<?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-2754343172003001913</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:59:46.471+08:00</updated><category term='stories'/><title type='text'>darling,your head's not right</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SjZiAna7vsI/AAAAAAAAASo/teoKx3_-i-k/s1600-h/P1013808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SjZiAna7vsI/AAAAAAAAASo/teoKx3_-i-k/s320/P1013808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347569370270514882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;rambut nampak cacat sikit kan.&lt;br /&gt;but i enjoyed doing this i think i should do this often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754343172003001913-4168742056063933670?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/4168742056063933670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754343172003001913&amp;postID=4168742056063933670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/4168742056063933670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/4168742056063933670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/2009/06/titleawek-cun.html' title='title:awek cun'/><author><name>sherrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16304810726686099333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SU9GzpKDPuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/e481yH_oKf8/S220/Untitled-1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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situation happens after the other,all in a short while and in each situation there are different people which by any means aren't related at all.This always happens when i am really,really tired and when i have so much to think about.But yesterday i got to meet this adorable human being;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SiyjT9ICwvI/AAAAAAAAASI/ZT0EuXDxcig/s320/image-upload-337-774969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SiyjT9ICwvI/AAAAAAAAASI/ZT0EuXDxcig/s320/image-upload-337-774969.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SiyjfcZK23I/AAAAAAAAASQ/-1DalO6e0NM/s320/image-upload-343-721098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SiyjfcZK23I/AAAAAAAAASQ/-1DalO6e0NM/s320/image-upload-343-721098.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die comel gile ke comel gile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/2754343172003001913-2562607515677404570?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/2562607515677404570/comments/default' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SiyjT9ICwvI/AAAAAAAAASI/ZT0EuXDxcig/s72-c/image-upload-337-774969.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754343172003001913.post-1914463962757818269</id><published>2009-05-27T12:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T13:05:09.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i have trouble sticking to one plan at a time.there's so many things i wish to achieve and have.and in the end it results to nothing.blerghh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;amp;size=l&amp;amp;tid=5021333"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;amp;size=l&amp;amp;tid=5021333" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754343172003001913-1914463962757818269?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/1914463962757818269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754343172003001913&amp;postID=1914463962757818269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/1914463962757818269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/1914463962757818269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/2009/05/sigh.html' title='*sigh'/><author><name>sherrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16304810726686099333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SU9GzpKDPuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/e481yH_oKf8/S220/Untitled-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754343172003001913.post-1315121365171660654</id><published>2009-05-19T22:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:40:32.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>please believe us when we say we're sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/ShLB9IH9cfI/AAAAAAAAARE/9EKSoHw4I9o/s1600-h/DSC00780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 203px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/ShLB9IH9cfI/AAAAAAAAARE/9EKSoHw4I9o/s320/DSC00780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337541764284510706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/ShK-RJ6u1bI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/cJZhmiLe_mI/s1600-h/DSC01254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/ShK-RJ6u1bI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/cJZhmiLe_mI/s320/DSC01254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337537710316770738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this is lala,my closest cousin.everytime we go somewhere together people always think that were sisters.some even think we're twins.they will either go like "eh adik-beradik eh?" or "eh kembar ke?".and by 'people' i do not mean sleazy guys by the roadside,i mean makciks and pakciks,kakaks and abangs.and then we would probably reply by saying the boring ol' "takdela,sepupu" or lala would mostly  just keep quiet and ignore.haha sian orang tu.people would sometimes confuse us also,sometimes even our aunts.they think we look alike,but we think  it's just how we wear the tudung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so now we've decided to just accept it when people think were twins or sisters and not deny it.instead of going "takdelah" we're going to say "a'ah kembar",senang.tak payah explain2.(cey bajet orang nak tau sangat je).but albeit all,i pretty much feel like we're real sisters now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;awh i love you,sister hehe ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754343172003001913-1315121365171660654?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/1315121365171660654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754343172003001913&amp;postID=1315121365171660654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/1315121365171660654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/1315121365171660654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/2009/05/please-believe-us-when-we-say-were.html' title='please believe us when we say we&apos;re sisters'/><author><name>sherrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16304810726686099333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SU9GzpKDPuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/e481yH_oKf8/S220/Untitled-1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/ShLB9IH9cfI/AAAAAAAAARE/9EKSoHw4I9o/s72-c/DSC00780.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754343172003001913.post-8773281196748441358</id><published>2009-05-18T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:23:46.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im seeing stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;today was my first day of my 2nd sem in college,it went quick and good.i get to meet one new lecturer whose name is puan fatimah and she's going to be teaching us textile technology.judging by the way she talked  to the seniors and the way the seniors greeted her with the 'peace' sign and stuff,made me feel like she's a really easy-going and cool person.well,at least i hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class ended at 10.30 a.m today and since it was still early,i decided to stop by klcc for awhile.im in need of a bigger bag.i don't know whether i should buy a backpack or a huge sling bag.which one do you think is safer?(sila post kan pendapat anda jika rajin.terima kasih ;p) so yes,i went bag hunting this morning,but unfortunately i didn't found one  and wasted my money by buying eyeliner.no wait,i needed one actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an hour later i got on the train back to shah alam,had my breakfast at 1.30 ok,brunch.went back,and watched a dvd with mom :) and thankfully the weather was super nice today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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stars'/><author><name>sherrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16304810726686099333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SU9GzpKDPuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/e481yH_oKf8/S220/Untitled-1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754343172003001913.post-102761215559252838</id><published>2009-05-17T18:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T18:22:08.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nak boleh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pbteen.com/ptimgs/rk/images/dp/products/200920/0010/img63l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 267px;" src="http://www.pbteen.com/ptimgs/rk/images/dp/products/200920/0010/img63l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pbteen.com/ptimgs/rk/images/dp/products/200920/0010/img98l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 413px;" src="http://www.pbteen.com/ptimgs/rk/images/dp/products/200920/0010/img98l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pbteen.com/ptimgs/rk/images/dp/products/200918/0027/img85l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 275px;" src="http://www.pbteen.com/ptimgs/rk/images/dp/products/200918/0027/img85l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754343172003001913-102761215559252838?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/102761215559252838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754343172003001913&amp;postID=102761215559252838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/102761215559252838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/102761215559252838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/2009/05/nak-boleh.html' title='nak boleh?'/><author><name>sherrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16304810726686099333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SU9GzpKDPuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/e481yH_oKf8/S220/Untitled-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754343172003001913.post-2351253099709141536</id><published>2009-05-17T17:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T18:05:58.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"  &gt;my holidays  are coming to its end.three weeks is short but at least i got something out of it ($$ hehe).a little excited about next sem but  less excited about the travelling though.i got my results on monday and thank god i didn't fail anything.i was pretty pessismistic about history's result but it turn out to be pretty ok,well at least all the last minute memorizing in the train had been paid off  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been thinking a lot about doing a makeover for my room lately.i mean a REAL makeover.like repainting my walls and relocating the furniture and stuff .there's this  picture in my head about how i want it to look like and thinking about it just makes me even more excited.ooh can't wait ;)&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/2754343172003001913-2351253099709141536?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/2351253099709141536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754343172003001913&amp;postID=2351253099709141536' title='0 Comments'/><link 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style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i think i need to gain some weight.now my clothes seems as though they aren't mine,my jeans has loosen to the point where i have to tighten my belt almost to the last hole and the upper part of my shirt is always saggy which makes me look boob-less than ever.i guess this is what assigments does to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok that's it.throughout this 3 week holiday,i think i am going to stuff myself with anything that is  edible and not care about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheh ye la tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754343172003001913-4274381910374615467?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SU9GzpKDPuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/e481yH_oKf8/S220/Untitled-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754343172003001913.post-3287602625399968395</id><published>2009-04-08T16:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T16:59:08.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my dear assignments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SdxmnpkHVbI/AAAAAAAAAN8/iU3qhHU3WJI/s1600-h/image-upload-217-729957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SdxmnpkHVbI/AAAAAAAAAN8/iU3qhHU3WJI/s320/image-upload-217-729957.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322241691003344306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/Sdxm9WgeMWI/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZEv0trKgtQ8/s1600-h/image-upload-380-724898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/Sdxm9WgeMWI/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZEv0trKgtQ8/s320/image-upload-380-724898.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322242063844913506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/Sdxm2Wac6dI/AAAAAAAAAOE/cGrSQfFv-Mw/s1600-h/image-upload-338-733699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/Sdxm2Wac6dI/AAAAAAAAAOE/cGrSQfFv-Mw/s320/image-upload-338-733699.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322241943560579538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and now i can't look at crayons anymore.&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/2754343172003001913-3287602625399968395?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/3287602625399968395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754343172003001913&amp;postID=3287602625399968395' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/3287602625399968395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/3287602625399968395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-dear-assignments.html' title='my dear assignments'/><author><name>sherrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16304810726686099333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SU9GzpKDPuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/e481yH_oKf8/S220/Untitled-1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SdxmnpkHVbI/AAAAAAAAAN8/iU3qhHU3WJI/s72-c/image-upload-217-729957.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754343172003001913.post-1245116696295326007</id><published>2009-03-26T11:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T11:08:39.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ergh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;penat.assignment lame belum siap,assignment baru dah bertambah-tambah.&lt;br /&gt;final lagi 3 minggu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bagus,tak tido lah aku sampai final.&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/2754343172003001913-1245116696295326007?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/1245116696295326007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754343172003001913&amp;postID=1245116696295326007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/1245116696295326007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_It_M-r58-5M/R-1Lz_8WzwI/AAAAAAAAAnc/FqRePQnahE4/s400/screen-capture-6.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754343172003001913-7721622129765058295?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/7721622129765058295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754343172003001913&amp;postID=7721622129765058295' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/7721622129765058295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/7721622129765058295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>sherrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16304810726686099333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SU9GzpKDPuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/e481yH_oKf8/S220/Untitled-1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_It_M-r58-5M/R-1Lz_8WzwI/AAAAAAAAAnc/FqRePQnahE4/s72-c/screen-capture-6.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754343172003001913.post-5959971137761190028</id><published>2009-02-28T15:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T15:57:26.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why does going online and being in front of the computer gets more fun especially when i have a headache?especially when all i have to do right now is take a nap because i am just sleepy.especially when there's craploads of assignments waiting to be done.especially when my exam is only next week.why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/2754343172003001913-5959971137761190028?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/5959971137761190028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754343172003001913&amp;postID=5959971137761190028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/5959971137761190028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/5959971137761190028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/2009/02/why.html' title='why?'/><author><name>sherrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16304810726686099333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SU9GzpKDPuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/e481yH_oKf8/S220/Untitled-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754343172003001913.post-4027660121804131207</id><published>2009-02-18T14:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T19:43:45.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;aku taknak pegi college lagi esok.aku nak biar demam ni betul-betul hilang dulu baru aku nak pegi.selsema dengan batuk aku masih belum hilang lagi tapi alhamdulillah tekak tak rasa sakit macam hari pertama haritu.kalau aku pegi college dengan selsema dan batuk macamni,aku terpaksa pula hidu asap-asap kereta masa tunggu bas.aku tak sanggup dah nak biar batuk ni jadi lagi teruk.dengan keadaan macamni juga,aku  tak sanggup untuk duduk dalam class yang ber air-cond untuk 3 jam beruturut-turut.aku pelik macamana classmate aku yang lain boleh tahan duduk dalam class dengan shorts  &amp;amp; sleeveless sedangkan aku yang pakai lengan panjang+sweater+tudung pun mengiggil-gigil menahan sejuk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;dah 3 hari aku demam dan 3 dah 3 hari jugak la aku ponteng class tapi mc aku cuma untuk 2 hari.kalau aku nak ponteng sampai lusa aku kene amik mc baru.mak aku tanya "takpe ke cuti lame-lame sangat macamni?".aku pun bagitahu la classmate aku sorang tu pun cuti seminggu jugak haritu die siap takde reason pun kenape ponteng.siap minggu seterusnya tu,dia ponteng sehari lagi,lek je.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;habisla mesti homework yang dah bertimbun-timbun akan lagi membukit.padehal assignments dan homework yang sebelum ni pun aku banyak belum siap lagi pastu ni nak kene tambah lagi.oh memang best sangat.tapi nasib homework boleh hantar bile-bile je.kire yang aku kene siapkan cepat-cepat skarang ni adalah assigments sebab assesment lagi 3 minggu je.walaupun dengan batuk dan selsema macamni,aku tetap kuatkan semangat untuk siapkan assignment yang ini tadi (;p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SZus_rDJuEI/AAAAAAAAAM0/oN5JbhzAF6w/s1600-h/P1013663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SZus_rDJuEI/AAAAAAAAAM0/oN5JbhzAF6w/s320/P1013663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304023196046571586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aku pilih gambar twiggy sebab aku rasa dia cantik.kalau diperhatikan betul-betul gambar twiggy yang dekat bawah tu sebenarnya dihasilkan dengan dot-dot kecil dengan menggunakan pen artline 0.2.walaupun agak penat buat dotting tu,tapi bagi aku ia agak menyeronokkan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tapi jangan khuatir,bukan ini sahaja.terdapat banyak lagi assignments yang sedang menunggu aku.mungkin 5 lagi atau mungkin lebih.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh,how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i never knew college life would be this sweet&lt;/span&gt;.not.&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/2754343172003001913-4027660121804131207?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/4027660121804131207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754343172003001913&amp;postID=4027660121804131207' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/4027660121804131207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/4027660121804131207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/2009/02/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>sherrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16304810726686099333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SU9GzpKDPuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/e481yH_oKf8/S220/Untitled-1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SZus_rDJuEI/AAAAAAAAAM0/oN5JbhzAF6w/s72-c/P1013663.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754343172003001913.post-2543553090891528393</id><published>2009-02-14T10:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T10:31:59.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gile cool an</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.olsenhaus.com/images/shoes/luck_black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 242px;" src="http://www.olsenhaus.com/images/shoes/luck_black.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.olsenhaus.com/images/shoes/groove_camel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 265px;" src="http://www.olsenhaus.com/images/shoes/groove_camel.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.olsenhaus.com/images/shoes/luck_blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 252px;" src="http://www.olsenhaus.com/images/shoes/luck_blue.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;love the paint splatter effect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754343172003001913-2543553090891528393?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/2543553090891528393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754343172003001913&amp;postID=2543553090891528393' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/2543553090891528393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/2543553090891528393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/2009/02/gile-cool.html' title='gile cool an'/><author><name>sherrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16304810726686099333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SU9GzpKDPuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/e481yH_oKf8/S220/Untitled-1.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754343172003001913.post-4581095919569392236</id><published>2009-02-03T15:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T15:39:53.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>akibat assignment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ini perbualan antara aku dengan classmate aku tadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Fish Taro 鱼仔太郎 近所の家の女の&lt;/span&gt; sent 2/3/2009 3:16 PM:&lt;br /&gt;assignment !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Fish Taro 鱼仔太郎 近所の家の女&lt;/span&gt;の sent 2/3/2009 3:16 PM:&lt;br /&gt;aku benci ni !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sherrin&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;why why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sherrin &lt;/span&gt;says:&lt;br /&gt;heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Fish Taro 鱼仔太郎 近所の家の女の&lt;/span&gt; sent 2/3/2009 3:17 PM:&lt;br /&gt;malas nak buat ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sherrin&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;i knoww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sherrin&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;malas gile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Fish Taro 鱼仔太郎 近所の家の女の&lt;/span&gt; sent 2/3/2009 3:18 PM:&lt;br /&gt;eh leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Fish Taro 鱼仔太郎 近所の家の女の&lt;/span&gt; sent 2/3/2009 3:18 PM:&lt;br /&gt;biasa la tu kan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sherrin&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;eh kejap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Fish Taro 鱼仔太郎 近所の家の女の&lt;/span&gt; sent 2/3/2009 3:18 PM:&lt;br /&gt;u dapat lesen kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Fish Taro 鱼仔太郎 近所の家の女の&lt;/span&gt; sent 2/3/2009 3:18 PM:&lt;br /&gt;langgar cikgu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haih violent sungguh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Fish Taro 鱼仔太郎 近所の家の女の &lt;/span&gt;sent 2/3/2009 3:29 PM:&lt;br /&gt;eh i offline la ..&lt;br /&gt;Sherrin says:&lt;br /&gt;ooh ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sherrin&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;takpe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Fish Taro 鱼仔太郎 近所の家の女の&lt;/span&gt; sent 2/3/2009 3:29 PM:&lt;br /&gt;nak continue buat assignment yg celaka tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Fish Taro 鱼仔太郎 近所の家の女の&lt;/span&gt; sent 2/3/2009 3:29 PM:&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah,lawak ah.kat luar nampak baik je.&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/2754343172003001913-4581095919569392236?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/4581095919569392236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754343172003001913&amp;postID=4581095919569392236' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/4581095919569392236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/4581095919569392236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/2009/02/angkara-assignment-yang-banyak.html' title='akibat assignment'/><author><name>sherrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16304810726686099333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SU9GzpKDPuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/e481yH_oKf8/S220/Untitled-1.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754343172003001913.post-4826225310690778303</id><published>2009-01-31T10:18:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T10:57:43.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>malas la</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cuti aku tinggal lagi 2 hari je lagi.selasa class dah start.damn,that means proses one hour travel shah alam-tmn melawati-shah alam akan bermula balik.semalam dapat sms dari college,"computer terminology class on tuesday 3/2/09 is cancelled.thank you".alang-alang dah cancel class computer,cancel jela terus kelas drawing yang pukul 11 tu haih malas nye la nak start class balik.assignments ade belambak lagi yang perlu dicompletekan,cume aku perlu put on hold untuk assignment A&amp;amp;D fundamental sebab ink artline 0.3 aku dah habis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sepatutnya harini aku keluar dengan kawan-kawan lame aku puteri dengan izyan yang dah berabad dah tak jumpe tu tapi last-last tak jadi sebab puteri ade hal.actual plan die semalam kitorang nak keluar tapi aku pulak ade hal lain.tengok-tengok harini pun tak boleh.takde jodoh laa tuuu kot ;p so plan ditukarkan ke minggu hadapan.mintak-mintak a jadi minggu depan.ye ye je minggu depan,padahal aku ade class sampai jumaat.tapi jumaat depan class ade buat orientation dekat desa water park ape jadah tah.that is so not my thanggg chey.bukanla aku memandang hina semua orang yang pegi desa water park tapi,aku tak pernah jadi seseorang yang enjoy splashing in the water dan bersuka ria di dalam air.(tak fun kan aku ni?)lagi-lagi apabila terpaksa travel satu jam daripada rumah untuk ke college terlebih dahulu.memang benar-benar menguji mood aku lah kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;aduh sherrin.ko perlu positivity like,seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754343172003001913-4826225310690778303?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/4826225310690778303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754343172003001913&amp;postID=4826225310690778303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/4826225310690778303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/4826225310690778303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/2009/01/cuti-aku-tinggal-lagi-2-hari-je-lagi.html' title='malas la'/><author><name>sherrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16304810726686099333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SU9GzpKDPuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/e481yH_oKf8/S220/Untitled-1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754343172003001913.post-1584048902229261956</id><published>2009-01-17T13:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T18:05:39.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh god,please let these thoughts get out of my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;its only the 2nd week of college and i am already mourning over my past holidays.my past 1 year holiday to be exact.gosh,it wasn't until now that i realized how much ample time there was for me last year.suddenly i am missing my working days,school,and just being at home doing nothing.i remember when i use to have nothing to do at home and that i would whine and complain to myself about it and wished i was busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i was pampered to the point where i almost forgot that one day,the freedom will eventually end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and now,i barely have time to even complain.now i know,how precious those days were.too bad it's not going to come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the classes in college are fun.the people are being nice to me except that i am still not used to taking the train back home all by myself,waking up at 6 in the morning to a one hour drive and walking(sometimes under the hot sun) to a bus stop which is quite a distance from the college building.i hope i can get over this routine as soon,really soon as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/2754343172003001913-1584048902229261956?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/1584048902229261956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754343172003001913&amp;postID=1584048902229261956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/1584048902229261956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/1584048902229261956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-godplease-let-these-thoughts-get-out.html' title=''/><author><name>sherrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16304810726686099333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SU9GzpKDPuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/e481yH_oKf8/S220/Untitled-1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754343172003001913.post-6078429717318108736</id><published>2009-01-09T20:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T21:15:55.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hari pertama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;semalam merupakan hari pertama aku di kolej.sepatutnye aku datang pada hari isnin,tapi disebabkan aku demam,aku terpaksa datang 2 hari lewat daripada pelajar lain.dengan itu,aku telas miss hari orientation aku yang pertama di college.tak pernah terlintas di fikiran aku sebelum ni,yang aku akan ponteng pada hari pertama aku di college,tapi takpe,mungkin ade hikmah disebaliknya ;p tak pernah juga terlintas di fikiran aku,yang aku akan menjadi orang paling bising dalam kelas pada hari pertama aku.bukan bising apa,bising sebab batuk.ye,walaupun demam aku dah hilang tapi aku masih lagi batuk.batuk yang stock tekak masih terasa gatal walaupun telah berkali-kali cuba keluarkan batuk.kelas aku bermula pada jam 8.30 dan berakhir pada 3.30 petang semalam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;semalam juga aku telah cuba satu benda baru.bukan pierce lidah mahupun bungee jump,tapi menaiki bas.ye,seumur hidup aku,aku tak pernah naik bas.aku bukan bercakap pasal bas sekolah tapi public bas macam rapid kl.takpe,anda boleh gelak sekarang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mula-mula daripada bas stop sampai ke ampang point aku ditemani classmate aku,lepastu sampai di ampang point aku turun sendiri dan tungu bas untuk pegi ke klcc.dan di klcc aku akan tunggu ayah aku yang officenya bersebelahan klcc untuk pulang bersama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh dan thanks dekat classmate aku yang bernama yu yang teman aku sampai ke ampang point,yang offer untuk bagi nombor-nombor bas yang nak ke klcc,lepastu siap mesej semula untuk check samada aku dah sampai ke belum.serious doh die ni,terharu sangat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SWdL9Eybl8I/AAAAAAAAAMg/yS4ent2z1DQ/s1600-h/P1013604+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SWdL9Eybl8I/AAAAAAAAAMg/yS4ent2z1DQ/s320/P1013604+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289279799999305666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                             &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tiket bas pertama seumur hidup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(taktahu kenapa aku tibe-tibe gune ayat-ayat macamni harini)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754343172003001913-6078429717318108736?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SU9GzpKDPuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/e481yH_oKf8/S220/Untitled-1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SWdL9Eybl8I/AAAAAAAAAMg/yS4ent2z1DQ/s72-c/P1013604+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754343172003001913.post-7122526649383629908</id><published>2009-01-03T00:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T01:44:10.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is the new year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;once again we viewed a passing of another year.there it went,just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will surely miss the 12 months of freedom i had last year.it was the most relaxing most easiest 12 months i've ever had in my life.i am sort of reluctant to let this go,but i guess im ready to say bye bye to those days of waking up late and filling up my days doing nothing,those days which smelt of freedom and potato chips heh.eventhough this scares me like hell,but hello 2009 and hello college!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754343172003001913-7122526649383629908?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/7122526649383629908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SU9GzpKDPuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/e481yH_oKf8/S220/Untitled-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754343172003001913.post-4465275806906803441</id><published>2008-12-18T20:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T15:37:42.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i have a skirt to complete,just another driving test to pass and a few more weeks until college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it feels good  to be busy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SVCVJBvgPbI/AAAAAAAAAMY/1hyKHUsHQio/s1600-h/P1013600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thanks atiqah for tagging :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Each player writes a little blog of 15 weird or little known facts about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;* People who gets tagged needs to state the rule clearly before hand.&lt;br /&gt;* At the end, you need to choose 10 people to tag and write their names down.&lt;br /&gt;* No Tags back!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. sometimes i look at strangers nails and compare them to mine just to see whose is worst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.if i am extremely quiet that'll mean i am shy or that i have completely nothing to say.its either one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.i can spend a whole day just by going out even when i know i am tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.supermarkets excite me,like seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.i dont like to buy rings.because when i buy them i know i will wear them not more than 3 times and then they'll end up in the box till only god knows how long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. when i am nervous,i tend to lick my lips a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.i like to create my own dialogue of people arguing in my head sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. i dress up according to my mood and where i am going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. i have this habit of getting into the shower after, i leave it running first for 10 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. i hate waking up in the morning at people telling me what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. i think braces are super pretty,i wish i could get em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. i am more of a night person.i enjoy sleeping really late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. my watch is missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. sometimes i don't just bite my straw,i chew it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. i still wear to sleep the t-shirt i had since i was 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so u think you're weird?heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tagging&lt;br /&gt;1. ok&lt;br /&gt;2. everyone&lt;br /&gt;3. on&lt;br /&gt;4.my&lt;br /&gt;5. blog&lt;br /&gt;6. list&lt;br /&gt;7. :))&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754343172003001913-2574555269825060952?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/2574555269825060952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754343172003001913&amp;postID=2574555269825060952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/2574555269825060952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/2574555269825060952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanks-atiqah-for-tagging-each-player.html' title=''/><author><name>sherrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16304810726686099333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SU9GzpKDPuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/e481yH_oKf8/S220/Untitled-1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754343172003001913.post-1871545654504198857</id><published>2008-12-04T19:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T19:54:18.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LBGzXks_mQ/SMzFgV5jFtI/AAAAAAAABwM/05A1rFf5ukc/s1600/andreabuzyn2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LBGzXks_mQ/SMzFgV5jFtI/AAAAAAAABwM/05A1rFf5ukc/s1600/andreabuzyn2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i am really liking black these days.&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/2754343172003001913-1871545654504198857?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/1871545654504198857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754343172003001913&amp;postID=1871545654504198857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/1871545654504198857'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;never before in my life i encountered such a beautiful thing.last night,myself altogether with the rest of the people in that very hall,witnessed  a non-muslim being converted into a muslim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my neighbourhood held an open talk on islam at the dewan near my house and it was open for anybody including non-muslims.the person who gave the talk whose name is sheikh yusof  estes ,is a convert himself.he hails from texas and has been a muslim since 1991 and has been giving islam-related talks around the world ever since.and believe me,he is a funny,funny man which made the talk more interesting and not boring.it amazes me to see a white old man with a texan accent talking about something i could religously relate to.for a white man to clearly speak verses and verses of surahs from the quran,and telling you of the importance of  'hafazan'.i bet each and every one of us in the hall last night felt a burden of shame in ourselves when we were asked  "how many of you in here have memorize the quran?" and nobody, not even a single soul of the majority of muslims in that dewan raised a hand.i could see the dissapointment in sheikh yusof  estes and he then says "what is wrong with you guys?" ,expression full of distraught.that sure does ring a bell to us doesn't it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;people were allowed to write questions and then were read and answered by him at the end of his talk.some of the questions that i remembered was "does a  muslim have to wear a hijab?" , "do muslim men have to grow a beard","where is allah?".lastly,he read out the last piece of paper and it read,"i believe in god,and i believe that muhammad is his messenger.but can i worship god in my own way?".he asks if the person could stand up and called him to sit up front.sheikh asked a few questions to the man who  claimed to be 26 years old and wasn't a muslim yet at that point.sheikh then told each and every the rukun islam to the man and asked him "can you do all that?" and he nodded in interest.me and the other 200 people in the hall just watched and listened in full concentration,everyone went completely silent.lastly,sheikh recited the kalimah syahadah and the man repeated it and he automatically became a ligitimate muslim.i was on the edge of my seat and nearly cried,seriously.people cheered and somebody let out a loud "allahuakbar".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i don't know about you guys,but i am so amaze by this that i can't stop thinking about it.i felt lucky to be one of the witnesses of  such thing and i am very glad i came.may the man who just converted,become a good muslim.insyaallah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754343172003001913-8116957867864123336?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/8116957867864123336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754343172003001913&amp;postID=8116957867864123336' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wasn't really an avid follower of the latest season of america's next top model until stumbling upon it last week.and i immediately found my favourite contestant, marjorie conrad.i think she's pretty,plus you just gotta love the pixie haircut&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cwtv.com/thecw/gen-gallery-antm11-models/9/images/c/0006/cw-antm11-marjorie-container_019542-1e6fce-500x667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 481px;" src="http://www.cwtv.com/thecw/gen-gallery-antm11-models/9/images/c/0006/cw-antm11-marjorie-container_019542-1e6fce-500x667.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in this week's shoot.her shot was titled "trying to pee in a difficult dress".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cwtv.com/thecw/gen-gallery-antm11-models/9/images/c/0007/cw-antm11-marjorie-container_021551-1fdf17-500x333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 416px; height: 277px;" src="http://www.cwtv.com/thecw/gen-gallery-antm11-models/9/images/c/0007/cw-antm11-marjorie-container_021551-1fdf17-500x333.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on her next shoot.i just had to post this,sorry i spoiled it for ya.heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cwtv.com/thecw/gen-gallery-antm11-models/9/images/c/0007/cw-antm11-marjorie-container_022511-427e04-500x637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 458px;" src="http://www.cwtv.com/thecw/gen-gallery-antm11-models/9/images/c/0007/cw-antm11-marjorie-container_022511-427e04-500x637.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she looks like a boy here,but a pretty one.agree?&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/2754343172003001913-8895455799851460929?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/8895455799851460929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SU9GzpKDPuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/e481yH_oKf8/S220/Untitled-1.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754343172003001913.post-3560601162714720514</id><published>2008-11-23T00:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:23:05.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="postBody" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"  &gt;i was tagged by izzaty :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="postBody" style="color: rgb(119, 119, 119);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"  &gt;therefore,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Top 10 Most Favorite Foods :&lt;br /&gt;chicken brocolli&lt;br /&gt;mash potatoes&lt;br /&gt;lasagna&lt;br /&gt;tiramisu&lt;br /&gt;pizza&lt;br /&gt;scrambled eggs&lt;br /&gt;puding raja&lt;br /&gt;caramel pudding&lt;br /&gt;telur masin&lt;br /&gt;tempe goreng(hehe seriously)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 10 Things I Love Doing :&lt;br /&gt;going out&lt;br /&gt;reading&lt;br /&gt;writing&lt;br /&gt;spending money on pretty things&lt;br /&gt;fashion magazines&lt;br /&gt;making up my own video clip of a cool  song in my head&lt;br /&gt;the usual late night phone calls ;) hehe&lt;br /&gt;laughing&lt;br /&gt;sketching&lt;br /&gt;sewing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things I Love Doing When I'm EMO :&lt;br /&gt;being alone&lt;br /&gt;watch tv&lt;br /&gt;go out&lt;br /&gt;internet&lt;br /&gt;listen to sad songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 5 Types of Guys I Adore :&lt;br /&gt;respects others&lt;br /&gt;funny&lt;br /&gt;has good taste in music&lt;br /&gt;thoughtful&lt;br /&gt;accepts me for who i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things I Love Doing When I'm Happy :&lt;br /&gt;laugh&lt;br /&gt;be silly&lt;br /&gt;eat&lt;br /&gt;sketch&lt;br /&gt;shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things I Wish To Happen :&lt;br /&gt;to be able to sew my first dress sucessfully&lt;br /&gt;get a new bag&lt;br /&gt;liking my new college&lt;br /&gt;get new friends&lt;br /&gt;for me to be good to people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Top 10 Most Addicted Song :&lt;br /&gt;terlalu banyak ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 People I Wish To Tag :&lt;br /&gt;anybody on my blog roll,go ahead guys :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;input name="postID" value="770120922967415788" type="hidden"&gt; &lt;input name="blogID" value="2754343172003001913" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div class="errorbox-good"&gt;&lt;input name="securityToken" value="4zQLAdyCoUgiBggsazof-5Hls2U:1227369796145" type="hidden"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754343172003001913-3560601162714720514?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/3560601162714720514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754343172003001913&amp;postID=3560601162714720514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/3560601162714720514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/3560601162714720514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-was-tagged-by-izzatytherefore-my-top.html' title='tagged'/><author><name>sherrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16304810726686099333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SU9GzpKDPuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/e481yH_oKf8/S220/Untitled-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754343172003001913.post-21163068786677972</id><published>2008-11-16T16:39:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:10:20.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i woke up today with tears in my eyes.shit,i've been having a lot of sad dreams lately scary dreams,of me being mad at.i wonder why.i think it goes with the song that's playing on the radio at that time.cause when i woke up this morning,some sort of mellow song was playing though i can't remember whose was it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;at about 10 mom asked if i wanted to follow her to a wedding,knowing that i didn't have anything planned for today,i decided to count myself  in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the wedding was at dewan risda,somewhere in ampang.we got there,ate,my parents talked to some friends and off we went.on the way back we stopped by ikano cause mom wanted to buy her favourite chocolate cake at a shop called "chocolate world".contrary to its name,this so called chocolate world is actually just a small counter (sort of like the famous amos in midvalley,only  smaller).i was really surprised actually with what it turn out to be.so much for "chocolate world" huh?i felt really sleepy probably because it was 3 o'clock in the evening and really hot outside.with my baju kurung and heels on,i can't help but feel dizzy all the way while walking from the carpark to "chocolate world" and back and forth.luckily,after paying for the delicious kek coklat,we headed back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and now here i am,in front of the pc killing away time.plus its raining.but i like this :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754343172003001913-21163068786677972?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/21163068786677972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754343172003001913&amp;postID=21163068786677972' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/21163068786677972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/21163068786677972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/2008/11/sunday.html' title='sunday'/><author><name>sherrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16304810726686099333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SU9GzpKDPuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/e481yH_oKf8/S220/Untitled-1.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754343172003001913.post-578194343581761121</id><published>2008-11-09T17:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T17:32:55.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sometimes,even the littlest twich can make you crumble and frown the whole day.even if you don't wan to be.even when you know you have actually got what you wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird isn't it how moodswings work?&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/2754343172003001913-578194343581761121?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SU9GzpKDPuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/e481yH_oKf8/S220/Untitled-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754343172003001913.post-6227831299844561688</id><published>2008-11-07T13:47:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T19:47:42.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kelas jahit II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;alhamdulillah,harini aku dah boleh jahit gune benang and kain.cheh,macam la dah boleh jahit baju  ;p.tapi nasib aa step yang trace atas kertas tu dah habis.bile dah jahit atas kain ni best sikit sbb ade grip,kalau kertas dah la nipis pastu sikit-sikit terkoyak.tension aje.puas hati jugak la harini dah start gune kain ngan benang :) line zigzag ngan straight dah settle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SRPaF2MHlwI/AAAAAAAAAKI/nFh-vVsOwxI/s1600-h/P1013401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SRPaF2MHlwI/AAAAAAAAAKI/nFh-vVsOwxI/s320/P1013401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265792183306786562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tapi lepas ni kene trace lines yang ni pulak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SRPaZzwlX-I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/zIo24Pr7cpc/s1600-h/P1013402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SRPaZzwlX-I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/zIo24Pr7cpc/s320/P1013402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265792526251810786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;good luck sherrin,haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754343172003001913-6227831299844561688?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/6227831299844561688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754343172003001913&amp;postID=6227831299844561688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/6227831299844561688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/6227831299844561688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/2008/11/kelas-jahit-ii.html' title='kelas jahit II'/><author><name>sherrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16304810726686099333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SU9GzpKDPuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/e481yH_oKf8/S220/Untitled-1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SRPaF2MHlwI/AAAAAAAAAKI/nFh-vVsOwxI/s72-c/P1013401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754343172003001913.post-5003154067436064656</id><published>2008-11-05T16:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T17:04:53.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kelas jahit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;harini second day of kelas menjahit aku.yep,finally ade jugak la benda untuk aku look forward to tiap hari sebelum masuk college ni.semalam everything went fine,task pertama yang diberi adalah aku kene trace banyak-banyak lines daripada kertas dengan menggunakan mesin jahit.since ni first time aku handle mesin jahit,aunty tu suruh aku practice trace without benang dulu so that nanti bile dah smooth,barulah gune benang dengan kain pulak.gile ah smalam,first time dalam seumur hidup aku handle mesin jahit haha mane tak lenguh urat kaki dan bahu.10 kertas pertama  tu consists of line lurus,zigzag,triangle dan squares so okay la,boleh tahan lagi.skali bile dah habis yang tu,kene trace lines bengkang bengkok ngan bentuk S pulak.ok yang tu,sumpahh susahhh aku buat semue terkeluar dari line.horror gile keadaan kertas tu kalau tengok balik haha.nasib satu kertas je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pastu harini,kene buat benda same jugak.mula-mula sampai tadi,aunty tu suruh trace straight lines and triangles.okay je no hal.skali,adee lagi yang line bengkang-bengkok cam smalam.cume kali ni ape tau,die bagi 5 kertas and sume consists of line bentuk ombak,spiral dan bentuk-bentuk yang sama susah.sampai pening kepala aku tadi dok trace lines-lines tu.dahla dengan perut kosongnye,lepastu sorang pekerja aunty tu tak habis-habis gelak kat aku setiap kali aku cam terkeluar daripada line.yeahh,terime kasih,anda sememangnya mebantu ;p tapi tak dinafikan aku suka cara nak handle mesin tu eventho sakit kaki,tengkuk dan jari.maybe sebab sebelum ni aku tak eprnah langsung gune mesin tu kot.esok ade kelas lagi and mintak-mintak la takde lagi lines bengkang-bengkok,ombak,spiral tu semua eh aunty.pleasee?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754343172003001913-5003154067436064656?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SU9GzpKDPuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/e481yH_oKf8/S220/Untitled-1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754343172003001913.post-5459831802804974749</id><published>2008-11-02T18:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T19:25:03.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>epitome of sexy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lets play pretend&lt;/span&gt;:if &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i were to stay in europe and had all the money,i would spend my cash on these neat winter boots.prepare to salivate,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/untitled/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=4409821"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFkRGSDRRdENvM1JHN19iVS1NckJiUmcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="Untitled" border="0" 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sexy'/><author><name>sherrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16304810726686099333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SU9GzpKDPuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/e481yH_oKf8/S220/Untitled-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754343172003001913.post-8701952874933391738</id><published>2008-10-30T00:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T01:11:54.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rindu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this expected feeling has returned yet again.like all the previous years,on at the exact time,i am missing bulan puasa.aku memang macamni,tiap kali nak habis raya,aku akan rindu bulan puasa.aku rasa tak penah dalam seumur hidup aku,aku tak rindu bulan puasa.even masa time aku tak stat puasa penuh lagi pun,perasaan rindu kat bulan puasa mesti ade.tahla,somehow bagi aku bulan puasa memang ade susana die sendiri yang buat kite ingat sampaailah the next raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masa bulan puasa tahun ni,aku banyak dengar lagu camera obscura,repeatedly.so tadi bila aku dengar balik lagu if looks could kill teringat balik time aku selalu makan nasi goreng seven eleven untuk sahur depan pc.teringat time sebelum pegi bazaar ramadhan aku dengar lagu tu dalam bilik kejap.teringat time aku online pastu dekat tv tengah ade 'jejak rasul' hehe.kalau bulan puasa masa darjah enam aku banyak dengar lagu missy elliot-work it(haha).sbb masa tu video clip die tiap hari rancak dimainkan di mtv ;p.so tiap kali terdengar lagu tu mesti teringat bulan puasa mase darjah enam.setengah orang maybe tak faham kenapa aku rindu,setengah orang mungkin boleh.tapi feeling ni memang tak boleh dibuang since dah lame dah.macam memang wajib rindu la bulan puasa tiap tahun.tu aku la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skarang everything's settled.raye pun dah nak habis.raya?biase je la.sekejap je raya.aku tau memang aku banyak cakap pasal betapa cepatnye masa berlalu and whatnot an tapi sekarang ni aku nak cakap, yang mase..memang cepat berlalu pun and that's that an?tak boleh buat pape.lepas ni hello driver's licence and college for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2754343172003001913-8701952874933391738?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/8701952874933391738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754343172003001913&amp;postID=8701952874933391738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/8701952874933391738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/8701952874933391738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/2008/10/rindu.html' title='rindu'/><author><name>sherrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16304810726686099333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SU9GzpKDPuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/e481yH_oKf8/S220/Untitled-1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754343172003001913.post-2929850234303518567</id><published>2008-10-21T22:24:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T15:47:33.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>old times</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;10 years ago i was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eight years old and was really into school and thought that toys r' us was the coolest place on earth.i also collected polly pockets and was really into bike riding with friends aww :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9 years ago i was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nine years old.batu seremban and rope skipping was like the "ultimate thing" back then.its like,if you suck at them both then you're not cool enough or something(actually i made this up).most of my friends were really good at them both which made me look like a loser when we played.i remember i brought my batu seremban to school one day and got it rampas by my class teacher.luckily it only took me a simple "cikgu nak balik batu seremban boleh?" to get it back.we played rope skipping mostly during pj.as we all know every skipping routine has its own song and until today,i still do not understand the meaning to this"belu belat ikan kasar,evi evi the over".i mean,do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 years ago i was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ten years old.at that age i witnessed a classmate's finger whose name was azmi(chey ingat lagi) being acidentally slammed onto by a door.i think i was the only one who saw it from the beginning besides the boy who accidentally slammed it.azmi then just ran as quickly to the teacher's office,crying.kesian gile.after the incident we could see little left overs of flesh dekat kekisi pintu tu.sick aint it?heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 years ago i was:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eleven years old.strange but true,i was in the first class and surprisingly received good grades throughout the year.i don't know what happened.funny but still true,i even was selected to become a prefect.but then again,almost half of the school's students including my friends became prefects.time recess mesti macam segerombolan tu hijau je semua ahah.poyo je ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 years ago i was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;twelve years old.gosh was i a nerd,and really really shy around boys.oh tapi tahun ni best.lots of ups and downs.eventhough i had tuition almost on everyday of the week ,but it was still the best year out of all my primary school years.me and my friends had our own spot at recess which was,in front of the girl's toilet.sometimes when teachers don't show up,we would lepak at the spot which we named "tempat berangin".we named it tempat berangin because each time we were there,we would get strong winds blowing from the beach beside our school.a perfect spot to escape from class stress.kan nisa?(if you're reading).the highlight of the year would be after upsr ended.we had a superfun trip to melaka-kl.and when our results were out i never knew i would cry.i mean really,really cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 years ago i was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;thirteen,ok you get it.well i have to say that it wasn't a really good year for me.i had to move from my hometown of 13 years to a place which is 6 hours away.it was sad.i had a hard time ignoring the sadness and it made me hard to adapt to new things in a new environment.it took me a long time to really accept the change.i think,i cried in the toilet almost every morning since after i moved.on the exact year,i was also totally relieved and happy at the fact that well..puberty finally hit me.what?i was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A year ago i was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;seventeeeen.i was on the verge of leaving school and i couldn't wait.everything seems quite surreal and time was moving so fast.spm pass by so quickly that even after months and months i still couldn't believe it was over aha.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754343172003001913-2929850234303518567?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/2929850234303518567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754343172003001913&amp;postID=2929850234303518567' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/2929850234303518567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/2929850234303518567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/2008/10/10-years-ago-i-was-eight-years-old-and.html' title='old times'/><author><name>sherrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16304810726686099333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SU9GzpKDPuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/e481yH_oKf8/S220/Untitled-1.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754343172003001913.post-5165275171280521694</id><published>2008-10-21T18:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T22:22:44.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>big big love - foals</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;changed my layout for the 100th time this week,ok i am exaggerating.maybe its only the 3rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 6 o' clock and i need to shower.serioussslyyy.&lt;br /&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/2754343172003001913-5165275171280521694?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/5165275171280521694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754343172003001913&amp;postID=5165275171280521694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/5165275171280521694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/5165275171280521694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/2008/10/big-big-love-foals.html' title='big big love - foals'/><author><name>sherrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16304810726686099333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SU9GzpKDPuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/e481yH_oKf8/S220/Untitled-1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754343172003001913.post-7571310802299242369</id><published>2008-10-07T22:45:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T13:57:14.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pagi yang cranky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;yesterday me an my cousin nawa went to kl.she had an interview to attend to.being the jobless person that i am, i decided to accompany her.we took the train from batu tiga to kl sentral,and from kl sentral we took a cab to the UOA building.as we walked into the automatic doors,we straighly head to the reception desk(or whatever you call it).at the desk,there was a man in a police-like suit,scribbling something onto what looked like a guest book.beside us was another older man,looking like he was waiting anxiously.so we just waited.the lobby was quiet,just how office lobbies should be.suddenly the older man beside us blurted out to the man in the police suit "hey lain kali cepat sikit la!saya nak cepat ni!saya banyak kerja la!bla bla".bet the whole lobby could hear his voice.terkejut,tengah-tengah blur tibe-tibe ade orang jerit macam tu an.but seriously,the guy in the police suit,was extremely slow.tapi boleh lagi die menjawab heh.and then finally it was our turn.nawa signed the guest book,and we went up.the interview ended about an hour after that i  guess,but i really thought it was surprisingly quick for an interview.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:webdings;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;after that we walked to klcc and had lunch at signature.i had chicken lasagne which didn't look at all like what i saw from the picture.the picture showed a 3 layered lasagne,with the red sauce in between,white sauce oozing out from the sides and the top part a little bit thick.it  looked very convincing.tapi dapat-dapat ha amik,layer ke mane top part kemane.bersepah.serious ah,tapi sebab dah lapar sangat makan je lah.done eating we went to topshop browsed here and there but bought nothing.the shoes were purrrrdy(pehal tibe-tibe) but why oh why do they have to have pig skin lining?saje je.then we went to zara i tried on a t-shirt but didn't bought it also.lawa ah.after zara went to parkson,and lastly kinokuniya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:webdings;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;kinokuniya.don't you just want to live in there?first i went and checked out the books at the crafts and hobbies section.nothing really caught my eye.then i went to the stationeries section.i saw these huge pencil cases which i thought was really cool.but then i passed that also and decided to go to the upper part of kinokuniya.there was this fashion illustration book that i have been eyeing on since last month.the book basically teaches you on how to sketch figures in a variety of poses.i really thought i needed it.and today the long awaited anticipation has finally ceased.my dad takes a train from klcc everyday beacause his office is just beside klcc,so today before going back,my dad met me at kinokuniya and paid for the book.thanks pa hehe.and then we all went back together.we took the train from klcc to kelana jaya and from kj,my dad drove us back.at home we all had dinner and i slept at about 3 last night with a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harini.at 11 i was awoken by a phone call from mom."sherrin,cube tengok abang dah keluar ke belum?".everyday,my mom has to make sure that my brother wakes up early for college and doesn't doze back off after that.so i got up and knocked on my brother's door."abang mama suruh bangun!"notice that i have to shout.and then i heard him replying "ok!".so i quickly went back to sleep.i even had a dream with my old friends in it(rindu gile) about half an hour after that,suddenly my phone rang,it was mom again.telling me to check if my brother has really woken up.with my mom still on the line, i got up and saw my brother on my parents bed,sleeping with a towel in his arms. "abang,mama suruh bangun" and he replied "ok".and then mom got mad at me because she thought i didn't really wake him up earlier.saba jela.then i got cranky.how many of us would feel the same way if we were awaken from a deep sleep on a cold morning and then being yelled at?not that fun huh.tu la pasal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i continued sleeping and woke up at 2.still being cranky.and the headache i got last night.was still lingering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus,i listened to this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ztIWgEO0vRc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ztIWgEO0vRc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&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/2754343172003001913-7571310802299242369?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/7571310802299242369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754343172003001913&amp;postID=7571310802299242369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/7571310802299242369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/7571310802299242369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/2008/10/hari-ni.html' title='pagi yang cranky'/><author><name>sherrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16304810726686099333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SU9GzpKDPuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/e481yH_oKf8/S220/Untitled-1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754343172003001913.post-5627387318750373452</id><published>2008-09-28T22:36:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T11:52:10.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>raya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after constant shoe hunting sessions that led to numerous headaches,finally,i have found the right pair of high-heels for raya.well,i don't think that it is actually 'the one',but i just grabbed whatever that was in front of me.raya is just in two days,so i might as well just buy it to avoid further regrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;besides,they're just shoes,it's not like i'll be going into people's houses with them on, right?(nak sedapkan hati)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh.raya is just 2 days away.surprising isn't it how fast time flies nowadays?i couldn't even remember what i did everyday for the past 3 weeks,and now,raya is near all of a sudden.last year's first syawal,trips to open houses,endless rendang,ketupat and lontong consumptions are still fresh in mind.even boxes and boxes of last year's untouched biskut rayas are still under the kitchen counter(different story heh).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that's just how time works right now i guess,quickly slipping away right before our eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not that i dread that raya is near but it's kind of sad that ramadhan is coming to its end,and will only be coming back next year.but i am still looking forward for raya and all the joy that it might bring,nonetheless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so let's enjoy the goodness of raya,get fat and observe how quickly this one's going to pass and be surprise again when it ends (only if you're not busy lahap-ing raya food of course ;p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;selamat hari raya,maaf zahir dan batin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SOBO9_NY-wI/AAAAAAAAAF0/xpvTvFvEkt4/s1600-h/2003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SOBO9_NY-wI/AAAAAAAAAF0/xpvTvFvEkt4/s320/2003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251283992360581890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;raya 2003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754343172003001913-5627387318750373452?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/5627387318750373452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754343172003001913&amp;postID=5627387318750373452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/5627387318750373452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/5627387318750373452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/2008/09/raya.html' title='raya'/><author><name>sherrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16304810726686099333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SU9GzpKDPuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/e481yH_oKf8/S220/Untitled-1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SOBO9_NY-wI/AAAAAAAAAF0/xpvTvFvEkt4/s72-c/2003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754343172003001913.post-8855286618782074011</id><published>2008-09-19T22:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T00:44:38.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moodswings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont know why,but i have found my moodswings to be in complete haywire these days.i could be laughing and smiling at one time and completely down at the next.first i say i like this and then i feel like i don't.pening doh.and this other thing, people can't ask me to do things without me whining to myself inside at certain times.i know,i don't understand myself too.its not like all i do now is yell at people,nothing like that.i'll usually just keep it to myself but the feeling is really uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nak cakap ade kekurangan,alhamdulillah semua cukup.aku patut bersyukur dah skarang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i might have just  been too use to this.imagine 9 months of not having to wake up to school blues everyday like i use to.sounds heavenly isn't it?but im afraid this heavenly feeling has taken itself too overboard.i've become too pampered by this luxury,and junk has definitely piled up in me.i am polluted.i've become childish.oh and pms,that should also be the cause to this.about that,i can't say anything.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;womanhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;sorry.but i know this selfishness will dissipate shortly.it will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody,please pinch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754343172003001913-8855286618782074011?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/8855286618782074011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754343172003001913&amp;postID=8855286618782074011' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/8855286618782074011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/8855286618782074011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/2008/09/moodswings.html' title='moodswings'/><author><name>sherrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16304810726686099333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SU9GzpKDPuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/e481yH_oKf8/S220/Untitled-1.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754343172003001913.post-2541704705038234107</id><published>2008-09-15T22:35:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T15:32:47.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>short and sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;i think girls look cool in boyish haircuts.i've read from somewhere that boyish haircuts actually makes a woman's face look more feminine because it brings out our features.however,let's face it,not every one of us can pull off a boyish haircut perfectly can we?well,not unless you have an incredibly gorgeous face and the perfect bone structure.here are some people whom i think totally,totally nailed the do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SM1Th_qitPI/AAAAAAAAAFA/I8il7FWm-9E/s1600-h/boyish.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 207px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SM1Th_qitPI/AAAAAAAAAFA/I8il7FWm-9E/s320/boyish.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245940984447153394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.warholstars.org/indfoto/esvel66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.warholstars.org/indfoto/esvel66.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.artwallpapers.net/actresses/audrey_hepburn_02/05/audrey_hepburn_02_05_800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.artwallpapers.net/actresses/audrey_hepburn_02/05/audrey_hepburn_02_05_800.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                 beautiful women of the earlier days:twiggy,mia farrow,edie sedgwick,audrey hepburn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;most women feel intimidated in cutting their hair that short.some think they might look like a boy if they do,others just prefer keeping them long.looks and flawless bone structure aside,to those of you who who have done it or are currently having this style,i salute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754343172003001913-2541704705038234107?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/2541704705038234107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754343172003001913&amp;postID=2541704705038234107' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/2541704705038234107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/2541704705038234107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/2008/09/short-and-sweet_8783.html' title='short and sweet'/><author><name>sherrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16304810726686099333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SU9GzpKDPuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/e481yH_oKf8/S220/Untitled-1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SM1Th_qitPI/AAAAAAAAAFA/I8il7FWm-9E/s72-c/boyish.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754343172003001913.post-5658154213597646205</id><published>2008-09-12T22:53:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T03:57:57.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ouch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me and a friend ran through a topic about accidents a couple of days back.okay,maybe this shouldn't be called as an 'accident'.maybe it could be properly considered as a slight injury.and so it made me remembered about my first childhood injury and made me want to write this up.it dated back many years ago,i was 5 i think.it wasn't major or anything heck,it was just a teeny weeny one.the incident happen when i was coming out of my house,with a mug in one hand.my intention was to hand the mug over to my mom who was sitting outside.but then suddenly halfway through,i think i tripped and the mug fell on my other hand and hurt my jari kelingking.i remember the doctor making a gesture with his jari kelingking telling me to try and straighten mine,"cube buat macamni",but i couldn't.it really did hurt.and the next thing i know,was that the finger had an ice-cream like stick(only bigger) being placed under it and then it was wrapped.thankfully it wasn't broken,just the hard knock made it very painful.just 2 days afterward,i had the bandage removed already.i couldn't really remember which hand it was though,but right now,my right jari kelingking is definitely straighter then the other,i can tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my other childhood physically painful experiences also involves tripping down a big drain which produced a wound on my knee,getting accidentally knocked by my own big brother on the forehead when i was 6,and it bled.oh and this one still leaves a scar heh.countless,bike-ride falling(haven't we all gone through it?).ok, this is a little funny,but iwhen i was in standard 2,i got an earring stuck to my ear.yes,stuck.i pressed the back and the front part too tightly that when i wanted to take it off,it wouldn't budge till it developed a nanah.i didn't told my mom until one day my mom found it out herself and straighly brought me to the clinic.the earrings took 4 nurses to be removed i am not kidding.of course i did stay still.i yelled out never-ending screams eveytime they touched my ear i did.after that,i swear i wouldn't wear gold earrings anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nothing big,just thought of writing it all out.it can be a constant reminder for me.but let me just hope and pray to god that none of it or anything much more serious would happen ever,&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ever&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; again in the future.nauzubillah :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754343172003001913-5658154213597646205?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/5658154213597646205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754343172003001913&amp;postID=5658154213597646205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/5658154213597646205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/5658154213597646205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/2008/09/ouch_12.html' title='ouch'/><author><name>sherrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16304810726686099333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SU9GzpKDPuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/e481yH_oKf8/S220/Untitled-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754343172003001913.post-4218066813397627123</id><published>2008-09-08T15:41:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T20:55:05.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trouble sleeping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aku ada masalah dengan tidur awal ataupun tido itself.tidur awal dalam case aku tu antara pukul 12-2 pagi.tu kira awal la tu.sebab sejak habis sekolah ni memang time tido aku kalau bukan pukul 3,pukul 4.kenapa aku consider it sebagai masalah?sebab 1st, setiap kalau aku try nak tido awal,mesti fail.2nd,aku ada this habit of suka melambat-lambatkan tido aku.walaupun mata aku dah rase mengantuk.kadang-kadang dah siap baring,selimut dah tarik ,tiba-tiba tak boleh tido pulak.rasa macam ada je benda lain lagi nak buat.rasa macam rugi tiba-tiba kalau tido awal.selalunya kalau jadi macam ni,aku mesti amik diary aku kat book rack sebelah katil and mulalah tulis benda-benda yang aku rasa nak tulis.lepastu  masa tido aku yang patutnye pukul 1 or 2 tadi,dah berganjak(cheh berganjak) sampai pukul 3 ke 4.semalam pun sama,mata memang dah stat mengantuk masa pukul 2,3 macamtu tapi gatal je tangan nak online la ape semua.ade je bende nak tengok online, kan?youtube la,blog orang la,macam-macam.masa siang takde pulak nak tengok semua tu.semalam aku habis online pukul 3.aku masuk bilik dan lepas pusing sini pusing sana kat atas katil barulah dapat tido.masetu dah pukul 4.pukul 5 macamtu aku terjaga balik ,sebab ayah aku ketuk pintu untuk sahur.selalunya aku tak bangun tapi semalam selera ada pulak(spaghetti mak aku,maneboleh tak makan :p).jadi, kira aku sempat tido untuk sejam je.lepas makan tu,takkan nak terus tido kan?memangla ngantuk and aku patutnye masuk bilik dan terus tido,tapi tak,aku degil jugak pegi lepak dalam bilik parents untuk tengok tv kejap.masa tu tengah ada cerita "waking the dead".jennifer conneli belakon tapi selepas setengah jam baru aku figure out yang cerita tu macam agak tak logik,aku terus keluar bilik parents aku.masa tu dalam pukul 6 camtu,lepastu masuk bilik aku sembahyang kejap.lepas sembahyang boleh lagi aku dilly dally dalam bilik?padehal mate ngantuk ni.sempat lagi tangkap2 gambar sikit,aduh.aku rasa dalam pukul 6.45 macamtu barulah aku betul-betul tido.siap mimpi sekolah lama.heh.pukul 1.30 tadi barulah aku bangun lepastu dengar bunyi pintu rumah,mak aku balik dari kerja.hmm aku rasa aku macamni sebab aku terlalu free pastu aku pun macam take advantage of free time ni.kalau dulu time sekolah tak pulak macam ni...ok ade la tapi paling lewat pun pukul 2.tak lewat kan pukul 2 untuk budak sekolah?heh.bila tido lewat,keesokan harinya  memang la penat gile kan.aku tak kesah tido lambat,kalau tak tido langsung pun takpe kot.kalau la tak tido tak buat kite penat kan bagus?aku rasa aku ni nocturnal.a'aa tu panggilan untuk binatang tapi kalau manusia panggil "night person" ataupun "eveningness".(source:wikipedia) ataupun in other words, orang yang lebih aktif di waktu malam.tapi kalau habit aku yang suka-lambatkan-tido-eventho-dah-ngantuk ni panggil ape pulak?dah stat college nanti memang tak aa nak buat macamni.ye,takkan punye.next year aku akan tuka routine aku,yeap.aku akan make sure aku tido pada time yang sepatutnye and make sure aku dapat tidur yang secukupnya and tak akan berjaga sampai pukul 3 atau 4 lagi.haha ye la tu.you wish sherrin you wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754343172003001913-4218066813397627123?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/4218066813397627123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754343172003001913&amp;postID=4218066813397627123' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/4218066813397627123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/4218066813397627123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/2008/09/trouble-sleeping.html' title='trouble sleeping'/><author><name>sherrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16304810726686099333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SU9GzpKDPuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/e481yH_oKf8/S220/Untitled-1.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754343172003001913.post-6664350867994517349</id><published>2008-09-08T02:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T02:47:51.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2.47 a.m</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=3499366"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFlZOellTUXA5M1JHRDlzYVh3WWRMUmcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="sandalss" border="0" width="300" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today's to do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;-make dad's birthday card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2754343172003001913-6664350867994517349?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/6664350867994517349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754343172003001913&amp;postID=6664350867994517349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i should be really thankful of everything right now.yeah,i should :)&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/2754343172003001913-8513414297773053533?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/8513414297773053533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754343172003001913&amp;postID=8513414297773053533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/8513414297773053533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/8513414297773053533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/2008/09/kesyukuran.html' title='smile'/><author><name>sherrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16304810726686099333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SU9GzpKDPuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/e481yH_oKf8/S220/Untitled-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754343172003001913.post-6480102922911943878</id><published>2008-08-30T18:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T22:39:53.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is dope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3006/2730387278_c02c24b1d7.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 376px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3006/2730387278_c02c24b1d7.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3082/2730387266_fbb7b548fe.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 374px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3082/2730387266_fbb7b548fe.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3270/2730411624_0544931252.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 346px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3270/2730411624_0544931252.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;can i have all?the clothes,that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://citizendumonde.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/l_1a0476a58dd761edb918e7191639e523.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754343172003001913-6480102922911943878?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/6480102922911943878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754343172003001913&amp;postID=6480102922911943878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i can't believe ramadhan is only 3 days away.time is moving way too fast.it feels like last year's ramadhan was only yesterday,and now before you know it,this year's is already arriving and i am excited.i really like the suasana it's different.recalling all my bulan puasa histories,i think i really missed 2002/2003's because bulan puasa fell on the first week of school holidays.so i got a lot of free time in my hands  and stayed up really late until sahur and wake up the next day at 5 or 6 in the evening.it was ridicolous,but i was 12,who could blame me?i even got my cousin to stay with me for 2 weeks so it was a lot of fun.but i really hope i get to make a lot of good deeds and earn lots of pahalas this year.ok, i  am being very undeniably cliche right now.as we know,bulan puasa is a holy month and it doesn't come twice,so why not make full use of it.nothing about ramadhan is ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; boring.well of course you get hungry and thirsty,but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; that's the whole point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.isn't it?no question about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knowing that ramadhan is on its way,precisely on the 1st of september(which is next monday),i almost forgot that our national day is making its way also.the odd thing is,this year i see less of those decorations of jalur gemilangs on lamposts or roadsides.even on cars.i don't know about other states,but that's what i see around shah alam.have the government gone totally nonachalant about it?but then again,maybe we all are.home's feeling cold since morning i guess it's the weather.i've been wearing my sweater since last night like its freaking winter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;happy merdeka &amp;amp; selamat berpuasa,people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754343172003001913-3082329781657421363?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/3082329781657421363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754343172003001913&amp;postID=3082329781657421363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i am really liking this song by silversun pickups called lazy eye&lt;br /&gt;(the first 10 second goes a little low,but it'll get louder afterwards)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z-mxBDuRaZ8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z-mxBDuRaZ8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/2754343172003001913-3735269222328912086?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/3735269222328912086/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SU9GzpKDPuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/e481yH_oKf8/S220/Untitled-1.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754343172003001913.post-2515007272155855558</id><published>2008-08-24T23:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T23:54:48.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>girlz day out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;went to pavillion last friday with my friends,at last we got to catch up.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i kinda miss them already&lt;/span&gt;.kfc was our first destination after we arrived in bb,ordered a snack plate and as usual,i only manage to finish up one over two of the chicken.i guess its fair since i did have a scorchingly painful ulcer on the tip of my lower lip that day.so yeah,imagine that.done talking and eating,we lingered around sg wang for a short while,and then went straight to pavillion.heh its funny how we seem to head to the same shops everytime we go out.tpi last2 tak bli pape pun.me,that is.nothing really caught my eye.well at first i saw the sandals at forever and was really close to buying it but then i changed my mind,afraid i would bump into something more useful and prettier later.but no i did not until the end of the day(well minus the kfc and a slurpee that i later bought).seperti biase,i had 3 cramp moments which all 3 occured at different places and it sucks when u get cramps outside right?because u can't like sit down all of a sudden and stretch your legs.especially when you're at the bintang walk oh no.so you just kinda have to bare with it for a while,and walk funny.at heading back time we had to berhimpit in the train like we always do,and by that time it was already 8 pm.i kinda like being in trains at night,it makes me feel like im in daniel powter's bad day video or something,heh.at about 9 we reached shah alam.before going back we gave each other hugs and it almost made me teary eyed and stuff,almost.i am usually not like that but somehow i did feel a little sad.i dont know.maybe cause they'll be leaving on sunday.overall,the day went fine and that night for the first time in many months i slept early,pukul 11 lebih.also for the first time in many months my attempt in sleeping early on a tiring day was a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754343172003001913-2515007272155855558?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/2515007272155855558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754343172003001913&amp;postID=2515007272155855558' title='1 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;due to excessive boredom and the lack of socialization for these whole  3 months,&lt;br /&gt;i have literally turned into an awfully boring person.thank you.&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/2754343172003001913-333581184057856799?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/333581184057856799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754343172003001913&amp;postID=333581184057856799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/333581184057856799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/333581184057856799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/2008/08/sht.html' title='sh_t'/><author><name>sherrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16304810726686099333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SU9GzpKDPuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/e481yH_oKf8/S220/Untitled-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754343172003001913.post-8933510046162590627</id><published>2008-08-14T22:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T20:23:04.436+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The time was exactly 1 o'clock in the morning,what use to be the smell of her room has now been replaced into a new and overwhelming scent.Filling up each and every corner of the room was the smell,of tobacco.A box of dunhill 14's was lying on the bed.Two cigarette buds left inside it were both convincingly jerking out,but in different levels.Between her fingers was what happens to be the 12th.She inhaled,promising herself that it would be the last just like she did to the 11 buds before it.It has been  six months since she first started smoking.Right after her father left for another woman,she began buying cigarettes and hasn't stopped since.Her mom knows,but she never really said anything.She didn't really understood as to why she started  smoking but she thought its just an easy escape she could get to anytime,anywhere.Or perhaps a show of anger.Reluctantly,after the last inhalation she pressed the bud onto her candle holder and heads to the window.Throws out all the dusts from the candle holder,and left the window open to release the smell thats been lingering.She then got on her bed,pulls her blanket and tried to go to sleep.Her eyes were wide shut but her mind,well,was just wasn't fully ready for the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754343172003001913-8933510046162590627?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/8933510046162590627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754343172003001913&amp;postID=8933510046162590627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/8933510046162590627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/8933510046162590627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/2008/08/i.html' title='I'/><author><name>sherrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16304810726686099333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SU9GzpKDPuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/e481yH_oKf8/S220/Untitled-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754343172003001913.post-1920546062335944913</id><published>2008-07-21T19:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T23:58:07.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yada-yada</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;i was tagged for the first time by fie about last month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;since im a newbie,it took me quite a while to actually understand how this tag thing works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;sorry for the late realization&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; :p.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;therefore, here it goes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Name: sherrin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Nickname: sherrin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Birthday: 18th april 1990&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Birthplace: subang jaya,selangor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Time of Birth: i think around 2.am,if im not mistaken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Zodiac sign: aries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;--This or That--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Flower or Chocolate: chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Pepsi or Coke: neither&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Rap or Rock: rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Relationship or One Night Stand: relationship of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;School or Work: work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Love or Money: both :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Movies or Music: both jugak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Country or City: both aa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sunny days or Rainy days: Just Nice days? heh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Friends or Family: due-due :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;--Have you ever--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Lied: i believe everyone has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Smoked: never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Broke someone's heart: i think i have.countless times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Had your heart broken: oh yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Wish you were a prince/princess: who doesn't?but im hppy with wht i hv now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Liked someone who was taken: i usually dnt go for the taken ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Shaved your head:no thanks.not even for a 100 bucks.cey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Been in love: yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Used chopsticks: im not very good with them.though i act like i do.sometimes :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sang in the mirror to yourself: hehe ok pnh a.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;--Favorites--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Flower: i like daises and petunias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Candy: roll ups.haven't had them in years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Song: current?interpol-rest my chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Scent: my everyday perfume,orange vanilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Color: grey,turquoise,brown,army green,purple,mustard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Musical Instrument:guitar la kot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Movie: juno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Actor/Actress:jennifer aniston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Junk food: cheeseburgers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Animal: kittens.fat,furry,cute looking kittens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ever cried over someone: yeapp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Is there anything you wish you could change about yourself: the lack of self esteem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Do you think you're attractive: biase je.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;If you had to choose a fairytale as your life what would you choose: what are the options?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Do you play any sports: na-da,not a sports person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;List (8) random facts about yourself and tag (some) people&lt;br /&gt;1.)when i am really bored i secretly look at strangers hands and compare them to mine just to see whose is worst :p&lt;br /&gt;2.)i like braces because they make people's mouths move a certain way when they talk&lt;br /&gt;3.)turning the radio on at night actually helps me to sleep better&lt;br /&gt;4.)supermarkets excite me&lt;br /&gt;5.)i love to sleep really late at night.even when i know i am extremely tired.&lt;br /&gt;6.)i have apparently found passion in writing :D&lt;br /&gt;7.)i have this habit of biting my straw when i drink.usually it is easier to tell which one's mine if it gets misplaced.&lt;br /&gt;8.)i am very shy&lt;br /&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/2754343172003001913-1920546062335944913?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/1920546062335944913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754343172003001913&amp;postID=1920546062335944913' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/1920546062335944913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/1920546062335944913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/2008/07/yada-yada.html' title='yada-yada'/><author><name>sherrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16304810726686099333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SU9GzpKDPuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/e481yH_oKf8/S220/Untitled-1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754343172003001913.post-4990630854025953519</id><published>2008-07-17T00:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T00:55:39.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks a bunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;i got to know someone new yesterday,from the kursus bengkel.her name was Kim See?and she was real nice.but too bad we didn't get to exchange phone numbers and stuff.i guess we were both really tired and just wanted to rush back home.so Kim See(if that's how you spell it)if you happen to bump into this blog by any chance at all(which is impossible,but anyways),thanks again for waiting and standing outside for me in the hot weather while i was in the surau,oh and for eating lunch with me,and for getting the fork and spoon for me eventhough i didn't ask you to,and for siting next to me at ceramah time.if it weren't for you i'd be doing it all alone and bored and that would probably suck.so yeah,thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&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/2754343172003001913-4990630854025953519?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/4990630854025953519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754343172003001913&amp;postID=4990630854025953519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/4990630854025953519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/4990630854025953519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/2008/07/thanks-bunch.html' title='thanks a bunch'/><author><name>sherrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16304810726686099333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SU9GzpKDPuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/e481yH_oKf8/S220/Untitled-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754343172003001913.post-8618180966867800876</id><published>2008-07-10T21:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T21:23:40.670+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;there she was,on her bed.her right hand on her side and the other one gripping a cell phone.she could hear the needle of her fake cartier wristwatch ticking,endlessly ticking.drifting itself continuously from one second to the next.here eyes were glued to the ceiling,her body positioned in the same spot it was since ten minutes ago,and her mind,still fiddling over nothing.she then grabs a pink see-through shawl on the corner of her bed and puts it on top of her face.now the ceiling becomes all pink with little dots all over."this is nice" she thought.the spinning of the fan made a moving effect on her wall,which made the situation even nicer.she closed her eyes for a second.she wasn't going to sleep nor was she even tired,she was just engaging her thoughts into the serenity of the moment.suddenly somehow,the serenity she was feeling led her to an uncomfortable,sad feeling.she wished she hadn't done this alone.she wished she'd share this moment with someone.she wished there was someone on the bed beside her whispering things in her ear.things a lover would whisper to their significant other.crap.she knew it was all crap.to avoid futher unwanted thoughts going on in her mind,she pulls the shawl off her face and got off her bed.she heads to where her radio was placed.next to the window.she intentionally puts the radio there so she could turn it up real loud on nights she overhears loud arguments from the couple next door.just to annoy the heck of them.as if to say,shut-up-and-go-to-sleep in a different way.yet of course,it never really worked.she turned on the radio to distract her mind then drifted herself  to the mirror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                       &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&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/2754343172003001913-8618180966867800876?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/8618180966867800876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754343172003001913&amp;postID=8618180966867800876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/8618180966867800876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/8618180966867800876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/2008/07/bored.html' title='I'/><author><name>sherrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16304810726686099333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SU9GzpKDPuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/e481yH_oKf8/S220/Untitled-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754343172003001913.post-8087765978528859337</id><published>2008-07-09T16:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T16:40:42.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>relief with a capital r</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;finally,i passed my ujian undang-undang for my driving licence.thank god.at last :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;selesai satu masalah&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/2754343172003001913-8087765978528859337?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/8087765978528859337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754343172003001913&amp;postID=8087765978528859337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/8087765978528859337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/8087765978528859337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/2008/07/relief-with-capital-r.html' title='relief with a capital r'/><author><name>sherrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16304810726686099333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SU9GzpKDPuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/e481yH_oKf8/S220/Untitled-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754343172003001913.post-6591933709844720970</id><published>2008-07-03T00:51:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T18:07:27.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(ver-sa-chi)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;to me,watching runway shows have always been so fun and cool.not that i have been to one though,my only access to watching the endless runway shows are of course as you know,from,yes,youtube.and to overcome boredom i did just that since yesterday.as i was browsing through videos after videos, i stumbled upon versache's spring/summer show,and i thought it was super.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;whats so cool about watching is first,of course the immensly beautiful clothes.the colours were awesome.and what's there not to like about the whole models-catwalking-through the runway thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway,here it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CYGXMCm6chQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CYGXMCm6chQ&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&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/2754343172003001913-6591933709844720970?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/6591933709844720970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754343172003001913&amp;postID=6591933709844720970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/6591933709844720970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/6591933709844720970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/2008/07/runway-showz.html' title='(ver-sa-chi)'/><author><name>sherrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16304810726686099333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SU9GzpKDPuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/e481yH_oKf8/S220/Untitled-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754343172003001913.post-1335698352476616647</id><published>2008-06-29T15:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T16:41:05.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>think of it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;yesterday we went to digital mall in pj.before that we had the oh-so-sedap nasi ayam hailam in uptown.yesterday's serving was extra sedap despite the kacang-less soup they gave us which usually comes with kacang.but it's a good thing though coz i should be avoiding kacang.(its just a rule i make to myself).at 6 we went to kak lin's coz it was adam's 2nd birthday.they had a party.then we went back to digital mall to pick up some stuff.at about 9 we were already home.at 11 i decided to join mom in front of the tv.a show called "citra manusia" was on.basically the show's about handicapped people,you know, people with disabilities and how they go through life.it really strucked me while i was watching.how i realize that i am such a lucky person and that i should be thankful of what i have.there was this handicap guy.he has no hands.so he does practically everything with only his two feet.they showed a video of him eating with his feet.seeing him lift the spoon with his toes to his mouth was heart wrenching.i felt like crying,and how he puts his socks on,and the way he locks his house door with his mouth.god.it didn't look easy.but he's always putting a calm expression in his face.but upon all that,god have gifted him with a beautiful talent which is drawing.he can really draw and paint.and his artwork looked very nice,seriously,that guy can definitely paint and draw.i cannot i magine how he goes through all of his daily routines when the cameras aren't around.all alone.it made me think that,i should just be patient about the littlest obsticles in life.because there are other people who has major problems and they aren't complaining a bit about it.and that they can't do anything but to just live with it.i respect the guy's will power and his couragous efforts.and us,sometimes we can't even get the keys properly into our key hole by our hands let alone by our mouths!.this is definitely a lesson to all of us,think of it.appreciate and be greatful of life coz there are others who suffer.&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/2754343172003001913-1335698352476616647?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/1335698352476616647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754343172003001913&amp;postID=1335698352476616647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/1335698352476616647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/1335698352476616647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/2008/06/think-of-it.html' title='think of it'/><author><name>sherrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16304810726686099333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SU9GzpKDPuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/e481yH_oKf8/S220/Untitled-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754343172003001913.post-6329310361189365023</id><published>2008-06-24T13:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T13:22:42.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no i wont</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i will not be an idiot and pick on my blackheads again&lt;br /&gt;i will not be an idiot and pick on my black heads again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i will not be an idiot and pick on my blackheads again&lt;br /&gt;i will not be an idiot and pick on my black heads again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i will not be an idiot and pick on my blackheads again&lt;br /&gt;i will not be an idiot and pick on my black heads again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i will not be an idiot and pick on my blackheads again&lt;br /&gt;i will not be an idiot and pick on my black heads again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i will not be an idiot and pick on my blackheads again&lt;br /&gt;i will not be an idiot and pick on my black heads again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok,&lt;br /&gt;this is gross&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/2754343172003001913-6329310361189365023?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/6329310361189365023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754343172003001913&amp;postID=6329310361189365023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/6329310361189365023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/6329310361189365023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-i-wont.html' title='no i wont'/><author><name>sherrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16304810726686099333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SU9GzpKDPuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/e481yH_oKf8/S220/Untitled-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754343172003001913.post-1856019596053508410</id><published>2008-06-20T18:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T19:27:09.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>candies and such</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wonder where those flat looking lollipops wrapped in paper have all gone.remember those?i dont see them anymore in supermarkets nowadays.they were flat oval shaped lollipos which comes in different colours like red,yellow and green.you can buy them in singles or in one big  packet which consists of like 20 of them or something.i think the last time i ate them was when i was in tadika.boy, that is a very long time.i wonder why'd they stop making them.all they have now is the typical sphere shaped ones.oh and remember those little chocolates,shaped like little O's.i think they were name Ooze or something like that.and you can get them in like these little purple coloured packets.and they're just like small bite sized chocolates.and they're reallly good.they don't sell those anymore right?but how come though.but thank god they still have those tiny round biscuits with coloured icing on top,which i was told,are named 'biskut ice'?.you can never ever get bored of them.i remember when i was like 5 or 6 i use to just eat all the icings off,and leave only the biscuits back into the jar.and so whoever opened the jar next,may god have mercy on them.but its good that those black n white coloured chewing gums with japanese writings on its wrapper,choki choki,hello panda,sugus,kopiko are still here to stay.but let's just hope they don't dissapear like the other two did,nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sumpah takde keje.im running out of ideas on wht to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754343172003001913-1856019596053508410?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/1856019596053508410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754343172003001913&amp;postID=1856019596053508410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/1856019596053508410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/1856019596053508410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/2008/06/candies-and-such.html' title='candies and such'/><author><name>sherrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16304810726686099333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SU9GzpKDPuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/e481yH_oKf8/S220/Untitled-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754343172003001913.post-3892343823176755279</id><published>2008-06-20T14:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T14:33:38.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aldergator</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lArFzycyQ-Q&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lArFzycyQ-Q&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;shes the cuuutest thing :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754343172003001913-3892343823176755279?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/3892343823176755279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754343172003001913&amp;postID=3892343823176755279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/3892343823176755279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/3892343823176755279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/2008/06/aldergator.html' title='aldergator'/><author><name>sherrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16304810726686099333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SU9GzpKDPuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/e481yH_oKf8/S220/Untitled-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754343172003001913.post-5551234435827197736</id><published>2008-06-19T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T18:12:18.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i can't seem to get it over with.not now.not yet.&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/2754343172003001913-5551234435827197736?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/5551234435827197736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754343172003001913&amp;postID=5551234435827197736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/5551234435827197736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/5551234435827197736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/2008/06/sigh.html' title='sigh'/><author><name>sherrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16304810726686099333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SU9GzpKDPuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/e481yH_oKf8/S220/Untitled-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754343172003001913.post-3045619152663468677</id><published>2008-06-13T11:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T02:37:04.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;so i woke this morning over a weird sound from the radio(yes i sleep with the radio on).it was 9.23.seriously.and it sounded kind of creepy in a sense.it sounded kind of like, a sound like "eee-wopp",and like in a repeating fashion.at first i tried to ignore it and set myself back to sleep.but then i thought,what if those are the things that gets you hypnotized and makes u forget things.what if it was a curse that somebody made over the radio to listeners just for fun?.(bodoh kan)but then i felt stupid thinking of that.but i still got up and switched it off anyway because the sound is just annoying the creep out of me.maybe it was one of those technical problem moments at the station or whatever.and then i couldn't get back to sleep.so i went to mom's room and saw her watching oprah,fully dressed for work.so i layed on the bed beside her feeling all mamai and stuff.then got off to work.my big brother was in the bathroom.a few minutes after that went downsatirs and continued watching tv again.and now here i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however,there is something i can be totally happy about,&lt;br /&gt;today's nasi tomato day,yay&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/2754343172003001913-3045619152663468677?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/3045619152663468677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754343172003001913&amp;postID=3045619152663468677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/3045619152663468677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/3045619152663468677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/2008/06/friday.html' title='friday'/><author><name>sherrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16304810726686099333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SU9GzpKDPuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/e481yH_oKf8/S220/Untitled-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754343172003001913.post-6260250757780180260</id><published>2008-06-05T20:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T18:22:15.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey sister,its really nice to meet ya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SEfZHXYEteI/AAAAAAAAABQ/0Xg9RdhZd8Y/s1600-h/P1012722+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QKW6ukXmkU/SEfZHXYEteI/AAAAAAAAABQ/0Xg9RdhZd8Y/s320/P1012722+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208370214634567138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;this blog has got no relation whatsoever with the title above.that just happens to be a line from estelle's 'American Boy' and its currently stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've just quitted my job.yes,no more waking up at 9 feeling drowsy and regretting that i should slept earlier the night before and no more cashier girl trying to be all friendly with that forced smile.now its self made breakfast in the mornings,followed by a couple of hours in front of the tv and then lunch,and then i'll sketch,then i'll go online,and the cycle repeats itself.i sound so lazy ass-ish don't i?.its been like this since monday.but i think i deserve this though.hello,i worked for 5 months, 6 days a week,8 hours a day.not forgetting the junk i've consumed over boredom.that should be enough thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am really looking forward to going out with my friends.old ones,present ones.its been a while now.i think i have practically lost the fun side in me.or have i never really found it?i dont know.can't wait to start college so i can mix around with people.gotta earn more social skills man!tomorrow according to mom were going to watch iron man.that should be pretty nice :) there's an excuse for me to go shop a little.hihi.&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/2754343172003001913-6260250757780180260?l=hotdogmustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotdogmustard.blogspot.com/feeds/6260250757780180260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754343172003001913&amp;postID=6260250757780180260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754343172003001913/posts/default/6260250757780180260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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