/IMG_0438.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459968717246935154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/S8W0nsQ_sHI/AAAAAAAABvU/xBtf5nT2wvs/s320/IMG_0449.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;How glad I am to have these girls by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;That includes Naz, Sutri, Nisah, Issha &amp;amp; Anisah. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;It started to make me realise, it's pointless to have lots of friends but none of them is true to you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-2583345725971152500?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/2583345725971152500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=2583345725971152500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/2583345725971152500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/2583345725971152500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-favourite-pictures-of-month-l-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/S8W0nbn_SHI/AAAAAAAABvM/LwlYv-EU3Vc/s72-c/IMG_0438.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-2843684327953168145</id><published>2010-03-20T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T10:12:37.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Oh great or what, my holiday is coming to an end. My homeworks are halfway done and I didn't really study during this holiday. Well, abit.. I mean, there were Chem classes &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(oh thanks teachers for the pizza treat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and also F&amp;amp;N class, which actually didn't really benefit me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(I was fb-ing the whole time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I also had Flag Day which was quite alright to start with,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(cos I met this cute boyband from Indonesia.Hi Mas!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yet turned out to be a little shitty at the end of the day. I'd rather not talk about it actually. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450759370583027714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/S6T8xKe7sAI/AAAAAAAABus/UC-NpmgwGTQ/s320/100317_101217.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Standard, must take picture with this Miss Indian one.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;Anyway, i met my girls too &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Khaty &amp;amp; Eeqa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and it was super duper awesome. From Mcds to Supreme Court&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a photoshoot for Eeqa's artwork)&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; then to Orchard Ion and I couldn't remember where we went last. Great company and laughter, I wish it didnt end so soon actually. But still thanks for everything, girls.^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;And a day after that, I caught a cold and had a sore on my right eye. How great is that.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450760169487121666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/S6T9fqogvQI/AAAAAAAABu0/NEzFoS17e9A/s320/IMG-0303.jpg" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My favourite shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450760173475293650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/S6T9f5fXadI/AAAAAAAABu8/ImUW7ps-1GU/s320/IMG-0346.jpg" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My favourite shot too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450760182625720098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/S6T9gbk_1yI/AAAAAAAABvE/Dg9wuNcNP6Q/s320/IMG-0367.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;And I'm actually wondering where is the shot of the 3 of us? Hope you girls send me soon okay. Most probably, it'll be in FB, so yeah check it out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Phat.&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/556542715809271291-2843684327953168145?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/2843684327953168145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=2843684327953168145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/2843684327953168145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/2843684327953168145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-great-or-what-my-holiday-is-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/S6T8xKe7sAI/AAAAAAAABus/UC-NpmgwGTQ/s72-c/100317_101217.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-5359806803726182957</id><published>2010-03-13T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T08:30:38.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/S5u4iFusAQI/AAAAAAAABuk/PjyCsfavSnI/s1600-h/100313_223512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448151070027809026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/S5u4iFusAQI/AAAAAAAABuk/PjyCsfavSnI/s320/100313_223512.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Thank you bebo for making my Saturday a beautiful one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROCK YOU LIKE A HURRICANE. \m/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Sidetrack abit, my holiday isn't really a holiday, if you get what I mean.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Monday- Chem Class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tuesday- Practicing for my Practical Exam. ( fuck man, I have 5 dishes to cook. Watcha say bout that?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Wednesday- Flag Day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hopefully, I can squeeze some time for N &amp;amp; Z. It's been a long time since the three of us hang out. The last was on Chinese New Year's Eve. Not forgetting, KHATY. It's been ages since we last met. Perhaps, around december or so? Yes, that bad. And also, Faiz, Jiib and Yan. Amaciam gengz? Oh how time flies so easily. I hope I can spend some quality time with them. A little catch-up, gossip and heart-to-heart talk would do. Ahh whatever, I still have some things to do.&lt;/span&gt; ): &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Anyways, happy holidays&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-5359806803726182957?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/5359806803726182957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=5359806803726182957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/5359806803726182957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/5359806803726182957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2010/03/thank-you-bebo-for-making-my-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/S5u4iFusAQI/AAAAAAAABuk/PjyCsfavSnI/s72-c/100313_223512.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-7741959176663480216</id><published>2010-03-05T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T08:30:58.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I really can't wait for my hols. I swear upon my head, I really can't. Well, it's pointless anyway because I still have to come to school. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I just want to spend my time catching up with these people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445183033016558178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/S5EtHmPvomI/AAAAAAAABuU/Krs6mywg0Ik/s320/us.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445184013704085186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/S5EuArl3vsI/AAAAAAAABuc/nZeSrWV_u1w/s320/9624_162700526314_630821314_3197115_3874966_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Excluding Eeqa,Sutri &amp;amp; Zul. Hahaha, everyday see their faces already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;If you guys read this, lek ah. Joke.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Anyways, how have you guys been lately? I know I have no people reading my entries so yeah, it's quite pointless to ask actually. The previous week has been occupied with cramming up formulas and notes in my brain. This week is quite okay to start with except that Vectors is making me pissed. Fuck vectors,seriously. Who likes vectors, anyway? LOL. Anyway, I'm free this weekend. I thought of going with the bestfriend but I doubt she's going to be free. Sigh. We need a major catch-up/gossip session. Big time. LOL.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-7741959176663480216?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/7741959176663480216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=7741959176663480216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/7741959176663480216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/7741959176663480216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-really-cant-wait-for-my-hols.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/S5EtHmPvomI/AAAAAAAABuU/Krs6mywg0Ik/s72-c/us.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-5392874645741773908</id><published>2010-02-11T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T21:02:55.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm tired, exhausted and all drained out. But nevertheless, I'm still excited for JB this weekend to meet my cousins there. (!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Enjoy your holidays everyone. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-5392874645741773908?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/5392874645741773908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=5392874645741773908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/5392874645741773908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/5392874645741773908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-tired-exhausted-and-all-drained-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-1955749768985604427</id><published>2010-02-01T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T06:14:57.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/S2be3YuBidI/AAAAAAAABtU/ZMsq8iva0dk/s1600-h/sokkan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433275043578743250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/S2be3YuBidI/AAAAAAAABtU/ZMsq8iva0dk/s320/sokkan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Happy Bday to Ng Sokkan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;17 year old already! Can get married ald.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Although we may not be close like we used to, I've never regretted having you as a good friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You must do well for your O' levels. And please stop being so racist please,you chinese. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm sorry for not celebrating your bday with you today. I'll get your present soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I love you Sokkie. ^^&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/556542715809271291-1955749768985604427?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/1955749768985604427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=1955749768985604427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/1955749768985604427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/1955749768985604427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-bday-to-ng-sokkan-17-year-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/S2be3YuBidI/AAAAAAAABtU/ZMsq8iva0dk/s72-c/sokkan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-9180904341929060207</id><published>2010-01-14T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T04:07:19.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/S08I6pIGOBI/AAAAAAAABtM/4-6pmoY5vyY/s1600-h/090714_112851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426565879569987602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/S08I6pIGOBI/AAAAAAAABtM/4-6pmoY5vyY/s400/090714_112851.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;My blog is going to rust very soon. I should do something about it.. NOT. You think I have all the time in the world isit?! Basically, there's nothing happening lately except for last friday when Issha and Eeqa treated me to Breeks for my very belated birthday present. LOL. Love it and love you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;School is definitely okay(?) Only lifeless abit? But it's okay ah, atleast I have good company around me. And I just came back from Mustaffa Centre with Nazimah. We bought stuffs for our class decos. Ah cb, somebody just cut my legs pls. We were like walking around the whole area of 4th floor. Definitely tiresome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Everyone knows I have not had a good sleep lately, so obviously I have to take my afternoon nap. So while we were going back home around 6 plus, I actually fell asleep in the bus and slept on a stranger's shoulder. When I was hearing some giggles infront of me, only did I realise that I was actually lying down on her shoulder. Sorry ah Aunty, too tired ah me. She even asked me to sleep on her shoulder if I was too tired. This aunty damn nice prease. The next time I bump into you, I want to sleep on your shoulders again ah aunty! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;A stupid history test tomorrow. Ah cb.&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/556542715809271291-9180904341929060207?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/9180904341929060207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=9180904341929060207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/9180904341929060207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/9180904341929060207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-blog-is-going-to-rust-very-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/S08I6pIGOBI/AAAAAAAABtM/4-6pmoY5vyY/s72-c/090714_112851.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-2439761064533388630</id><published>2009-12-31T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T05:49:49.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;2009 was shit. I've seen people betraying their own friends, I've seen people changing for the better or worst, eitherway. I've seen many things unexpectedly. I've lost people whom I love, I've lost many friends. I've lost my own identity. But it was definitely an eye-opener to see how much people can change. My only resolution for 2010 is to do well for my O's. Yes, that is my only one resolution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyways, it's nearing to 10pm and I'm waiting for Nisah to finish her work. Then we'll celebrate our new year with Zahir outside. Can't wait for Countdown to 2010 with my very favourite people in my life. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-2439761064533388630?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/2439761064533388630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=2439761064533388630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/2439761064533388630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/2439761064533388630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009-was-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-1848079592592740872</id><published>2009-12-19T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T07:40:19.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I MADE IT. I FUCKING MADE IT. I REALLY MADE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I thought I couldn't. Seriously, I thought i was going to get 19 points. Omg. 11 points baby. Congrats to Tara,Herina,Shani,Ruzanna,Eiyja,Riduan and Jinxiang and whoever I missed out. Thanks for those who called me, texted me early in the morning while I was sleeping &lt;em&gt;(yes Jib&amp;amp;Nisah, i'm talking about both of you)&lt;/em&gt; and yeah, everyone who wished me luck. Love you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416969979983549762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Syzxfxff1UI/AAAAAAAABs8/gkg6P5vQEQU/s400/2009+Sept+24+Graduation+Day+Class+of+2009+wk+(326).jpg" /&gt;                                                          &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E.N.S made it too! Weees!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416969991071333842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SyzxgazB_dI/AAAAAAAABtE/P_vo5HNzr6Q/s400/2009+Sept+24+Careers+Fair+(39).jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;And to these guys, I'll see you guys in school (or sooner I hope). Thanks for the wishes. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;And great, I am having a flu just when I was about to celebrate. Me can't wait for Monday. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-1848079592592740872?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/1848079592592740872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=1848079592592740872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/1848079592592740872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/1848079592592740872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-made-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Syzxfxff1UI/AAAAAAAABs8/gkg6P5vQEQU/s72-c/2009+Sept+24+Graduation+Day+Class+of+2009+wk+(326).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-4793162482835774304</id><published>2009-12-11T10:32:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T10:44:04.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SyKSwBzR9TI/AAAAAAAABs0/U0nEbhnKRfg/s1600-h/i%27ll+be+back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414051055867655474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SyKSwBzR9TI/AAAAAAAABs0/U0nEbhnKRfg/s400/i%27ll+be+back.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SyKSmgkNwWI/AAAAAAAABss/rcg_7oFsBJ0/s1600-h/i%27ll+be+back.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been missing for quite a long time, I guess. I'm so so sorrrry. It's either I'm busy youtube-ing or babysitting my niece. That's my job currently. Hehe. But I'm not dead yet, so don't panic people. It's quite a no life to do that actually, but I'm liking it although having to entertain my niece is not an easy task. Seriously. But it's okay. So once again people, don't panic. LOLZ. I'm not really active in MSN or FB anymore, so if there's anything you want to talk about, I am just a call away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loves, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-4793162482835774304?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/4793162482835774304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=4793162482835774304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/4793162482835774304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/4793162482835774304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-have-been-missing-for-quite-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SyKSwBzR9TI/AAAAAAAABs0/U0nEbhnKRfg/s72-c/i%27ll+be+back.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-6215573311755774354</id><published>2009-10-30T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T03:28:16.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;My blog is so deadxzs. I'm so sorry alright. I'm too busy with nothing, and therefore there's nothing to post. I need a job badly actually. I just sent 2 resumes to some places. I hope there'll be good news. Anyway,sidetrack abit, I just met my P.E.N.S yesterday. Actually, one of us just had a heartbreak so I decided to be a sweetheart by suprising her with&amp;nbsp;Fruit&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; Cheese tartlets&amp;nbsp;at the door with the other 2 girls. So taaa-daa. Sweet tak kita? Sounds so wtf. So we ended up taking videos under the block, disturbing foreign workers and kids. I'm not gonna post the videos here, obviously. So we left almost close to 7 because I had a movie to catch with Mira at 7.30pm. So can you all imagine me rushing to the interchange with my body all sweaty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Anyway, My Sister's Keeper was good. Worth your money and tears! You all should watch it ok! So I'll let the pictures flow alright. I'm meeting my cousin for dinner after this. Me can't waitah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Suq7gutB3UI/AAAAAAAABsU/6OUsbwlrtOw/s1600-h/091029_174538.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Suq7gutB3UI/AAAAAAAABsU/6OUsbwlrtOw/s320/091029_174538.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Suq7jc0NYBI/AAAAAAAABsc/YJiqto-GlX4/s1600-h/091029_174545.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Suq7jc0NYBI/AAAAAAAABsc/YJiqto-GlX4/s320/091029_174545.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Suq7d7N5gRI/AAAAAAAABsM/2yqGmb-vEG4/s1600-h/091029_170602.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Suq7d7N5gRI/AAAAAAAABsM/2yqGmb-vEG4/s320/091029_170602.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Suq7Yl3U7TI/AAAAAAAABsE/fVTYGqQZDw0/s1600-h/091029_170543.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Suq7Yl3U7TI/AAAAAAAABsE/fVTYGqQZDw0/s320/091029_170543.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Suq7mZQX6DI/AAAAAAAABsk/-hbaA9kVi88/s1600-h/091029_174554.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Suq7mZQX6DI/AAAAAAAABsk/-hbaA9kVi88/s320/091029_174554.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/556542715809271291-6215573311755774354?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/6215573311755774354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=6215573311755774354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/6215573311755774354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/6215573311755774354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-blog-is-so-deadxzs.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Suq7gutB3UI/AAAAAAAABsU/6OUsbwlrtOw/s72-c/091029_174538.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-6006308506076079201</id><published>2009-10-15T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T02:52:58.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;ME &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; 4B CHALET VERY MUCH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;There are alot of stories to share, but my blogger is acting up again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;There are alot of things to do this weekend and me is so excited. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;There are alot of people whom I want to meet, so please &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;P.E.N.I.S,Nueeshaphatkhatlicious, Mira (you again!), Ateek, Su, come up with some ideas for our gathering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, you can check out my chalet pictures in my fb in these few days. I'm too lazy to post it in Blogger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I am the most happiest kid alive. No, I am the most happiest 16 year old teen alive. :D&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/556542715809271291-6006308506076079201?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/6006308506076079201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=6006308506076079201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/6006308506076079201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/6006308506076079201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/10/me-love-4b-chalet-very-much-there-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-1892219891390398905</id><published>2009-09-30T08:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T08:17:38.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can someone please drill my head. My N papers are coming in less than a week and I'm still here,slacking, like nobody's business. C'mon phat, you better buck up i tell you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-1892219891390398905?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/1892219891390398905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=1892219891390398905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/1892219891390398905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/1892219891390398905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/09/can-someone-please-drill-my-head.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-3351296425523468546</id><published>2009-09-24T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T10:24:00.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Enjoy the videos made by P.E.N after Graduation&amp;nbsp;and check out the pictures in my FB peeeepoooll! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ylJHU_KTqWM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ylJHU_KTqWM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lfbAQPJSZKs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lfbAQPJSZKs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-3351296425523468546?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/3351296425523468546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=3351296425523468546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/3351296425523468546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/3351296425523468546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/09/enjoy-videos-made-by-p.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-8993890354915410817</id><published>2009-09-19T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T08:28:53.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy Hari Raya to all of you out there. I'm damn busy, I'm always busy anyway. I&amp;nbsp;can predict that Raya this year won't be as fun and energetic as last year. Whatever it is, forgive me for all my wrongdoings and enjoy your raya! Must collect alot this year ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Enjoy a video we (P.E.N.S) made a week ago in preparation for our Hari Raya. I don't know why lah, I find it abit so-so compared to last year's. But still, just enjoy the video ok! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8m5wLrlh3mY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8m5wLrlh3mY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-8993890354915410817?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/8993890354915410817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=8993890354915410817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/8993890354915410817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/8993890354915410817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-hari-raya-to-all-of-you-out-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-6878948663593516740</id><published>2009-09-14T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T05:42:36.570-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Sq43a6DfdJI/AAAAAAAABp8/Ztg61JA7zRQ/s1600-h/friendship+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Sq43a6DfdJI/AAAAAAAABp8/Ztg61JA7zRQ/s320/friendship+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been wanting to ask you this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you think our friendship is still there?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because all this while, all I could notice&amp;nbsp;is we're drifting apart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the more we try to put things together back, the further we get. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-6878948663593516740?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/6878948663593516740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=6878948663593516740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/6878948663593516740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/6878948663593516740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-been-wanting-to-ask-you-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Sq43a6DfdJI/AAAAAAAABp8/Ztg61JA7zRQ/s72-c/friendship+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-9153305010953807278</id><published>2009-09-08T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T05:25:14.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;I'll just reply my tags here. So sorry, people. I've been busy with N's lately. And please please please, don't ask me about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;I'd rather not talk about it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Phat-Jeanette : WHAT NOOB? CHIO BU IS NICER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Phat-Mira : Me miss you toooo babe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Phat-Khaty: Lol, hopefully i can celebrate tchrs' day next year ah. Thanks babe! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Phat-Niid: Wokaays!&amp;nbsp;Will do soon&amp;nbsp;(=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Phat-Welly: Thank you my dear! HAHA, did i call you dear? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Phat-Hazimah: Okays! Will do soon (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Any to the ways, it's Nazimah Shaik's bday tomorrrow. 09.09.09. I know her birthdate is cool. Can use for 4d, right? Ok,that's so out of point. So yes, to my dearest Naz, thank you for being there for me no matter what. Thank you for&amp;nbsp;putting a smile on my face everyday. Thank you for coming up with your lame jokes just to make me laugh everyday. Thank you for everything. We've been through alot this year and I hope in many years to come, we'll still&amp;nbsp;be sisters ketat ( ketat dok) ok. I know things have been hard on you lately,babygirl but I know you are a strong person. That's why I love you. You are a&amp;nbsp;V.I.P ok! Victory Indian Power! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SqZKfgIMPRI/AAAAAAAABpc/h1W8829CLvo/s1600-h/090709_132635.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SqZKfgIMPRI/AAAAAAAABpc/h1W8829CLvo/s320/090709_132635.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Nerd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SqZKskd1cdI/AAAAAAAABpk/QjSs6YGNMwI/s1600-h/090709_132649.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SqZKskd1cdI/AAAAAAAABpk/QjSs6YGNMwI/s320/090709_132649.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;HANYUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;P.s;&amp;nbsp;No more taking pictures during Chem class hor! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-9153305010953807278?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/9153305010953807278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=9153305010953807278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/9153305010953807278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/9153305010953807278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/09/ill-just-reply-my-tags-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SqZKfgIMPRI/AAAAAAAABpc/h1W8829CLvo/s72-c/090709_132635.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-6200381219494006405</id><published>2009-08-17T09:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T09:24:04.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry that I gotta go.. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-6200381219494006405?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/6200381219494006405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=6200381219494006405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/6200381219494006405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/6200381219494006405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/08/sorry-that-i-gotta-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-4306618600416804395</id><published>2009-08-15T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T12:11:40.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sj="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SocHAMyWB9I/AAAAAAAABpU/EHc5oUCz6mg/s320/Phatttttttt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I couldn't stop laughing up till now. I was studying at the void deck, and Farhan ,who happened to be Nisah's cousin, joined me. We talked about stuffs till midnight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And few minutes ago, I was surfing the net. My bro and Kavin just came back from somewhere. The moment my bro stepped in the room, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Bro: WHAT WERE YOU DOING WITH YOUR GUY FRIEND UNDER YOUR BLOCK AND WHO IS HE?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Me: With Farhan, Nisah's cousin? Do what? Just talk ah. How you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Bro pointed to Kavin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Bro: Kavin told me. He saw you with that guy, so he told me to check you out. (Nb Vin, damn batu api)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Kavin: No ah sia. I just told him you were with your guy friend.. And your bro was like "WHAT. WHICH GUY, AKU NK TENGOK DIA AH SIA."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Bro: Hahaha, this Kavin cocok ah. "Eh she with a guy ah sia!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Me: Wahliao, you all so&amp;nbsp;stalker-ish. Stalk me. Lagi lagi you Kavin, damn kepo ah you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And so, throughout my conversation with Farhan, apparently my bro stood there with his friends&amp;nbsp;monitoring(!) me from far, which is actually a block away lah. Wahliao. But I kinda feel touched that he actually bothered to do that. Only that sometimes he needs to loosen up abit and accept the fact that his baby sister is turning 16 this year, not a 6 year old kid.&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/556542715809271291-4306618600416804395?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/4306618600416804395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=4306618600416804395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/4306618600416804395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/4306618600416804395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-couldnt-stop-laughing-up-till-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SocHAMyWB9I/AAAAAAAABpU/EHc5oUCz6mg/s72-c/Phatttttttt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-5358782364365801419</id><published>2009-08-05T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T04:15:50.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jangan merepek ah blogger! I've already used Mozilla Firefox and also edit the Compose Mode, still no post-formatting buttons pun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any to the way, I'm beeeezy. And I gtg!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-5358782364365801419?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/5358782364365801419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=5358782364365801419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/5358782364365801419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/5358782364365801419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/08/jangan-merepek-ah-blogger-ive-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-7081164901427620536</id><published>2009-07-27T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T05:05:04.735-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Blues'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up around 6 plus in the morning and realised the time was almost close to 7. I thought of skipping school because I knew I was going to be late no matter what. But my mother had to actually spoil my morning, by forcing me to go to school, which I threw another bitchfit at her. I was totally rushing for time like hell. And so, by the time I reached school, it was already 7.45 am. Siggghhhhh. Mr Wallace was supposed to call my mom, but I actually gave him the wrong number ah, because I already argued with my mom early in the morning and I didn't wish to talk to her. Mengirap sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaaaysss, I really had enough of Blogger loh. Wtf, I can't even upload pichas. I just wanted to post about my working weekends. Argh,damn ah! I don't like Mondays, I've never liked Mondays and I will never like Mondays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-7081164901427620536?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/7081164901427620536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=7081164901427620536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/7081164901427620536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/7081164901427620536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-woke-up-around-6-plus-in-morning-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-2907547231788475691</id><published>2009-07-25T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T08:23:18.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My bro used to remind me that this would happen to me one day, and he's right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may pretend that I don't know a single shit but I know what has been going on lately. I also know, at one point of time, when my tolerance level is totally low, I may actually blow up infront of your faces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You people don't understand the word 'friend', so I suggest all of you to actually look for that meaning in the dictionary, or if you still don't get, might as well you shove it up your ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-2907547231788475691?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/2907547231788475691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=2907547231788475691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/2907547231788475691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/2907547231788475691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-bro-used-to-remind-me-that-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-6352567330704429539</id><published>2009-07-19T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T09:07:11.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;When we were 13 and just stepped into Springfield, we couldn't stand the sight of each other but we got along eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;When we were 14, we were there for each other no matter rain or shine, and we were like twin sisters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;When we were 15, we listened to each other's problems, we went out for photography outings and we had fun together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And now that you're turning 16, what do you think I can put here? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;No matter what, be it rain or shine, flood or drought [mesti dramatic sikit], I'm here for you, and you know I'm just a call away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Eeqa. You know how much I love you and yes everyone does. I always hope you can find someone who loves you more than you love him, and also you can go into your dream school and get your dream job. XOXO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SmND3NnBCiI/AAAAAAAABo8/4LlZ88dbF5Q/s1600-h/IMG-6231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360202597326195234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SmND3NnBCiI/AAAAAAAABo8/4LlZ88dbF5Q/s400/IMG-6231.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know it's 12.10 am now and I also know by this time, people would be flooding you with text messages. But it's too bad, I actually wrote this a month ago. Hahaha, ok I am mean. Lol.&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/556542715809271291-6352567330704429539?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/6352567330704429539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=6352567330704429539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/6352567330704429539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/6352567330704429539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-we-were-13-and-just-stepped-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SmND3NnBCiI/AAAAAAAABo8/4LlZ88dbF5Q/s72-c/IMG-6231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-3692518139921689133</id><published>2009-07-10T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T05:16:13.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm back. I missed out many things actually, partly because I've been busy like a bumble bee lately. Any to the ways, I went to Nazimah's brother's wedding. And it was fun that we actually stayed there till night. And my bestfriend Naz, was totally havoc, you know. Lol. Dance like there's no tomorrow. Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Slcv100yKHI/AAAAAAAABok/54nDiC64iyE/s1600-h/IMG-6285.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SlcveelSttI/AAAAAAAABoU/jI0r6HhqTqs/s1600-h/IMG-6231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356802482432554706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SlcveelSttI/AAAAAAAABoU/jI0r6HhqTqs/s320/IMG-6231.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SlcveKwG4MI/AAAAAAAABoM/DF_H6uwoTDA/s1600-h/IMG-6208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356802477109207234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SlcveKwG4MI/AAAAAAAABoM/DF_H6uwoTDA/s320/IMG-6208.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Slcv2PIgqhI/AAAAAAAABos/hmfqsQPJqco/s1600-h/IMG-6307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356802890602162706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Slcv2PIgqhI/AAAAAAAABos/hmfqsQPJqco/s320/IMG-6307.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SlcveQtfAJI/AAAAAAAABoc/yBL3vCimT8Q/s1600-h/IMG-6241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356802478708818066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SlcveQtfAJI/AAAAAAAABoc/yBL3vCimT8Q/s320/IMG-6241.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Slcv100yKHI/AAAAAAAABok/54nDiC64iyE/s1600-h/IMG-6285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356802883540101234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Slcv100yKHI/AAAAAAAABok/54nDiC64iyE/s320/IMG-6285.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-3692518139921689133?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/3692518139921689133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=3692518139921689133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/3692518139921689133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/3692518139921689133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SlcveelSttI/AAAAAAAABoU/jI0r6HhqTqs/s72-c/IMG-6231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-523350592319080075</id><published>2009-07-08T00:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T01:04:48.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I broke down for quite a time watching MJ's memorial. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 241px; HEIGHT: 194px" width="241" height="194"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7jknW95ii5c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7jknW95ii5c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 238px; HEIGHT: 194px" width="238" height="194"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vXRIpUnH0d8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vXRIpUnH0d8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-523350592319080075?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/523350592319080075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=523350592319080075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/523350592319080075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/523350592319080075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-broke-down-for-quite-time-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-2393778005096116651</id><published>2009-06-29T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T06:33:47.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;School has been good, afterall. I was looking forward for a bad day earlier in the morning because I haven't even finished my homeworks excluding English, so it might be possible for the teachers to get angry. But they didn't. Our school is so busy with H1N1 procedure like taking temperatures and signing forms. And someone please tell me to lose weight, I actually gained 5 kg(!) I was like what. I need to cut down on Mcdelivery please. But it's alright, I don't think I am obsessed with my weight anymore just like I did few years back. Finally, I am so glad that I had a heart-to-heart talk with Nazimah! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okaaaays, toodles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-2393778005096116651?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/2393778005096116651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=2393778005096116651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/2393778005096116651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/2393778005096116651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/06/school-has-been-good-afterall.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-1970903648250886630</id><published>2009-06-24T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T10:08:39.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Karaoke with the Girls! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;It was supposed to be P.E.N.S outing but N couldn't make it. So we had to go without her. ): I really miss N because I haven't met her for about a month or so. (?) Okay sidetracking. We went karaoke at Kampung Chai Chee and sang our hearts out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SkJaLDMzQ0I/AAAAAAAABm8/IdVP3-ckoyo/s1600-h/IMG-5740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350938453153628994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SkJaLDMzQ0I/AAAAAAAABm8/IdVP3-ckoyo/s320/IMG-5740.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SkJalGWv0aI/AAAAAAAABnE/oFx-wK8INcw/s1600-h/IMG-5742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350938900677251490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SkJalGWv0aI/AAAAAAAABnE/oFx-wK8INcw/s320/IMG-5742.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SkJa0sF-jRI/AAAAAAAABnM/O6Nh1n1SYSs/s1600-h/IMG-5751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350939168505498898" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SkJa0sF-jRI/AAAAAAAABnM/O6Nh1n1SYSs/s320/IMG-5751.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SkJbCvagVVI/AAAAAAAABnU/fDlr5HxzKEE/s1600-h/IMG-5754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350939409915073874" style="WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SkJbCvagVVI/AAAAAAAABnU/fDlr5HxzKEE/s320/IMG-5754.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SkJblepLaxI/AAAAAAAABns/QcyiwTdgwRY/s1600-h/IMG-5760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350940006708636434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SkJblepLaxI/AAAAAAAABns/QcyiwTdgwRY/s320/IMG-5760.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SkJblt1vqDI/AAAAAAAABn0/R6DuXXlSnIo/s1600-h/IMG-5766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350940010787874866" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SkJblt1vqDI/AAAAAAAABn0/R6DuXXlSnIo/s320/IMG-5766.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SkJbl6j0mrI/AAAAAAAABn8/1cArcbiuGMA/s1600-h/IMG-5767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350940014202362546" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SkJbl6j0mrI/AAAAAAAABn8/1cArcbiuGMA/s320/IMG-5767.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SkJbl8YjW5I/AAAAAAAABoE/k2YX4zn81nU/s1600-h/IMG-5785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350940014691965842" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SkJbl8YjW5I/AAAAAAAABoE/k2YX4zn81nU/s320/IMG-5785.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SkJbS0tdZ-I/AAAAAAAABnk/qdfOOeU-76I/s1600-h/IMG-5758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350939686214658018" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SkJbS0tdZ-I/AAAAAAAABnk/qdfOOeU-76I/s320/IMG-5758.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I surrendered white flag on the last few songs. I was too tired to sing lah, of course. Hehehe! Love you girlsssss! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SkJaLDMzQ0I/AAAAAAAABm8/IdVP3-ckoyo/s1600-h/IMG-5740.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-1970903648250886630?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/1970903648250886630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=1970903648250886630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/1970903648250886630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/1970903648250886630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/06/karaoke-with-girls-d-it-was-supposed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SkJaLDMzQ0I/AAAAAAAABm8/IdVP3-ckoyo/s72-c/IMG-5740.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-6582103040465271073</id><published>2009-06-19T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T09:48:19.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Sjt_JLT8sMI/AAAAAAAABm0/Or-ndAHchJk/s1600-h/IMG-4747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349008778064605378" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Sjt_JLT8sMI/AAAAAAAABm0/Or-ndAHchJk/s320/IMG-4747.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;First and foremost, let me make this clear to you that this post has nothing got to do with my friends. And secondly, I am not a lesbian or whatsoever. This is just based on what I think of my own gender and my observation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Things I don't like about my own gender:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;-Girls who brag about their relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well at times, girls like to show off, sometimes I also like to show off, but please limit it. I don't like it when they write &lt;em&gt;"omg, my baby is so suwiit i know.."&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;"sweeeet kan kita? dont be jealous haters"&lt;/em&gt; and yadayadayada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I know you wanna brag about how purrrfect your relationship is,but like I said, just now, know your limits. People read also, people &lt;em&gt;meluat&lt;/em&gt;, you know. &lt;em&gt;Meluat&lt;/em&gt; means errr, disgusted and sick of hearing it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;-Passerby(s)/Bloghopper/Hey/.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hahaha, this is going to be what the heck, since I recently got one who commented on my friend's clothing. I understand abit cos I used to be a passerby too. And at times, when we come across &lt;strong&gt;wtf&lt;/strong&gt; blogs, we just have this urge of giving them a tag, hiding our identity.Like as if, our fingers are itching to type it out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;But seriously woman, if there's nothing good about your comment, just don't bother typing it out. Why do you care about people's clothing,behaviour, attitude? Obviously, different people grow up in different background, so you can't expect them to live up to your expectations. And it's not the first time you see people wear something like that right, so why bother? You the mother isit?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;-Girls who pretend that their English &lt;em&gt;power gedabak&lt;/em&gt;/ who thinks that they are good in English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;First, I am not good in English and I sometimes write bahasa pasar in my blog like (lor,lah, cb) I remember going to this particular blog, and her English was like hmmm. She used bombastic words, and I was like hmmmm. Again (!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;No use using bombastic words when actually your grammar is totally wrong and the sentence structure is totally like crap. I know these girls actually pick the words from Thesaurus.com ah. (I know that trick girls) So, being weak at english, I checked out the words at dictionary.com. And I was like whaattt, these words dont match the sentence sia. And at times, if I really don't know, I'd ask my cousin who is apparently a teacher to explain it to me. Hahaha, I'm not bragging hor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;It's nothing wrong improving your vocabulary usage, but when you use it at the wrong time, or, on the wrong sentence, it sounds crazy, trust me. If you want to impress people just by using these words, no use also. Might as well, you use that during composition and impress the marker right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm so happy that I actually let it out. I'm so bored and yes, I'm going to shower and off to my aunt's houseeee! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-6582103040465271073?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/6582103040465271073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=6582103040465271073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/6582103040465271073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/6582103040465271073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-and-foremost-let-me-make-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Sjt_JLT8sMI/AAAAAAAABm0/Or-ndAHchJk/s72-c/IMG-4747.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-5756116513422276343</id><published>2009-06-15T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T10:21:50.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm actually waiting for my darling Eeqa to give me the pictures on Sat, but I hardly see her online. It's alright then. Eeqa, send me the pics before you go for your hols bebo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;First,on Friday, it was with Khaty and the rest[ I damn lazy to type, hehe] to town, second,on Saturday, was with Eeqa and Pahan to town again. And the day,on Thursday, before I went out with Khaty &amp;amp; the rest, I went to town(!) to give my book to my cousin. So iyessss, I went to town for three consecutive days last week. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nasib baik aku tak dapat face MRT Driver, kalau hari hari dia tengok muka aku, confirm jelak.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;And so, on Friday, we went for bowling at Marina Square. Ofcourse, I am not that pro in bowling so I scored the lowest, obviously. But it was fun still, because I enjoyed laughing at people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SjaVZVfOwuI/AAAAAAAABl0/rEjksnscaJE/s1600-h/pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347625870046446306" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SjaVZVfOwuI/AAAAAAAABl0/rEjksnscaJE/s320/pic1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SjaVZa6WGdI/AAAAAAAABls/GvSM9YRH90g/s1600-h/pic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347625871502350802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SjaVZa6WGdI/AAAAAAAABls/GvSM9YRH90g/s320/pic2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SjaVLE1N-6I/AAAAAAAABlk/bchDTA_JE1A/s1600-h/pic3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347625625057098658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SjaVLE1N-6I/AAAAAAAABlk/bchDTA_JE1A/s320/pic3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SjaVLBw9pRI/AAAAAAAABlc/BTniIy2jG_Y/s1600-h/pic4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347625624233944338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SjaVLBw9pRI/AAAAAAAABlc/BTniIy2jG_Y/s320/pic4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;If you can see, Khaty's hand was on my head. I don't know why, but I like it when people put their hands or pat gently on my head. Like my bro and his goodfriend, Fazly, whom I am close with, whenever they leave the house, they'd always lightly stroke my head and tell me to take care and study hard. It gives me the sense of comfort and I can feel their concern for me. &lt;em&gt;Hahaha&lt;/em&gt;, I am very weird indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SjaVKwd6mPI/AAAAAAAABlU/jJD0bf46yx0/s1600-h/pic5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347625619590650098" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SjaVKwd6mPI/AAAAAAAABlU/jJD0bf46yx0/s320/pic5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SjaVKqTpz0I/AAAAAAAABlM/CrQ7RIIidiw/s1600-h/pic6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347625617936994114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SjaVKqTpz0I/AAAAAAAABlM/CrQ7RIIidiw/s320/pic6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SjaU2epoO1I/AAAAAAAABlE/xWZLWHI4AYw/s1600-h/pic7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347625271210556242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SjaU2epoO1I/AAAAAAAABlE/xWZLWHI4AYw/s320/pic7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SjaU2GKwj3I/AAAAAAAABk8/sDZYLJpwZCQ/s1600-h/pic8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347625264638627698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SjaU2GKwj3I/AAAAAAAABk8/sDZYLJpwZCQ/s320/pic8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SjaU14H5XAI/AAAAAAAABk0/9h-wc7muxAo/s1600-h/pic9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347625260868525058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SjaU14H5XAI/AAAAAAAABk0/9h-wc7muxAo/s320/pic9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;We went to Esplanade after bowling to take pictures, just like we did, 2 years back. Sigh, good ol' times. I was skinny like fuck that time and now I'm like 10 kg heavier (?). It's alright still, I don't care about my weight anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SjkioIRiSkI/AAAAAAAABl8/11lSZy1-5f4/s1600-h/IMG_4663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348344105290320450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SjkioIRiSkI/AAAAAAAABl8/11lSZy1-5f4/s320/IMG_4663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Sjkiof6bAnI/AAAAAAAABmE/4YVHL_WR_QU/s1600-h/IMG_4674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348344111635825266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Sjkiof6bAnI/AAAAAAAABmE/4YVHL_WR_QU/s320/IMG_4674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SjkiooGeF6I/AAAAAAAABmM/sHar6rbN1mY/s1600-h/IMG_4683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348344113833842594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SjkiooGeF6I/AAAAAAAABmM/sHar6rbN1mY/s320/IMG_4683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SjkiowNWNsI/AAAAAAAABmU/1qwrruVTG-Q/s1600-h/IMG_4693.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Sjkk8EZC5lI/AAAAAAAABms/oEZRQlDCeU4/s1600-h/IMG_4693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348346646868715090" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Sjkk8EZC5lI/AAAAAAAABms/oEZRQlDCeU4/s320/IMG_4693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SjkipMAbYxI/AAAAAAAABmc/PamDT6SlKC4/s1600-h/IMG_4698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348344123472175890" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SjkipMAbYxI/AAAAAAAABmc/PamDT6SlKC4/s320/IMG_4698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SjkjEmm5JGI/AAAAAAAABmk/Cir3eSWqQdc/s1600-h/IMG_4780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348344594469299298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SjkjEmm5JGI/AAAAAAAABmk/Cir3eSWqQdc/s320/IMG_4780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm really glad that I finally enjoyed with my friends after my depressing mid-year exams. It has been quite a time since I last enjoyed. I still wanna go for a picnic with PENS, soooon! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-5756116513422276343?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/5756116513422276343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=5756116513422276343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/5756116513422276343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/5756116513422276343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-actually-waiting-for-my-darling-eeqa.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SjaVZVfOwuI/AAAAAAAABl0/rEjksnscaJE/s72-c/pic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-7011653562693893436</id><published>2009-06-15T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T11:10:53.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;My dad's bestfriend checked my facebook, my mom's bestfriend's daughter checked my facebook, my dad checked my facebook. My social life is like ruined, k not totally. There's nothing to be afraid of, actually, because I don't have a boyfriend of ourse and I don't take sexy horny pictures right. It's just that I don't feel good when i have older people checking on my social life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;My dad's bestfriend told me when he bumped into me "Waahhh, gambar kau bukan main lagi dalam facebook"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;WTF WTF WTF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-7011653562693893436?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/7011653562693893436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=7011653562693893436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/7011653562693893436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/7011653562693893436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-dads-bestfriend-checked-my-facebook.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-3841011279032268950</id><published>2009-06-12T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T08:56:34.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I was bloghopping my old friends' blogs and I cried a little. I totally miss Mira,Raf,Suhana,Atiq and not forgetting ,the most, Fifi (aka Shaz, hahaha tukar nama).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hm, so I hope for Fifi's return this december and I'm planning something for us girls, that includes you Sut. Perhaps a bbq pit or a chalet. Only now, I need their msn(s) to tell them and plan together. So if any of you girls read my blog or post, please please please tag me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-3841011279032268950?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/3841011279032268950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=3841011279032268950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/3841011279032268950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/3841011279032268950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-was-bloghopping-my-old-friends-blogs.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-2673354534051538548</id><published>2009-06-10T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T06:52:52.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Si-6GbIVcOI/AAAAAAAABks/Tz-afEnZKG0/s1600-h/IMG_0739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345695902236766434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Si-6GbIVcOI/AAAAAAAABks/Tz-afEnZKG0/s320/IMG_0739.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;( I REALISED I HAVE DARK BROWN EYES. HEHE! CLICK ON THE PICTURE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;A day ago,I checked my money in my wallet and it was left with $1.90. I then started to whine and whine and whine like a bitch because I had no money left to go out. I think my mom heard me talking to myself in the hall while checking my wallet. After whining and feeling all so moody, I put myself to sleep. When I woke up from my sleep, I thought of putting some coins I took from my piggy bank, but i was rather overwhelmed. I saw 5 $ 1o notes ($50) in my wallet(!!). I knew it was my mom's doing because my dad is rather stingy this month. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I wanted to cry, but I held my tears back because I was moved by the fact that my mom actually voluntarily gave me $50. I'm so touched till now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I know it's abit potong steam because Father's day is coming and then suddenly I talked about my mother. But I love my dad and my mom equally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;So yes, me very happy because got money now! Hahaha, can go out! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-2673354534051538548?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/2673354534051538548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=2673354534051538548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/2673354534051538548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/2673354534051538548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-agoi-checked-my-money-in-my-wallet.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Si-6GbIVcOI/AAAAAAAABks/Tz-afEnZKG0/s72-c/IMG_0739.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-4395798369007327045</id><published>2009-06-08T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T09:29:03.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Si0tSSXJfxI/AAAAAAAABkU/Tplxr2TN0YI/s1600-h/27+Aug+08+(Botanical+Garden)+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344978124948471570" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Si0tSSXJfxI/AAAAAAAABkU/Tplxr2TN0YI/s320/27+Aug+08+(Botanical+Garden)+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Si08MPGtkjI/AAAAAAAABkk/gH2Xl6DionM/s1600-h/DSC01279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344994513669427762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Si08MPGtkjI/AAAAAAAABkk/gH2Xl6DionM/s320/DSC01279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Bday Isssssha! You know I love you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;Not forgetting, Mira! Happy 16th. Miss you alot nyonya sayur. Bila nak video lagi? (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Reminder: F&amp;amp;N CLASSES ON THURS AND FRI! :D&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/556542715809271291-4395798369007327045?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/4395798369007327045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=4395798369007327045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/4395798369007327045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/4395798369007327045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-bday-isssssha-you-know-i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Si0tSSXJfxI/AAAAAAAABkU/Tplxr2TN0YI/s72-c/27+Aug+08+(Botanical+Garden)+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-70758802590533150</id><published>2009-06-05T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T08:32:24.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Sik6Q9N-eAI/AAAAAAAABkM/UFxm52PQnkE/s1600-h/S6300650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343866495837304834" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Sik6Q9N-eAI/AAAAAAAABkM/UFxm52PQnkE/s320/S6300650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Happy Bday, Bro! Love you lotsa no matter how irritating,selfish and overprotective brother you can be! &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/556542715809271291-70758802590533150?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/70758802590533150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=70758802590533150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/70758802590533150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/70758802590533150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-bday-bro-love-you-lotsa-no-matter.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Sik6Q9N-eAI/AAAAAAAABkM/UFxm52PQnkE/s72-c/S6300650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-9085151959399314391</id><published>2009-06-04T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T09:21:53.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;(1) besides lips, where is your favourite spot to get kiss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Forehead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;(2) how do you feel when you woke up this morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Damn tired lor! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;(3) who was the last person you took photo with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;With Nisahhh in Gelare! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;(4) would you consider yourself to be spoiled?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Not at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;(5) would you ever donate blood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hahaha, I'll think about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;(6) have you ever had a bestfriend who was the opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Of course! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;(7) do you want someone dead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;No, not at all! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;(8) what does the last message says?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;(9) what are you thinking right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;My brother's bday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;(10) do you wish someone with you right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Errr, nope?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;(11) what time you went to bed last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;4 am! I know so freaking late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;(12) where did you buy the t-shirt that you're wearing right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;From Schooool! Sarawak Shirt. Misss Sarawak mannn. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;(13) is someone in your mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Err, I'm currently so blank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;(14) who was the last person who text you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sutri the susu! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;(15)10 people tagged to do this quizI will type down people who ask me to do or done already :D&amp;amp; Some who has not done yet.&lt;br /&gt;Eeqa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sutri&lt;br /&gt;Nisah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Issha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Jeanette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Khaty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Faiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Pahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Clara&lt;br /&gt;Shaz&lt;br /&gt;(16) who is 2 having relationship with? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;(Sutri)An! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;(17) is 3 male or female?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt; (Nisah) A shemale! Hahaah, a female lah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;(18) if 7 &amp;amp; 6 get together, would it be a good thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt; (Faiz &amp;amp; Khaty)They are cousins sia! HAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;(19) what is 1 studying about? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;(Eeqa)English, Maths, Chem &amp;amp; Phy, Hist &amp;amp; SS,Art, O Malay :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;(20) when was the last time you had chat with 5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt; (Jeanette) HAHAHA! in facebook weeks ago!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;(21) is 4 single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;( Issha)Nope!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;(22) say something about 2? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;(Sutri) She's my besttttt friend since we were 3 years old and I love her although she can be lame sometimes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;(23) what do you think of 3 &amp;amp; 6 being together? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;(Nisah &amp;amp; Khaty)NoNoNo, that'd make them lesbians!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;(24) what will you do if 6 &amp;amp; 7 fight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt; (Khaty &amp;amp; Faiz)It will never happen lah since they're cousins! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;(25) do you like 3? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;(Nisah)I looooove her! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-9085151959399314391?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/9085151959399314391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=9085151959399314391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/9085151959399314391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/9085151959399314391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/06/1-besides-lips-where-is-your-favourite.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-5874946491404051457</id><published>2009-06-02T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T07:45:21.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am broke with only 5 cents left in my wallet, I don't remember all of my classes I have to attend during June Hols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I might as well forget that I have a mouth to eat, a pair of ears to hear,a pair of legs to walk and a vagina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Can life get any worser than this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-5874946491404051457?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/5874946491404051457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=5874946491404051457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/5874946491404051457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/5874946491404051457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-broke-with-only-5-cents-left-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-1103315910921363880</id><published>2009-05-29T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T06:29:44.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Finally, T2 is over. T1 was like shit with all these friendships problems but atleast T2 is better. I already know how to handle with irritating people and all of you must learn from me. I did okay for my Mid-Year, and goodness I was on the verge of breaking down when I was sitting down with Ernie &amp;amp; Jeanette to get our prizes. Cb, I've always hated to be on the stage. To add on to my misery, I actually have many classes to attend during the holidays, so I won't be enjoying my holidays much. Sad thing, huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I really hope to do well for my Malay O'level! Yes, on Monday alright! 2 more days to my first national exam paper! Not funnny huh, I'm extremely nervous like what. I still need to work on my Frasa Berbunga and my Peribahasa. Urgh shit ah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;But still, despite all these, I'm still looking forward for my holidays because of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Sh_fHsE6aVI/AAAAAAAABj0/qOzeOMQPHZY/s1600-h/p.e.n.s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341233006268541266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Sh_fHsE6aVI/AAAAAAAABj0/qOzeOMQPHZY/s320/p.e.n.s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;P.E.N.S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Sh_eyn9kOwI/AAAAAAAABjs/55NdA_TCkvI/s1600-h/Picture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341232644386732802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Sh_eyn9kOwI/AAAAAAAABjs/55NdA_TCkvI/s320/Picture+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Nueeshaphatkhatlicious. Nurrrra, I miss you alotttt! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Sh_iT88RX0I/AAAAAAAABj8/FvpA784OqaY/s1600-h/Picture_0257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341236515489013570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Sh_iT88RX0I/AAAAAAAABj8/FvpA784OqaY/s320/Picture_0257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Nisaaahhhh! Hahaha, where have you beeeeen sia?! ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss you, you know. Let's do slumber party again at my house, this time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-1103315910921363880?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/1103315910921363880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=1103315910921363880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/1103315910921363880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/1103315910921363880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally-t2-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Sh_fHsE6aVI/AAAAAAAABj0/qOzeOMQPHZY/s72-c/p.e.n.s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-5182591533802262071</id><published>2009-05-27T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T03:46:34.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Sh0Zs7D1u_I/AAAAAAAABjk/udsRMzZyJ8E/s1600-h/S6300179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340452992690011122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Sh0Zs7D1u_I/AAAAAAAABjk/udsRMzZyJ8E/s320/S6300179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was sorting out my pictures in my folder and I saw this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sigh, I miss 2a alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-5182591533802262071?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/5182591533802262071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=5182591533802262071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/5182591533802262071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/5182591533802262071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-was-sorting-out-my-pictures-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Sh0Zs7D1u_I/AAAAAAAABjk/udsRMzZyJ8E/s72-c/S6300179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-5360461949810331565</id><published>2009-05-24T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T08:08:12.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My computer is acting like a bitch. B I T C H. I can't even read my tagboard and also view my friends' blog. _I_ (!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-5360461949810331565?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/5360461949810331565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=5360461949810331565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/5360461949810331565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/5360461949810331565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-computer-is-acting-like-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-5442078130245843500</id><published>2009-05-21T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T06:25:58.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Class Photo-Taking! :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/ShVT7Kej5CI/AAAAAAAABi0/tTEq6NLgGsk/s1600-h/4b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338265209207514146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/ShVT7Kej5CI/AAAAAAAABi0/tTEq6NLgGsk/s320/4b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/ShVULCWq39I/AAAAAAAABjc/rPgvDLYTvII/s1600-h/i+love+cheryl+soo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338265481904840658" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/ShVULCWq39I/AAAAAAAABjc/rPgvDLYTvII/s320/i+love+cheryl+soo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/ShVT7mb41jI/AAAAAAAABjU/ZURaB5pxuyM/s1600-h/hanyut+no.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338265216712496690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/ShVT7mb41jI/AAAAAAAABjU/ZURaB5pxuyM/s320/hanyut+no.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/ShVT7nnqrsI/AAAAAAAABjM/q2xnLjoqKdA/s1600-h/hanyut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338265217030336194" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/ShVT7nnqrsI/AAAAAAAABjM/q2xnLjoqKdA/s320/hanyut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/ShVT7ZeVslI/AAAAAAAABjE/_eLs_KZgmko/s1600-h/gps+unite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338265213233115730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/ShVT7ZeVslI/AAAAAAAABjE/_eLs_KZgmko/s320/gps+unite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/ShVTrXmBL0I/AAAAAAAABic/tACCiumyYZE/s1600-h/4b+(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338264937850548034" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/ShVTrXmBL0I/AAAAAAAABic/tACCiumyYZE/s320/4b+(4).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/ShVTrEIz7II/AAAAAAAABiM/psgtVGAOfCI/s1600-h/4b+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338264932627770498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/ShVTrEIz7II/AAAAAAAABiM/psgtVGAOfCI/s320/4b+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/ShVTrs8D3HI/AAAAAAAABis/NLP_-9j9oCQ/s1600-h/4b(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338264943580142706" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/ShVTrs8D3HI/AAAAAAAABis/NLP_-9j9oCQ/s320/4b(5).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I (L) those who made my Tuesday a better day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I miss Nazimah. It would have been more fun if she were to join us (!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-5442078130245843500?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/5442078130245843500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=5442078130245843500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/5442078130245843500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/5442078130245843500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/05/class-photo-taking-d-i-l-those-who-made.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/ShVT7Kej5CI/AAAAAAAABi0/tTEq6NLgGsk/s72-c/4b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-4393161119609798492</id><published>2009-05-18T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T06:24:20.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/ShFfzL_mHcI/AAAAAAAABiE/wSveuo_TBe8/s1600-h/IMG_0709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337152366408244674" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/ShFfzL_mHcI/AAAAAAAABiE/wSveuo_TBe8/s320/IMG_0709.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I failed my Physics &amp;amp; Chem. Damn them. Should have studied properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I failed my F&amp;amp;N paper because there was a printed page on page 6 and i thought it was supposed to be blank. That means I lost 6 marks. I could have passed my paper. I just need one stupid mark to pass. Nb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I did the same for Maths too. I thought the last printed page was page 16, but it actually turned to be page 17. I lost 5 marks for nothing. Especially when the question was too chicken and my favourite question of all! But still, I passed my papers, but it wasn't as satisfying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I studied the wrong topic for S.E.Q for Hist. And I lost 13 marks because I didn't know what to answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;In conclusion:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I should check thoroughly for my papers. Seriously Phat, last warning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I should do more revision for my Combined Science.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I should stop taking pictures during Chem lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I should stop sleeping during Physics' class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I SHOULD REALLY BUCK UP LAH CB. HOW TO GO SEC 5 LIKE THAT?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Looks like I'm gonna treat Jeanette to Pizza Hut. ]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&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/556542715809271291-4393161119609798492?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/4393161119609798492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=4393161119609798492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/4393161119609798492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/4393161119609798492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-failed-my-physics-chem.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/ShFfzL_mHcI/AAAAAAAABiE/wSveuo_TBe8/s72-c/IMG_0709.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-1257472645632049094</id><published>2009-05-15T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T05:54:18.660-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HELL WEEKEND'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Sg62FcoG3XI/AAAAAAAABh8/TI65dES2RPw/s1600-h/H.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336402813180632434" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Sg62FcoG3XI/AAAAAAAABh8/TI65dES2RPw/s320/H.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I've been thinking about this lately. Of all the things we've been through, I realised it was useless for me to hang on because you are you now. You can't be the one whom I expected you to be. I wish we could turn back the hands of time. I wish we could, because the memories were so fond back then. It wasn't your fault, I was too hard on myself. I kept pinning high hopes on you, I kept reminding myself of you. I know you don't want that because that would hurt me even more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I told myself to stop thinking of you, I told myself to start avoiding you, but I couldn't. I was too dependent on you, so are you. I did try to avoid you, in every way I could, but I realised, in the end, I keep running back to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;This is the biggest challenge for me- having to forget you. But I'll try. I'll never give up, because I am the strongest girl you've ever met, just like what you've mentioned to me last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Let's sing Sway by the Perishers again, with me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;-Edit/-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Urgh, I'm hating Saturdays even more. I hate weddings, I hate aunties especially those who don't act like their own age. Urgh, easily said, I hate everything about weddings. I hate this morning too. I only managed to sleep for 2 pathetic hours. Yes, from 3 am till 5am. The bellring woke me up, it was my brother. That one is another one. And I had 2 weird dreams. Hate weird dreams as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Alright, going for a night jog alone. Goodnight.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&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/556542715809271291-1257472645632049094?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/1257472645632049094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=1257472645632049094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/1257472645632049094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/1257472645632049094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-been-thinking-about-this-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Sg62FcoG3XI/AAAAAAAABh8/TI65dES2RPw/s72-c/H.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-1862867399300022628</id><published>2009-05-15T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T07:55:25.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;BEFORE:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Sg2BUi2dbtI/AAAAAAAABhs/PtIht_a3kyA/s1600-h/Phat"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336063323456499410" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Sg2BUi2dbtI/AAAAAAAABhs/PtIht_a3kyA/s320/Phat" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Okay not that bad huhhh. Abit flat right my faceee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Sg2BlIwc2uI/AAAAAAAABh0/TdfIpOvAaEQ/s1600-h/DSC_0327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336063608509749986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Sg2BlIwc2uI/AAAAAAAABh0/TdfIpOvAaEQ/s320/DSC_0327.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;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;WHAT IN THE BLUE HELL HAS HAPPENED TO MY CHEEKS MAN?!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Sg2A8yOIIKI/AAAAAAAABhk/jh-VxdjTW4c/s1600-h/DSC00997.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-1862867399300022628?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/1862867399300022628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=1862867399300022628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/1862867399300022628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/1862867399300022628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/05/before-okay-not-that-bad-huhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Sg2BUi2dbtI/AAAAAAAABhs/PtIht_a3kyA/s72-c/Phat' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-5166946999069474879</id><published>2009-05-14T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T07:54:27.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I am not a big fan of cats actually. If you guy know this, my brother wants to adopt a kitten. But I insisted on persian cats. The fat fluffy cat with flat face and a lazy attitude, just like the soon-to-be owner. I even decided on his/her name. If that fat cat is a male, I will name him &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mario Kemek&lt;/span&gt;. If that fat cat is a female, I will name her &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Maria Kemek&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let's just hope my parents allow both of us to adopt one.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SgwuMaLgnFI/AAAAAAAABhc/GjwlsvcrwEY/s1600-h/nak+kucing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335690449248099410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SgwuMaLgnFI/AAAAAAAABhc/GjwlsvcrwEY/s320/nak+kucing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHAA, CUTE RIGHT?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SgwuMaLgnFI/AAAAAAAABhc/GjwlsvcrwEY/s1600-h/nak+kucing.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-5166946999069474879?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/5166946999069474879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=5166946999069474879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/5166946999069474879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/5166946999069474879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-not-big-fan-of-cats-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SgwuMaLgnFI/AAAAAAAABhc/GjwlsvcrwEY/s72-c/nak+kucing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-4193469005912435652</id><published>2009-05-12T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T03:14:35.222-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just For Laughs'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I lied to my mother's friend saying that mama wasn't at home and cannot be contacted outside. And that poor lady sounded sad. But not my fault what, she didn't want to tell her identity. Aunty, my mother got many friends you know. If you just say her friend, yeah lah, what friend? School friend? Casual friend? Bestfriend? Must tell me ok. Then I allow you to talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Where was my mother that time? Sleeping soundly like an old baby in her room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am very mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SglLmgQkFzI/AAAAAAAABhU/ziMTzWy5XS0/s1600-h/photo+%E2%99%A51596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334878358463584050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SglLmgQkFzI/AAAAAAAABhU/ziMTzWy5XS0/s320/photo+%E2%99%A51596.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-4193469005912435652?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/4193469005912435652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=4193469005912435652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/4193469005912435652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/4193469005912435652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-lied-to-my-mothers-friend-saying-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SglLmgQkFzI/AAAAAAAABhU/ziMTzWy5XS0/s72-c/photo+%E2%99%A51596.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-8990040580830404492</id><published>2009-05-08T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T06:52:25.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;So much for my hiatus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I came here to share my experience with you. My tremendously heartbreaking experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;#1: While doing my Maths Paper, I could work out all the problems except for some angle problems. So it was left with 15 mins for the paper, I was quite confident that the last page was page 16. But actually it was 17 pages, and I missed the freaking last question worth 4 marks. 4 MARKS, I TELL YOU. And the suar-est part was, the question was actually draw a stem and leaf diagram. The easiest thing to do worth 4 marks! You only need to organise the numbers worth 4 marks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 2: Mr Danial told us that Stalin's topic was going to come out for S.E.Q. So I studied that, knowing that, that topic wasn't that hard, not like what ah T.O.V or whatever shit. So I studied quite hard for it, and the next day,I wanted to cry because it didn't come out in the papers! What the fuck. Mr Danial ah, MEREPEK! Hahaha, I hope he won't read this. Cher, I just kidding one. I am the merepek one, not you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion : MID YEAR SUCKS. MY MID YEAR SERIOUSLY SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go on a holiday already!! Don't want come back on Tuesday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww117/PHAT08_01/IMG_0796.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hiatus &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&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/556542715809271291-8990040580830404492?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/8990040580830404492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=8990040580830404492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/8990040580830404492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/8990040580830404492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-much-for-my-hiatus.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-8769336856005403360</id><published>2009-05-06T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T08:30:05.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt; /a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343864610345337698" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Sik4jNNqQ2I/AAAAAAAABkE/mMII9F2QgSM/s320/S6300650.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt; /a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy Bday Bro! Love you no matter how selfish, irritating, overprotective you can be.&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/556542715809271291-8769336856005403360?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/8769336856005403360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=8769336856005403360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/8769336856005403360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/8769336856005403360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-bday-bro-love-you-no-matter-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Sik4jNNqQ2I/AAAAAAAABkE/mMII9F2QgSM/s72-c/S6300650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-5586352237176364620</id><published>2009-05-05T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T05:54:10.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww117/PHAT08_01/IMG_0796.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-5586352237176364620?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/5586352237176364620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=5586352237176364620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/5586352237176364620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/5586352237176364620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/05/h-i-t-u-s.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-274788805136496424</id><published>2009-04-28T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T08:57:50.525-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just For Laughs'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We were given a task to enhance our confidence and exposition skills. We were tigers and we had to convince the Ark creater on why we deserved to be on the Ark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fZQzwWjz_eQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fZQzwWjz_eQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q&amp;amp;A/Debate with other species.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BpvUasOOGpI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BpvUasOOGpI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-274788805136496424?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/274788805136496424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=274788805136496424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/274788805136496424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/274788805136496424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-were-given-task-to-enhance-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-2892163416226953001</id><published>2009-04-27T05:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T05:49:29.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;The reason why I always look forward for Chemistry lessons on Tues &amp;amp; Thurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SfWoA8BWslI/AAAAAAAABg0/C6cO2nQkDk0/s1600-h/DSC_0159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329350468128125522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SfWoA8BWslI/AAAAAAAABg0/C6cO2nQkDk0/s320/DSC_0159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SfWoA3zWtVI/AAAAAAAABgs/X3K-Ht20jcM/s1600-h/DSC_0169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329350466995664210" style="WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SfWoA3zWtVI/AAAAAAAABgs/X3K-Ht20jcM/s320/DSC_0169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SfWoBCim1QI/AAAAAAAABg8/PYpPLf_ztpQ/s1600-h/DSC_0155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329350469878207746" style="WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SfWoBCim1QI/AAAAAAAABg8/PYpPLf_ztpQ/s320/DSC_0155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SfWnsbBBpSI/AAAAAAAABgk/vWKqoHkTGDs/s1600-h/DSC_0318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329350115670992162" style="WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SfWnsbBBpSI/AAAAAAAABgk/vWKqoHkTGDs/s320/DSC_0318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SfWoQhOiLHI/AAAAAAAABhE/APcgELee5cc/s1600-h/DSC_0327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329350735813553266" style="WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SfWoQhOiLHI/AAAAAAAABhE/APcgELee5cc/s320/DSC_0327.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SfWnsJAK-eI/AAAAAAAABgc/4yhSO8CJ6d4/s1600-h/DSC_0319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329350110835571170" style="WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SfWnsJAK-eI/AAAAAAAABgc/4yhSO8CJ6d4/s320/DSC_0319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SfWnsP8PNQI/AAAAAAAABgU/6BvxStaTYu4/s1600-h/DSC_0320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329350112698119426" style="WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SfWnsP8PNQI/AAAAAAAABgU/6BvxStaTYu4/s320/DSC_0320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SfWndDaX9AI/AAAAAAAABgM/Z211skFS3PY/s1600-h/DSC_0323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329349851636823042" style="WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SfWndDaX9AI/AAAAAAAABgM/Z211skFS3PY/s320/DSC_0323.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SfWndHbcRHI/AAAAAAAABgE/43GoG32NYkM/s1600-h/DSC_0325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329349852715041906" style="WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SfWndHbcRHI/AAAAAAAABgE/43GoG32NYkM/s320/DSC_0325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I (L) CHEMISTRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;(except for Miss Tay. Haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-2892163416226953001?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/2892163416226953001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=2892163416226953001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/2892163416226953001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/2892163416226953001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/04/reason-why-i-always-look-forward-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SfWoA8BWslI/AAAAAAAABg0/C6cO2nQkDk0/s72-c/DSC_0159.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-645508227532071617</id><published>2009-04-25T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T09:03:36.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;All you can see around you is just a bunch of hypocrites and two-faced people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;-Edit/-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PHATT says:&lt;br /&gt;each time i feel like giving up, i'd think of those whom I believe would never trade our friendship for anything on this world and be there for me, which is you and nisah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-------- says:&lt;br /&gt;so sweet of u to say dat man p&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now that I said that, be nice to me! Hahahaha! And Z, you still owe me a Swensens treat lor! Hmph. &lt;/span&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/556542715809271291-645508227532071617?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/645508227532071617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=645508227532071617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/645508227532071617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/645508227532071617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-you-can-see-around-you-is-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-1086188874147124364</id><published>2009-04-24T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T23:30:49.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Phat: Eh naz, kau nanti &lt;strong&gt;jangan pandang belakang&lt;/strong&gt; tauuu. Mana lah tau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Naz: Kau pergi sana, jangan kacau aku. Kau pergi jauh jauh main &lt;strong&gt;Congkak&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Phat: Alaaa Naz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Naz: Kau &lt;strong&gt;jangan tegur&lt;/strong&gt; aku!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hahaha,you all get the joke tak?! I watched Jangan Tegur with my cousins and aunt. Yes, a midnight movie. I was screaming like a mad woman in the cinema because the sound effects really sent a chill down my spine. Apart from that, I think Nadia Mustafar really acted well for the ghost scenes. But surprisingly, the supposedly-to-be-heroine, I can't remember her name, she was quite stiff in her acting and she lacked of expressiveness, so it was hard to convince the audience that she was disturbed. But overall, it was alright, not that bad except for the last scene of the movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;There was this part when the heroine got posessed and she looked like Nightcrawler from X-men. -.- Serious, I am not joking one, I am fucking serious. So instead of getting scared of the posessed body, I actually laughed like a pig because she reminded me of nightcrawler. Wait, I show you ah.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SfKq8HsX_FI/AAAAAAAABfw/abtwbYQfqTM/s1600-h/nightcrawler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328509258966760530" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SfKq8HsX_FI/AAAAAAAABfw/abtwbYQfqTM/s320/nightcrawler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, exactly like that. But I think she looks more like Mystique from X-men too. But still, Mystique and Nightcrawler are the same- mother and son. Okay sorry, no X-Men. Hehehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;So the show ended around 1am plusplusplus. We wanted to go for supper, but it was already late and I was yawning and yawning and yawning, yes I didn't get a good afternoon sleep on that day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now I'm rotting at home when the weather is just fine to go out. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-1086188874147124364?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/1086188874147124364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=1086188874147124364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/1086188874147124364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/1086188874147124364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/04/phat-eh-naz-kau-nanti-jangan-pandang.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SfKq8HsX_FI/AAAAAAAABfw/abtwbYQfqTM/s72-c/nightcrawler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-2876832772707531203</id><published>2009-04-22T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T04:54:47.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='replies'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tagboard replies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;eeqa: eh, burger kau sedap. nak lagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;phat: thank you eeqa! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;SUT: wheeyyy! never update alrd? i slap your pao face/chicks then you knw! ahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Phat: HAHAHAAH! I lazy ah to update. My usb spoilt. It's cheeks lah you, anyhow. Stop anyhow slapping my cheeks. It's beyond adorable pweaseee. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;jeanetteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee: LOL ! ASS ! faster faint lor you.. i'll make sure you'll faint once you see my blog ^^ wahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Phat: Hahahah wah you so happy to see me faint ah. nevermind, you waiiiittt&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;khaty: *looks down* phatt buat burger? keke. NAK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;          :sut makes me hungry. i want to eat 'pao' now. *craving*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;          :im scared of losing my brothers too. oh my. i wonder what actually happen. haiz. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Phat: Wah babe, lu peh tag maut. Sekali 4. Hahah, if i got time, I cook for you k. And stop thinking of my pau cheeks! And yes, we are all scared to lose our family members, but sadly, everybody has to die ,right? ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;hanisah: It's okay man . Haha , still sad abit lah , but yeah , you're right . Bahaha ! But then , far from eye , near to heart kan . HAHA -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Phat: HAHAHA. yes, it's alright. Who knows he might ask for your ehem this week? (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Haziqah: I was bloghopping and i found your blog. May i ask which blog did you when to a girl with the url, rwckvirgin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Phat: Err yeah, sorry. Hope you dont mind actually.. :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-2876832772707531203?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/2876832772707531203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=2876832772707531203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/2876832772707531203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/2876832772707531203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/04/tagboard-replies.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-8078536320697395647</id><published>2009-04-20T07:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T08:02:35.985-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I read someone's blog. And I heard about her brother. I may not know what exactly happened to him, but I know he was so young to leave the world. While I was reading her post, I actually shed a tear. That shows how scared I am to lose my brother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-8078536320697395647?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/8078536320697395647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=8078536320697395647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/8078536320697395647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/8078536320697395647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-read-someones-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-1899458284766070779</id><published>2009-04-10T04:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T04:51:47.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;On a hiatus mode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;Will be back or never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-1899458284766070779?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/1899458284766070779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=1899458284766070779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/1899458284766070779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/1899458284766070779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/04/on-hiatus-mode.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-4529360247383447857</id><published>2009-04-08T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T07:20:42.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Knowing that you actually kept our photo taken together beside your bed makes me cry even more. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could not help feeling guilty for not spending your last moment together with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If only I knew you were going to leave the world anytime soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where do I go w/o you? Mom is bitter too. I wish I could turn back the hands of time. I wish I could..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll miss your Assam Pedas, Rendang,Ayam Kicap and mostly, I'll miss sleeping on your lap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am so sorry Nek, I miss you terribly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;-Edit/-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am feeling much better, after Hanisah and few of my friends comforted me. You guys are right, God loves her more. By mourning her death won't do any good. She won't be coming back, neither does she will be happy to see us continue our life in despair.  Thank you loves. After the funeral, the whole family headed home with the glum look on their faces. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nisah then asked me out to buy her necessities e.g shaving cream, lip moisturiser and few etc. Hehehe, she's so cute. I also got myself Darlie Whitening Toothpaste. My teeth is beginning to stain like a smoker, and me don't like it. Nisah treated me Strawberry Milk Tea, and we continued our mini shopping and went home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh yes, fcuk yes, I'm having Malay Oral tomorrow. I have no mood to talk to anyone, except Hanisah lah, but seriously I don't really have the mood to voice out my feelings. Urgh, I hate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-4529360247383447857?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/4529360247383447857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=4529360247383447857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/4529360247383447857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/4529360247383447857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/04/knowing-that-you-actually-kept-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-2233464541086732935</id><published>2009-04-07T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T06:54:59.828-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;ll be missing you.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I was cycling around the neighbourhood, Mom called me and informed me something shocking. Someone who took the place of my late Grandma, who used to cook me delicious food when I visited her, who would let me sleep me on her lap while watching the TV, who would call our house everytime, who would always kiss and hug me each time, passed away. That is my Grandma's sister- Nek Jarah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mom sobbed silently. When I reached home, there was silence in the house. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you, Nek. I'm sorry for not visiting you when you were sick and lying hopelessly on bed. I'm sorry for not picking up your calls sometimes. I'm sorry for everything. Finally, your wish to meet Nenek is fulfilled. God loves you more. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 300px"&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/cmmi2Lr1x5"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/cmmi2Lr1x5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 1px; PADDING-LEFT: 1px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1px; PADDING-TOP: 1px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #e6e6e6"&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FLOAT: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 4px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" method="post"&gt;&lt;input name="EmbedSearchBox"&gt;&lt;input style="FONT-SIZE: 12px" type="submit" value="Search"&gt; &lt;div style="PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=cmmi2Lr1x5" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;amp;ek=cmmi2Lr1x5" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=cmmi2Lr1x5" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=cmmi2Lr1x5" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/cmmi2Lr1x5/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/_NJyca/music/tC6buHVl/pdiddy-faith-evans-ill-be-missing-you/"&gt;Ill be missing you - P.diddy &amp;amp; Faith Evans&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-2233464541086732935?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/2233464541086732935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=2233464541086732935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/2233464541086732935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/2233464541086732935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/04/as-i-was-cycling-around-neighbourhood.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-2340201463687981414</id><published>2009-04-05T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T08:34:19.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I have this habit of waking up early in the morning already and I hate it alot. No more beauty sleep. All thanks to my tuition and school. Any to the way, I had an awesome weekend lor! But still, I am pessimistic about next week because I have to hand in my F&amp;amp;N Coursework ald for my N level. I am so not ready for it. Firstly, my research is halfway done. Second, I havent analyse my diet. Lucky, I'm done with my planning. Okay lah, I don't want to talk about my F&amp;amp;N and &lt;em&gt;sesat kan&lt;/em&gt; all of you about my coursework. Now I want to talk about my awesome-est weekend ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, I had C.I.P with 4B, 4D including Eeqa! I was so elated because at last we managed to go out. Anyway, we headed to Orchard Road after our breakfast at Ya Kun Kaya toast. We managed to collect quite alot excluding Sutri, but nevermind Sut, it's their fault. The people whom you asked for donation are all stingy people. Hm, I am very curious. How can one afford a Louis Vuitton bag, yes the &lt;em&gt;besar gedabak &lt;/em&gt;one especially or Burberry bags, but still find it so hard to donate 10 cents lor! &lt;em&gt;Perangai dasar&lt;/em&gt; Singaporean all of them. Me don't like them. But still, some angmohs donated some notes. Yes, God bless the angmohs who donated us.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p285/fatimah93/DSC_0036.jpg" width="327" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="299" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p285/fatimah93/DSC_0033.jpg" width="329" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="305" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p285/fatimah93/DSC_0038.jpg" width="329" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="307" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p285/fatimah93/DSC_0039-1.jpg" width="332" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Today was also great. Hahaha because we went to Escape Theme Park w P.E.N.S for free! So it's like the whole week we've been facing each other's faces. Lol. Anyway, our intial plan was to go Wild Wild Wet, but I couldn't as my red friend is here, so is Naz's. Hahaha, serve her right for laughing at me yesterday. We got free tix as Sut's mom donated some money to some organisation and got it for free. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The moral of the story is you must donate, later you can reap your rewards!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It was actually a family day event for the Indians, which is the four of us bo chap went in! Somemore, my V.I.P or Victory Indian Power&lt;em&gt;[EheemNazEheem]&lt;/em&gt; was here with us, so I together with my friends embraced ourselves to go inside. Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="289" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p285/fatimah93/DSC_0063.jpg" width="321" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p285/fatimah93/DSC_0064.jpg" width="351" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Our moods dampened straight away because it was raining, and most rides were down due to whatever under construction or whatsoever. So we went Haunted House and pekik like mad women inside. We went round and round the theme park and found nothing amusing. Don't call it amusement park when it doesn't amuse people at all. In the first place, since when it is called Amusement Park ah?! Hahaha, anyhow only me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Anyway, while Sut &amp;amp; Naz were queueing for the Wet &amp;amp; Wild section, Eeqa and me myself went to the Haunted House for the 2nd time. Yes, at first it was alright, until there was one part when this guy who acted like a ghost wearing Scream's mask and holding a fake baby trying to scare us,which did not make sense at all, since when Scream got child right?! We found it irritating plus merepek, so we both beat him up into a pulp! HAHAHA!! Serves him right lorrr &lt;em&gt;kena&lt;/em&gt; beaten up by us, who ask you to become so irritating follow us and stared at me right into my face. But sorry to whoever actually dressed up like a ghost. Next time don't irritate people okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;After we went for our Wet &amp;amp; Wild ride and got all soaked into our skin, we went to the Haunted House again. Like never learn our lesson like that. Haiyo. Things were not as scary but Naz argued with some indian boys who are like matreps. Hehehehe, funny funny. We wanted to try Go-Kart, but I was not in good mood cos my red friend is dissapointing me. Sobs. We went for the kental mini ferris wheel and ended our day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;. Okay lah, need to finish the story, cannot anyhow condemn that place, that is my bestfriend's workplace and also to jumpa Bapak. &lt;strong&gt;*WINKS*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 265px; HEIGHT: 532px" height="583" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p285/fatimah93/DSC_0111.jpg" width="265" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 290px; HEIGHT: 505px" height="505" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p285/fatimah93/Photo1938.jpg" width="266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I think I'm getting darker and fatter already, don't you think so? It's not that I'm not insecure or what, but it's the truth. Hahaha, Naz and my bro already started to call me &lt;em&gt;Mak Itam&lt;/em&gt;, and Faiz already started to call me Gemok.Slap each and one of you's forehead! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Okay, tomorrow I have school and I am still wondering to play P.E or not. Harhar, no wonder I gained weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Bye bye and wish me luck for my shitty schooldays.&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/556542715809271291-2340201463687981414?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/2340201463687981414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=2340201463687981414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/2340201463687981414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/2340201463687981414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-have-this-habit-of-waking-up-early-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-2377674150897328255</id><published>2009-04-04T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T21:44:00.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Sdg2y5AxPxI/AAAAAAAABfo/arlJjMEOgGo/s1600-h/p.e.n.s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321063207663648530" style="WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Sdg2y5AxPxI/AAAAAAAABfo/arlJjMEOgGo/s320/p.e.n.s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.E.N.S day out! I so can't wait! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-2377674150897328255?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/2377674150897328255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=2377674150897328255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/2377674150897328255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/2377674150897328255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/04/p.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Sdg2y5AxPxI/AAAAAAAABfo/arlJjMEOgGo/s72-c/p.e.n.s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-5649432510074217930</id><published>2009-03-29T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T09:01:07.117-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DAH UPDATE PUN'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;S.A.M &amp;amp; Starbucks with my favourite girls on Friday. ^^ Hm, to tell you the truth, I wanted to post a picture of myself posing like a S-Grid Girl with Jeep. Iya Jib, your friend. But the problem is I looked exactly like &lt;em&gt;bapok siam&lt;/em&gt;. I'm already so sad. Hehe. Anyway, thanks to Khaty's bro for the ride home and the girls too for making my day! Love you two!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p285/fatimah93/IMG_2571-1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p285/fatimah93/IMG_2572.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 401px" height="737" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p285/fatimah93/IMG_2578.jpg" width="457" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px" height="402" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p285/fatimah93/IMG115.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p285/fatimah93/taukewayang-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;On Saturday, I watched &lt;em&gt;Sri Warisan: Towkay Wayang the Musical&lt;/em&gt; with the cousins as my cousin was acting in it. I tried to hold my tears at some part cos I didn't want to cry infront of strangers. Too bad, there are no pictures, cos my cousin didn't bring her dslr. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-5649432510074217930?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/5649432510074217930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=5649432510074217930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/5649432510074217930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/5649432510074217930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/03/s.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-497745893158333205</id><published>2009-03-21T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T07:57:46.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/ScUAUDhqkBI/AAAAAAAABfg/Wr1RtrgWFY4/s1600-h/Copy+of+Aug+16+2008+Guiness+World+Rec+-+Sitting+C1+(531).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315655279724630034" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/ScUAUDhqkBI/AAAAAAAABfg/Wr1RtrgWFY4/s320/Copy+of+Aug+16+2008+Guiness+World+Rec+-+Sitting+C1+(531).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm going down, and I know you'll be the first one to laugh. As far as I'm concerned, I don't care two hoots about it, honey. I know you're going to fall too, so we're actually even. Only yours is a painful one. Ouch.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;On a good note; I'm actually recovering from stupid runny nose. I could not stand being breathless in the middle of my sleep. Cb, such a spoiler. I had fun today, with S although E&amp;amp;N weren't there. Pool with S was definitely great. Our initial plan was to play bowling but it was cancelled as I actually mistook Sunday for today, so I accidentally went out with S and realised E&amp;amp; N couldn't make it. Apologies, loves. We'll make it next week maybe, or the following week.I'm waiting for the picas actually. Sut, faster ah i tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-497745893158333205?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/497745893158333205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=497745893158333205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/497745893158333205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/497745893158333205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-going-down-and-i-know-youll-be-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/ScUAUDhqkBI/AAAAAAAABfg/Wr1RtrgWFY4/s72-c/Copy+of+Aug+16+2008+Guiness+World+Rec+-+Sitting+C1+(531).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-8896677824670304467</id><published>2009-03-15T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T07:04:01.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Sb0J8hxOHKI/AAAAAAAABfQ/5eUC0VHnz4Y/s1600-h/Aug+16+2008+Guiness+World+Rec+-+Sitting+C5+(419).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313414070828670114" style="WIDTH: 372px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Sb0J8hxOHKI/AAAAAAAABfQ/5eUC0VHnz4Y/s320/Aug+16+2008+Guiness+World+Rec+-+Sitting+C5+(419).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%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hahahahalo! I hate Sundays, because I realised Sundays always make me feel gloomy. Anyway, I love last week! I missed 2 days of school and it was fucking last week of school! Yeah, there's nothing to be excited of, cos I still need to come back for some courses. Uh yeah, abit shitholes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So anyways, I got my results! Yeah, I did hmm, a so-so I guess esp for Combined Humans. I'm an alien for hating Humanities. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;When is the P.E.N.S outing ni?! Wahliau, when you all can make yourself free? I'm not free on Thurs, Sut's not on Fri, Eeqa's not on Wed, Naz's unreachable, I suppose. So sad now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-8896677824670304467?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/8896677824670304467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=8896677824670304467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/8896677824670304467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/8896677824670304467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/03/hahahahalo-i-hate-sundays-because-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Sb0J8hxOHKI/AAAAAAAABfQ/5eUC0VHnz4Y/s72-c/Aug+16+2008+Guiness+World+Rec+-+Sitting+C5+(419).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-14288814507467378</id><published>2009-03-11T23:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:57:45.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SbixJhmS9VI/AAAAAAAABfI/Y4PFZf3E3rU/s1600-h/Aug+16+2008+Guiness+World+Rec+-+Sitting+C5+(418).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312190537679435090" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SbixJhmS9VI/AAAAAAAABfI/Y4PFZf3E3rU/s320/Aug+16+2008+Guiness+World+Rec+-+Sitting+C5+(418).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I missed school for 2 days. Hahahaah, and I'm sorry P.E.N.S &amp;amp; Bff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-14288814507467378?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/14288814507467378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=14288814507467378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/14288814507467378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/14288814507467378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-missed-school-for-2-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SbixJhmS9VI/AAAAAAAABfI/Y4PFZf3E3rU/s72-c/Aug+16+2008+Guiness+World+Rec+-+Sitting+C5+(418).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-8232592462187864072</id><published>2009-03-08T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T04:25:47.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I was busy bloghopping on someone's blog, whom actually copied me, or to put it in nice word, sounded almost the same as me. Hmmmmmmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;on another note, I'm craving for strawberry milk tea so big possibility, I'm going to buy it on my own and be a loner again. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-8232592462187864072?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/8232592462187864072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=8232592462187864072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/8232592462187864072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/8232592462187864072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-was-busy-bloghopping-on-someones-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-190928029394543220</id><published>2009-03-07T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T04:08:08.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I was supposed to go out with Fahima but it was cancelled cos she needs to go to Nenek's house. So yeah yeah, here I am rotting in my bro's room, staring at the screen for god-knows how long I've been facing it with a cup of hot milo to accompany me. I also managed to finish the whole book of Out Of My Depth by Emily Barr.I'm so happy that I stayed at home and enjoy some me-time alone as I've been working my ass out for Common Test and never had a complete rest. So yeah, cheers to that. Now I'm going to stuff my mouth with some comfort food 'cos I am feeling sad again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;And oh, not forgetting, Happy Bday To &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Chan Junsin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Although you can be an annoying bugger sometimes, I'm still glad to have you as my friend for 4 years and having to put up with your annoying jokes. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-190928029394543220?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/190928029394543220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=190928029394543220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/190928029394543220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/190928029394543220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-was-supposed-to-go-out-with-fahima.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-5569678332323418224</id><published>2009-03-05T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T05:48:48.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;I miss the company of P.E.N.S. It has been such a long time since we last went back home together, sitting at the bustop,talking craps while munching on Old Chang Kee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;I miss Khaty too! Hohoho, I never forget you ok! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;Lastly, I miss Mira. Yes, mira. Aku miss kau. When are we going to do our mimic-ing again?! Better come my house, a.s.a.p. But the stupid band [no offence harr] took away most of your life, just like Study Prog took away mine too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-5569678332323418224?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/5569678332323418224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=5569678332323418224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/5569678332323418224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/5569678332323418224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-miss-company-of-p.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-1914346073327137092</id><published>2009-03-04T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T06:53:58.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Sa6UNo0H-cI/AAAAAAAABfA/ea6mQE8Nnwo/s1600-h/omg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309343972731648450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Sa6UNo0H-cI/AAAAAAAABfA/ea6mQE8Nnwo/s320/omg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I've been stalked by my mother's friend's weird daughter. She's just..weird?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, I'm fine, my bebo aka scandal forever is fine as well. We're all fine people. I'm sorry again bebo for not being able to visit you. I just hate having the runs early in the morning. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-1914346073327137092?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/1914346073327137092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=1914346073327137092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/1914346073327137092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/1914346073327137092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-been-stalked-by-my-mothers-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/Sa6UNo0H-cI/AAAAAAAABfA/ea6mQE8Nnwo/s72-c/omg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-8901410905059141087</id><published>2009-03-02T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T06:11:04.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I was happily walking to Nazimah while she was sitting. When I saw her tearing up badly, I knew something must be wrong. She calmly made me sit, and told me that you met an accident. And I broke down so hard. Cos I have never expected someone like you, would end up in that state. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I started to panic, how did you meet an accident? Who was that freaking driver who knocked you down? I then asked God, why must it be someone like you, when there are actually other people who deserve to be knocked down by a car. I could not stop worrying about you and at the same time , I was speechless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I landed on Sokkan's shoulders, Nazimah's and Cikgu Huda's. No matter how much they comforted me, these tears just couldn't stop rolling because I was goddamn worried about you. So did the others. They cried for you, we cried for you, because you meant alot to us and in our life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Now that you're fine, I still have this tiny winy bit of worry for you. How are you going to walk to school with these crutches, how are you going to sleep with those injuries? But I still hope, you get well soon so that you can do your normal routines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I love you, Bebo and please get well soon. (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-8901410905059141087?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/8901410905059141087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=8901410905059141087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/8901410905059141087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/8901410905059141087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-was-happily-walking-to-nazimah-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-2045063079809022328</id><published>2009-02-28T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T07:53:29.853-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking of you'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss the times when we would make fool of ourselves, laughing away like nobody's business, doing the silly poses when taking picture in class. I miss the times where we'd sit together to do our usual things, gossip and talk about boys. I miss the times when we sneaked food inside our bag and ate it during lesson. I miss the times when we shared our biggest secrets about our crush. I miss the times when we poured out our feelings and cry on one's shoulders. But it all happened too fast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now, we've parted our ways. We're like no longer sworn sisters. Each of us has our own friends. And the worst thing ever- we can never click after that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;As I started to browse our photos taken together, these flashbacks ran into my mind and I smiled because of the fun we had. But this smile faded away, and it was all left with tears rolling down the cheeks and a sudden total breakdown. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I then questioned myself, was it my fault, your fault or maybe Fate's fault? I then argued with myself, that this was actually my fault. My fault, for not spending time with you. For rejecting you every time you asked me out. For doing many wrongs to you. For not confronting you and sort things out nicely so that we wouldn't have ended up like this- Being strangers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Karma has finally come in my life. The loved ones left me one by one. And when at times I need you the most, I know I can't, because we're no longer close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss you and I hope you know who am I referring to.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;and i hope any readers out there, it could be my friends or any anonymous bloghoppers, learn a valuable lesson from this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt; -Treasure your friends and accept them for who they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-2045063079809022328?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/2045063079809022328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=2045063079809022328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/2045063079809022328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/2045063079809022328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-miss-times-when-we-would-make-fool-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-7689797002427167319</id><published>2009-02-26T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T04:28:21.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I hate favouritism. The big bro, or should i say, baby bro always get whatever he wants. Anything- just name it. My parents will get it for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;But me, each time I ask for something, their answers would be "see your results first", and it's always like that. Wah ninabey, it's not that I asked something very expensive or what lor. I did well for last year results, and that is still not enough?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeah lah yeah lah, burn your money on him lah. I am not your favourite one what. I am just an ugly duckling who just ask for 4 bucks per day, while their favourite son can actually spend more than 100 bucks per week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope my cousins come across my blog, and tell this to their parents lor. Then their parents report to my parents lor. So good lor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;On a good note, Pahan cheered me up! My bestfriend made a very good choice. Got bf who can listen to the girlfriend's bestfriend's problem. So Pahan, since you so nice to me hor,  I no need to watch you ald lor. But still, if you break her heart, i break your bone ah, I tell you ah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PHATT says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;suvian lee fav teacher aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;€·pahan· ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;eeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PHATT says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;€·pahan· ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;kau must be tebiat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;oh, see lah i forgot also. Some Indon students will be coming to my school tomorrow. &lt;em&gt;Ya siih, Indon ya mbak mbak dan mas mas.&lt;/em&gt; I hope they are not like the students I see in Indon Drama. The one with short skirts or whatever whatever. What sia Phat, stereotyping. But really lor, not my fault what. The drama influenced my mind lor. But I hope to see &lt;em&gt;mas mas ganteng ya di sana&lt;/em&gt;, cos some indon boys are hot hot heat like Rezky Aditya &amp;amp; Bayu Kusumanegara. I find Bayu's name so patriotic lor. Hahah, sorry Bayu. If you want to mention any other hot Indon guys from any dramas or television you want to introduce, don't bother lah. Cos I only watch Suci drama ok.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay lah, I very tired. Bye and have a nice weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-7689797002427167319?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/7689797002427167319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=7689797002427167319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/7689797002427167319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/7689797002427167319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-hate-favouritism.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-7433935168829011771</id><published>2009-02-23T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T08:12:35.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm still in hiatus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm pretty much sure that I'll flunk this CT1 esp, SS. Cb, ss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm sorry Mr Zee/BFF No.5[hahahaha], if i dissapoint you, well let's just give the Swensen's treat a pass.  ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-7433935168829011771?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/7433935168829011771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=7433935168829011771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/7433935168829011771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/7433935168829011771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-still-in-hiatus.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-6470917064789374688</id><published>2009-02-22T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T04:53:05.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;On hiatus, might be back or might not be back anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-6470917064789374688?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/6470917064789374688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=6470917064789374688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/6470917064789374688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/6470917064789374688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-hiatus-might-be-back-or-might-not-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-7768763070915232065</id><published>2009-02-17T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T00:35:05.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm still deciding..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;leave it just like this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;or either delete this shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-7768763070915232065?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/7768763070915232065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=7768763070915232065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/7768763070915232065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/7768763070915232065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-still-deciding.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-3499085744296540216</id><published>2009-02-09T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T06:29:42.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SZA9ZHf7lSI/AAAAAAAABe4/RLGWeVxyw1U/s1600-h/IMG_0707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300804263134074146" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SZA9ZHf7lSI/AAAAAAAABe4/RLGWeVxyw1U/s320/IMG_0707.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eeqa, when's our next date to PRP again? ):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank you momma for the pratas, thank you Bro for the pink mp3 which you found it so attention seeking, and you thought it would be better if you choose it for me which I obviously insisted on getting the pink one and also thank you again making me fat by calling up the Mac's at 1am in the morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Things start to pick up slowly, and I'm trying to go with the f-l-o-w~. Oh before I forgot, thank you P.E.N.S and also Nisah,Mr Zee[HAHA], khaty and whoever who were there for me, listening to my whines &amp;amp; complain, lending me a shoulder to cry on. I realised I still have many friends who are there for me, and not forgetting how many plastic friends I have in my life. Hahah, I'm still the old sarcastic meanie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Now that CT1 is nearing, I have to put a lot of effort, esp for my maths. But the sight of seeing my maths teacher, not to mention who&lt;em&gt;[ sekali kena sue,you want to pay for me isit?!]&lt;/em&gt;, whom I have always called him &lt;em&gt;"Santa Claus''[ cos he has one long white beard ]&lt;/em&gt;, always iritate me. I don't/ never understand his way of teaching, explaination and everything. I'm glad that me and some of my classmates have already complained it to our form teacher, who was our former maths teacher, and he'll be writing to the HOD of Maths who is/was at India. If it still doesn't work, hm, maybe getting a petition &lt;em&gt;[kurang ajar eh petition]&lt;/em&gt; will do. Nah, let's see how it goes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Haix, why lah my life so dramatic?.. Someone asked me that. I cannot help it lor, things want to happen already. I'm not like Alice Cullen right, can see future and all these stuffs. If I were her already, I'd probably run away from all these problems, go back to Forks to meet my future family right. So yeah, I cannot help it, but what I can do is, to go with the f-l-o-w~ and take a chill pill.&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/556542715809271291-3499085744296540216?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/3499085744296540216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=3499085744296540216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/3499085744296540216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/3499085744296540216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/02/eeqa-whens-our-next-date-to-prp-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SZA9ZHf7lSI/AAAAAAAABe4/RLGWeVxyw1U/s72-c/IMG_0707.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-2283144241573211793</id><published>2009-02-08T04:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T04:15:02.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Sorry for the lack of updates. Things haven't been going smoothly and I'm still in the foulest mood ever since last week. And many things happened and many many more. School has been a sucky one and always pressurizing me, so no use about me blogging about things that put me to pressure. Life has not been good, or easily said, not a peaceful one. Been dealing with the words &lt;em&gt;" critically ill, coma, kidney failure,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;late-grandmum"&lt;/em&gt;, so yeahh, you guys probably know why am I in this state. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I miss nenek, I wish she was here by my side. The last time I saw her was 6 years ago. 6 years was short. 6 years before the soil covered her. When she was here, our families stayed together, now that she's up there, we went our own ways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I don't want any crying sessions anymore cos I am sick of puffy red tired eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;and I know I'm crapping so yeah thank you for wasting your 5 minutes on this crappy blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-2283144241573211793?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/2283144241573211793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=2283144241573211793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/2283144241573211793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/2283144241573211793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/02/sorry-for-lack-of-updates.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-5986214720628352562</id><published>2009-02-03T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T04:34:40.348-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this might be the best for you and me'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hate everybody in my life right now. And i hate you, them and me myself too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CONCLUSION: I'm in the foulest mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-5986214720628352562?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/5986214720628352562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=5986214720628352562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/5986214720628352562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/5986214720628352562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-hate-everybody-in-my-life-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-5326096776926484326</id><published>2009-02-01T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T08:48:37.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunday was totally bored to the max. I actually had to force myself to my cousin/second cousin's wedding. Wtf. Well on the brighter side, I met my scandal/bebo for life, after I studied at Starbucks alone. Cb, I'm always a loner. Luckily my bebo was there after I studied, and headed to the bubble tea shop to have my superdog with extra mayo and mustard. Yummyyyy. Stopped by her house, waited for her to get ready to meet her Mr Loveeee and I went back. Boring righhhhtt? Haix, nevermind atleast the bebo made my day especially with our non stop gossips. What, don't like ah? That one your problem ok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SYXOsazmWZI/AAAAAAAABeg/724dQ0pTa1E/s1600-h/photo+%E2%99%A51570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297867799176567186" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SYXOsazmWZI/AAAAAAAABeg/724dQ0pTa1E/s320/photo+%E2%99%A51570.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;While waiting for her to finish her dolling up [ehem&lt;em&gt;nakjumpaboyf&lt;/em&gt;ehem]..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SYXOsnMWg3I/AAAAAAAABew/p8R2BbrBRLM/s1600-h/Phatttttttt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297867802501612402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SYXOsnMWg3I/AAAAAAAABew/p8R2BbrBRLM/s320/Phatttttttt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I actually had the time to camwhore using her handphone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SYXOsgssEjI/AAAAAAAABeo/bUn3cGrBP60/s1600-h/photo+%E2%99%A51574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297867800758194738" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SYXOsgssEjI/AAAAAAAABeo/bUn3cGrBP60/s320/photo+%E2%99%A51574.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;because I love her handphone and its owner. &lt;3&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/556542715809271291-5326096776926484326?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/5326096776926484326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=5326096776926484326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/5326096776926484326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/5326096776926484326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunday-was-totally-bored-to-max.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SYXOsazmWZI/AAAAAAAABeg/724dQ0pTa1E/s72-c/photo+%E2%99%A51570.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-531788278502858250</id><published>2009-01-31T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T07:25:11.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SYRoOsl_ieI/AAAAAAAABeM/Kd5zCQnA9Zc/s1600-h/DSC01266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297473663392516578" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SYRoOsl_ieI/AAAAAAAABeM/Kd5zCQnA9Zc/s320/DSC01266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SYRoORbe7gI/AAAAAAAABeA/ZmnX8xsMu1A/s1600-h/DSC01264.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SYRoORxbR_I/AAAAAAAABd4/pGZJsitxkKo/s1600-h/DSC01263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297473656192714738" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SYRoORxbR_I/AAAAAAAABd4/pGZJsitxkKo/s320/DSC01263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SYRoOai66CI/AAAAAAAABdw/HeWQPWcyoHI/s1600-h/DSC01265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297473658547791906" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SYRoOai66CI/AAAAAAAABdw/HeWQPWcyoHI/s320/DSC01265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;The JB plan was cancelled, instead the family headed to the hospital to visit one of our relatives. And and and, Muhd Syakir &amp;amp; Nur Syahirah &amp;amp; Insyirah followed us too!! Well, okay that's not my point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;My pointttttttt isssss tomorrow will Ng Sokkan's bdayyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SYRqXfzYfvI/AAAAAAAABeY/U9f7OeFmkho/s1600-h/DSC07518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297476013601095410" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SYRqXfzYfvI/AAAAAAAABeY/U9f7OeFmkho/s320/DSC07518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ng sok sok sok sok sok kan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;thou we've drifted apart, there is one connection that still couldn't let go- our jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;no matter how many jokes/sarcasms hurt us in any way, we still let it go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;we knew each other since 13 and since then i never regret knowing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;cos you taught me something valuable- friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;whatever it is, wherever we are, you're still in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY 16TH BIRTHDAY, NG SOKKAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;and cb, dont brag to me you can watch NC 16 movies ald hor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;slap you 20 times. hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;whatever it is, i love you to the maximum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;lovesss!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-531788278502858250?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/531788278502858250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=531788278502858250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/531788278502858250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/531788278502858250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/01/jb-plan-was-cancelled-instead-family.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SYRoOsl_ieI/AAAAAAAABeM/Kd5zCQnA9Zc/s72-c/DSC01266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-6997816742640218465</id><published>2009-01-28T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T05:47:13.202-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY SINGLISH POST.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;School was alright, the starting of school on wednesday. Bleargh. I didn't expect much though, just normal routines and study programme. Well, while I was checking out the new study programme schedule, my heart just cracked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;HOW COME ON FRIDAY, MY STUDY PROGRAMME ENDS AT 5.20 PM, ONE?!!?!! The first session of it will be my F&amp;amp;N coursework, then second session will be English lesson and the last session will be back to my f&amp;amp;n coursework again! That explains I have 10 freaking periods of F&amp;amp;N lesson on Friday! Wah jialat! Well, I'm not surprised if one day I were to spend more time in school than home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;The Queen of Mother was at first irritated by the stupid schedule because of the pressure put on her daughter, but in the end she said &lt;em&gt;"this is for your own good".&lt;/em&gt; Yeah yeah it's for my own good, but you see my tight schedule nowadays. I also have tuition on Saturday and Sunday for 2 freaking hours each, and my Queen of Mother also planned to sign me up for a religious class on every sunday because my mom and aunt thought my religious knowledge is down the drain already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;HAIXZXZXZXZ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;SOMEBODY HELP ME PLEASE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Yeah yeah I better stop whining and complaining,later people think I like to complain lah,whine lah, weak lah and blablablabla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THIS IS ALL FOR YOUR OWN GOOD.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;-quoted by the Queen of Mother.&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/556542715809271291-6997816742640218465?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/6997816742640218465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=6997816742640218465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/6997816742640218465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/6997816742640218465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/01/school-was-alright-starting-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-5866040670336259821</id><published>2009-01-25T22:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T22:11:50.494-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I wish it was you still.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I saw somebody who looks like someone, and then my heart started to beat rapidly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-5866040670336259821?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/5866040670336259821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=5866040670336259821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/5866040670336259821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/5866040670336259821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-saw-somebody-who-looks-like-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-513220375271151377</id><published>2009-01-25T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T08:12:23.703-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kau jgn call aku lagi ah setan'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SXyPBebmHMI/AAAAAAAABdo/z9hgPzypbpU/s1600-h/Picture0344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295264517392309442" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SXyPBebmHMI/AAAAAAAABdo/z9hgPzypbpU/s320/Picture0344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Naa-uh, I'm not dead, yet. Thank you very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;and someone just partly spoilt my morning sleep cos that idiot called me at 3 freaking am in the morning while i was sleeping like a sleeping beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-513220375271151377?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/513220375271151377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=513220375271151377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/513220375271151377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/513220375271151377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/01/naa-uh-im-not-dead-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SXyPBebmHMI/AAAAAAAABdo/z9hgPzypbpU/s72-c/Picture0344.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-7093984385817197921</id><published>2009-01-20T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T05:19:34.984-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PMS PRINCESS. HAH.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SXXHeoMg9II/AAAAAAAABdY/93IsOGM4C4M/s1600-h/DSC01018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293356266043798658" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SXXHeoMg9II/AAAAAAAABdY/93IsOGM4C4M/s320/DSC01018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;It's funny how I always end up to be in faulty friendships, and it always make me feel guilty.Is it me, or isit just that we can't click? And somebody just ticked me off for once, just for once, and that's for my own good and obviously he's fucking right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I should think of myself for once, be selfish for once, and stop putting others before myself and stop being lenient cos some of them might end up repaying you back with S.H.I.T. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Let me tell you this, for once or for many many times, I can never let my head be stepped on and I can never make myself feel guilty for something I don't do wrong. For once, this shit has got to be over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Let me stress this out to you, I don't live my life to satisfy others, not in the sexual way[ duh], but I don't live my life feeling guilty and pressured just to make you feel happy.It's not gonna hurt me anymore when people turn their backs on me. This is the end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Anyway, I won't update that much, because i'm schooling anyway. And school is not a pleasant thing this year, so why update?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-7093984385817197921?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/7093984385817197921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=7093984385817197921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/7093984385817197921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/7093984385817197921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-funny-how-i-always-end-up-to-be-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SXXHeoMg9II/AAAAAAAABdY/93IsOGM4C4M/s72-c/DSC01018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-6149009499158285422</id><published>2009-01-15T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T04:26:41.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SW8piVaQEcI/AAAAAAAABdI/87FhLZgvPb0/s1600-h/current+obsession.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291493757023162818" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SW8piVaQEcI/AAAAAAAABdI/87FhLZgvPb0/s320/current+obsession.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Check out my current obsession- Rezky Aditya. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You guys would probably know him from Suci drama at Sensasi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;He's fucking attractive like a magnet right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;pssst; he has sexy lips too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-6149009499158285422?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/6149009499158285422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=6149009499158285422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/6149009499158285422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/6149009499158285422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/01/check-out-my-current-obsession-rezky.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SW8piVaQEcI/AAAAAAAABdI/87FhLZgvPb0/s72-c/current+obsession.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-2330070478496480437</id><published>2009-01-14T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T05:55:28.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SW3sATbuk9I/AAAAAAAABdA/-AL9lhJ8yII/s1600-h/IMG_0768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291144627190928338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SW3sATbuk9I/AAAAAAAABdA/-AL9lhJ8yII/s320/IMG_0768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to get rid of my &lt;em&gt;pontianak&lt;/em&gt; hair as soon as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-2330070478496480437?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/2330070478496480437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=2330070478496480437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/2330070478496480437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/2330070478496480437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-want-to-get-rid-of-my-pontianak-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SW3sATbuk9I/AAAAAAAABdA/-AL9lhJ8yII/s72-c/IMG_0768.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-2061025099484030441</id><published>2009-01-12T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T04:50:44.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Spell B-E-T-R-A-Y-E-D with me.. )=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-2061025099484030441?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/2061025099484030441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=2061025099484030441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/2061025099484030441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/2061025099484030441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/01/spell-b-e-t-r-y-e-d-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-9172759880717665986</id><published>2009-01-10T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T09:41:38.870-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A CONFESSION OF A SHY WOMAN. LOL.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SWjdMmJlcDI/AAAAAAAABc4/djQaYpOAKLM/s1600-h/S6300307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289720970815565874" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SWjdMmJlcDI/AAAAAAAABc4/djQaYpOAKLM/s320/S6300307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday was a bloody bore, let's wish for a better sunday. Well of course it will be a better one, cos I'm smelling M-O-N-E-Y. Kerchang kerchangs! I love you bursary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;So I decided to list out things when I receive the cheque, which is none of your business. How can I be so mean? Hehe, well it's pretty much common, I just expect for few more tops and a jeans[!], a bag, sandals, and a new hairdo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;The brother's off to Jb with his soccer friends, urgh he and his forever soccer. I'm so lonely and there's nobody to crap with. Surprisingly I miss my brotha, hahaha I hope he won't read this when he gets back. Cb so embarassed. HAHAHA. Me and my brotha, we don't say I love you sis/bro. We're not like that, or maybe I'm the one who isn't much affectionate. Don't bother asking about my bro cos we're totally different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay I'm crapping. Anyway, I spent the night touring my neigbourhood besides my neighbourhood. You get what I mean? Haha, saw some familiar faces and spent the night bitching bout a slut who is completely insecure about herself and her boyfriend who bloody annoyed the hell out of Nisah. Low-life bitch, what do ya expect? =.= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Enough creating sins, I'm going off to sleep or else I'm going to miss my money tomorrow. Hahaha, moneyface. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-9172759880717665986?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/9172759880717665986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=9172759880717665986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/9172759880717665986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/9172759880717665986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/01/saturday-was-bloody-bore-lets-wish-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SWjdMmJlcDI/AAAAAAAABc4/djQaYpOAKLM/s72-c/S6300307.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-294982788092045091</id><published>2009-01-09T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:17:27.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SWdxdnDDpeI/AAAAAAAABcw/2A4hIWXU7x0/s1600-h/27+Aug+08+(Botanical+Garden)+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289321040881886690" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SWdxdnDDpeI/AAAAAAAABcw/2A4hIWXU7x0/s320/27+Aug+08+(Botanical+Garden)+116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh thank goodness I'm back. I thought that I was going to rot to death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;and school's been hectic with splitting groups, urgh goddamn it's so tiring. Not mentioning, I have my tuition on every sunday, and I've been considering the job to tutor my mom's bestfriend's son. I don't mind tutoring kids as long as they're not fucked up kids and I can make money for myself too. But the thing is will I be able to make time for myself? I guess I can give that a pass. Urgh, there goes my money. A lot of things to be considered, alot of things to decide and this is merely the first week of New Year. I guess my break is definitely over. =[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SWdwQdCp6uI/AAAAAAAABco/sGCpLdxqlik/s1600-h/Picture0344.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-294982788092045091?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/294982788092045091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=294982788092045091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/294982788092045091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/294982788092045091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-thank-goodness-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SWdxdnDDpeI/AAAAAAAABcw/2A4hIWXU7x0/s72-c/27+Aug+08+(Botanical+Garden)+116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-6206208768712413195</id><published>2009-01-04T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T08:26:31.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Naw, I'm not back yet. But i'll be updating sooon. I guess so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;and oh, I'm changing my email add. I just can't stand my mom's friend's DAUGHTER invading my privacy,sending emails and bragging about her computer skills. GRRR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;tunggu ehhhh! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-6206208768712413195?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/6206208768712413195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=6206208768712413195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/6206208768712413195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/6206208768712413195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2009/01/naw-im-not-back-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-2925580736335868900</id><published>2008-12-31T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T05:52:18.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SVt3WgiWaDI/AAAAAAAABcg/axI37mOC6Y8/s1600-h/Phat+hot"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285949816224245810" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SVt3WgiWaDI/AAAAAAAABcg/axI37mOC6Y8/s320/Phat+hot" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;2008 has been a great year with joy, tears, friends&amp;amp; ex-flames. I had a kickass 08 year, and that's for sure my last year of enjoyment before my N's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Thank God[ although i haven't been a good muslim, or never] for my family and friends for showing me that I'm not a loser, cos I don't lose them. Thank God for showing me the joy and pain of being loved. Thank God for everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;and to everybody, have a nice 2009 ahead and start afresh!&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/556542715809271291-2925580736335868900?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/2925580736335868900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=2925580736335868900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/2925580736335868900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/2925580736335868900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-has-been-great-year-with-joy-tears.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SVt3WgiWaDI/AAAAAAAABcg/axI37mOC6Y8/s72-c/Phat+hot' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-4554282241646260336</id><published>2008-12-28T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T01:08:44.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Hello, Eeqa here. Phat will not be updating till her computer gets back to normal. She will be back soon! Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-4554282241646260336?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/4554282241646260336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=4554282241646260336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/4554282241646260336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/4554282241646260336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-eeqa.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-4155672917243385686</id><published>2008-12-26T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T11:00:44.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello people weeple. It's been a hectic week and my computer is back to normal, buttttt, just for awhile. Sighs, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;but still i have something to post, about my bestfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;For someone who has been with me thru thick and thin, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;for someone whom i would always call before setting off to school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;for someone who never fails to matchmake me with whoever guys we met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;for someone who always put a smile on my face even with her lamest jokes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;and that's for someone whom I always stick with throughout these 11 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;way before our puberty reached, way before we talked about boys, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;and that's none other than my Sutri Nurmaziyah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAPPY 15TH BDAY MY DEAREST SUTRI. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SVUorgqosEI/AAAAAAAABcY/7YM-6xCrMiM/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284174465757392962" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SVUorgqosEI/AAAAAAAABcY/7YM-6xCrMiM/s320/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;P.s; see lah my face tak glam also I post, cos got you. ;D&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/556542715809271291-4155672917243385686?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/4155672917243385686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=4155672917243385686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/4155672917243385686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/4155672917243385686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-people-weeple.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SVUorgqosEI/AAAAAAAABcY/7YM-6xCrMiM/s72-c/Image009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-5947969460774743796</id><published>2008-12-23T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T07:45:07.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SVEDCffYsSI/AAAAAAAABa4/QSvgUuenwB4/s1600-h/Swimming+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283007179230064930" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SVEDCffYsSI/AAAAAAAABa4/QSvgUuenwB4/s320/Swimming+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SVEDF_vf2oI/AAAAAAAABbA/0L1f6ndW2tA/s1600-h/Swimming+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283007239427185282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SVEDF_vf2oI/AAAAAAAABbA/0L1f6ndW2tA/s320/Swimming+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SVEDQM9P_nI/AAAAAAAABbI/MM-T45Kvde0/s1600-h/Swmiing+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283007414773218930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SVEDQM9P_nI/AAAAAAAABbI/MM-T45Kvde0/s320/Swmiing+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SVEDafngYYI/AAAAAAAABbQ/l6LgJdXDivg/s1600-h/Swimming+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283007591580983682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SVEDafngYYI/AAAAAAAABbQ/l6LgJdXDivg/s320/Swimming+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SVEDllebvnI/AAAAAAAABbY/Nn0ppcxSRME/s1600-h/swimming+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283007782132104818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SVEDllebvnI/AAAAAAAABbY/Nn0ppcxSRME/s320/swimming+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SVEDs8WO0qI/AAAAAAAABbg/ry2ahnh_pgQ/s1600-h/Swimming+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283007908530803362" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SVEDs8WO0qI/AAAAAAAABbg/ry2ahnh_pgQ/s320/Swimming+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SVED4DMzlKI/AAAAAAAABbw/nWK7VlyHQAw/s1600-h/Swimming+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283008099348878498" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SVED4DMzlKI/AAAAAAAABbw/nWK7VlyHQAw/s320/Swimming+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SVED4ojDH3I/AAAAAAAABb4/HnjETOmSsoE/s1600-h/Swimming+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283008109374283634" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SVED4ojDH3I/AAAAAAAABb4/HnjETOmSsoE/s320/Swimming+8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SVEEZK9hcVI/AAAAAAAABcI/mPhwwxQJZeM/s1600-h/swimming+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283008668367941970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SVEEZK9hcVI/AAAAAAAABcI/mPhwwxQJZeM/s320/swimming+10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SVEEYu4gP4I/AAAAAAAABcA/l5UXggdPLdY/s1600-h/Swimming+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283008660830699394" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SVEEYu4gP4I/AAAAAAAABcA/l5UXggdPLdY/s320/Swimming+9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SVEFncQ-C1I/AAAAAAAABcQ/tL-PLgvjL_I/s1600-h/Image042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283010013042707282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SVEFncQ-C1I/AAAAAAAABcQ/tL-PLgvjL_I/s320/Image042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cb, i short or what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;It was hell loads of fun with laughters everywhere. I can see myself smiling away while reminiscening the good moments we had. And of course still, I was sort of moody on that day, oh I'm sorry about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;our family portrait is back. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-5947969460774743796?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/5947969460774743796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=5947969460774743796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/5947969460774743796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/5947969460774743796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2008/12/cb-i-short-or-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zmfoxicfbn4/SVEDCffYsSI/AAAAAAAABa4/QSvgUuenwB4/s72-c/Swimming+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556542715809271291.post-4145727217972754175</id><published>2008-12-22T06:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T06:43:15.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;another hole, another hole in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and thank you people for today, love ya'll, and I'm sorry for my bad mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556542715809271291-4145727217972754175?l=desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/feeds/4145727217972754175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556542715809271291&amp;postID=4145727217972754175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/4145727217972754175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556542715809271291/posts/default/4145727217972754175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desire-to-deconstruct.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-hole-another-hole-in-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Phat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16341268368882676499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
