<?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-5056270144970781208</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:45:29.778-08:00</updated><category term='Sengket pe angkat (insertname)?'/><category term='ewaah ewaaahh.'/><category term=':D'/><category term='Baby'/><category term='I miss alot of people alreaddy'/><category term='kau jgn jilat balek. cb.'/><category term='gua nak baju topman ah beb.'/><category term='promoting racial harmony? with this attitude? jalan daaa.'/><category term='Moment of glory.'/><category term='IM NERVOUUUUUS'/><category term='birthday gua'/><category term='I saw Aini todaay. She was so gorgeous.'/><category term='Next event Im looking forward to is my birthday (:'/><category term='kau da ludah'/><category term='you&apos;re the best of all.'/><category term='I dont have to complain about my prepaid being low anymore (:'/><title type='text'>salihan</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>297</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-8033105649725127293</id><published>2009-08-10T08:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T10:49:53.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its 12.30 am and I can't sleep. Was bored so this was a tryout.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qqPGuQqRbjc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qqPGuQqRbjc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sz4TWljvJdg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sz4TWljvJdg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-8033105649725127293?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/8033105649725127293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=8033105649725127293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/8033105649725127293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/8033105649725127293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='Its 12.30 am and I can&apos;t sleep. Was bored so this was a tryout.'/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-7398585590692641968</id><published>2009-08-09T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T21:42:03.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Result for Mohamad Salihan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bright and Cheerful&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are always cheerful and charming. You never get too serious with people when they're around, but when you are alone, you think carefully about what they have said. That's because you don't want anyone to see you being too somber. Your personality means you have a lot of friends and you are often the center of attention. Many people who fall into this category become artists and movie stars, perhaps fame could be yours in the future as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-7398585590692641968?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/7398585590692641968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=7398585590692641968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/7398585590692641968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/7398585590692641968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/08/result-for-mohamad-salihan-bright-and.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-342082268066509257</id><published>2009-08-09T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T21:38:37.056-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sengket pe angkat (insertname)?'/><title type='text'>Siapa siol bbl takde care?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368188218012322738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sn-ivg4Py7I/AAAAAAAACgA/cdMxShSiTIs/s320/DSC00815.JPG" /&gt; Not many beautiful pictures were taken due to the over-timed fun we had with each other. Abosolute Vanilla was okay though they mentioned that Abosolute Rasberry tasted a gazillion times better. Shouldn't have missed that try. Only 5 people were drinking so we got high fast. Anyway, after getting ourselves shooting-sky high, we proceed to Fullerton to settle stuff with Fahmie Black (WSSS). Done, Nana and Afiq went home while the left-over had another round. I was too drunk to even bother what was I drinking. Even so, I didn't drink that much for the second round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malek certainly is noisy when he gets high. As for me, I disturb people. But main target was Bangla. I tend to hit them hardly on their back and then had fun laughing while he turned and search for people who did that to him. (-.-) I just got to learnt that Queb is very very scary when he's drunk. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368188216189878882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sn-ivaFvgmI/AAAAAAAACf4/IbeGFPQmDSs/s320/DSC00823.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368188213037946610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sn-ivOWQ1vI/AAAAAAAACfw/zUc1BeBPcXs/s320/DSC02397.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-342082268066509257?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/342082268066509257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=342082268066509257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/342082268066509257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/342082268066509257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/08/siapa-siol-bbl-takde-care.html' title='Siapa siol bbl takde care?'/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sn-ivg4Py7I/AAAAAAAACgA/cdMxShSiTIs/s72-c/DSC00815.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-5381116144343189313</id><published>2009-08-05T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T22:14:38.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't forget the lyrics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SnpkyXUCr3I/AAAAAAAACfo/BGc1Sy8Uk6M/s1600-h/5889_1163848867615_1569669797_30416707_6690160_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366712722379681650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SnpkyXUCr3I/AAAAAAAACfo/BGc1Sy8Uk6M/s320/5889_1163848867615_1569669797_30416707_6690160_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, that is YannaBangs. It was Saturday's picture. &lt;em&gt;Masainyer aku(-.-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, schedule had been hectic due to NDP concert rehearsals. We've got only half an hour of break after school ends and then we'll have to proceed to hall for the rehearsals that will only end at 6pm. Apart from that, night-study which starts at 6.15pm are going to seriously kill me. Ok fake. I haven't been attending night study. But I'll make myself free for night-study from next week onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ditched school today and I only think about my tiredness and lazyness instead of studies. But its worth it I guess. I woke up only at 12.30pm. Wooo, puas hati ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I need to proceed to school for rehearsal. I'll soon get the hang of it. Apart from that, I have to memorise three songs in just three days. (-.-) I just hope the sec ones to threes will appreciate what the performers (mostly seniors) prepared for them. I think I'll end now, I have to continue memorising the lyrics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-5381116144343189313?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/5381116144343189313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=5381116144343189313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/5381116144343189313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/5381116144343189313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/08/dont-forget-lyrics.html' title='Don&apos;t forget the lyrics!'/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SnpkyXUCr3I/AAAAAAAACfo/BGc1Sy8Uk6M/s72-c/5889_1163848867615_1569669797_30416707_6690160_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-8354245556163385986</id><published>2009-08-01T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T09:17:19.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What goes around, comes around.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SnT9p-LiqiI/AAAAAAAACfg/2t6cV5KsdeI/s1600-h/DSC00742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: center; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365191953612974626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SnT9p-LiqiI/AAAAAAAACfg/2t6cV5KsdeI/s400/DSC00742.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly, it is undeniable that Saturday isn't the same as any other typical Saturdays. Looking through the pictures, it might be conceivable to you guys that each and everyone of us had a super great time. It has been long since we went drinking together. The last I could remember was at Fort Canning Park. Woah, that was ages ago. Ok fake. Well, for now I have to apologise for being late when Im the one who set the time which is 3pm at Bukit Batok Interchange. &lt;em&gt;Aku dengan seluar 3-quater aku dgn slipper aku dengan sesakai-sakainyer.&lt;/em&gt; (-.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, we proceed to City Hall at 4pm though. Though our earpiece were tucked in our ears, we still had fun taking pictures and making some noises. "Ice-box bergerak!" Haha! Inside joke. So, went to Peninsular and bought Rasberry flavoured &lt;em&gt;juice&lt;/em&gt;. The price was amazingly cheap unlike other shops. Afterwhich we proceed to Marina Sq for our late lunch. &lt;em&gt;Tak kenyang ah babe.&lt;/em&gt; After food, we went outside Marina Sq to puff and then went to their usual spot which I didn't know it was soo silent. Before that, met YannaBangs tweettweet. Took picture with her. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SnT9aS-pOZI/AAAAAAAACfY/TexYKxm6JFc/s1600-h/DSC00743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365191684318116242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SnT9aS-pOZI/AAAAAAAACfY/TexYKxm6JFc/s320/DSC00743.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SnT9Uc1Yz0I/AAAAAAAACfQ/z74453_q9ps/s1600-h/DSC00752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: center; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365191583884431170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SnT9Uc1Yz0I/AAAAAAAACfQ/z74453_q9ps/s320/DSC00752.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The proccess was short, it took us less than 30 minutes or so. However, us being unsatisfied, we tried (insertname). One by one swinging all over the place. Then we proceed to Clarke Quay. Nana and I had a fun time calling the chinese "TAN/NG/CHUA/LEE" while we call the malays "MUHAMMAD/NURUL/SITI". It was super hillarious. Went off soon after. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365191034184735394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SnT80dCxGqI/AAAAAAAACe4/LBXXjXJQarc/s200/DSC00732.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 135px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365191028265153554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SnT80G_bdBI/AAAAAAAACew/GinO93I8Jqs/s200/DSC00727.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 135px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365191023974192210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SnT8z3AYlFI/AAAAAAAACeo/MRpQIfF-v-Q/s200/DSC00738.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365191020211256066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SnT8zo_OuwI/AAAAAAAACeg/nH_9TiXzJcc/s200/DSC00723.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SnT8zcfASCI/AAAAAAAACeY/gBbuotSMwn0/s1600-h/1_302155064l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-8354245556163385986?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/8354245556163385986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=8354245556163385986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/8354245556163385986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/8354245556163385986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/08/certainly-it-is-undeniable-that.html' title='What goes around, comes around.'/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SnT9p-LiqiI/AAAAAAAACfg/2t6cV5KsdeI/s72-c/DSC00742.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-2744803495826131477</id><published>2009-07-30T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T02:43:00.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364181089964791298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SnFmR9o4FgI/AAAAAAAACeQ/7wHuMVFU8Bo/s200/IMG_1335.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364181076411022738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SnFmRLJZ_ZI/AAAAAAAACeI/qnKb1cZR1QU/s200/2years..jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, Im stuck at home with no plans.(-.-) Anyway, those two pictures would most probably be something you have not seen for some time. Camera's sent for repair and it suck alot. Well, I brought my camera along with me everywhere I go. K, random. Hmm, (insertname) lost her mp3 in school just now. Gush of memories ran down me. I've learnt my lesson to not put my expensive stuff in my bag during school hours anymore. There's quite a number of pretty costly stuff that I've lost since secondary one. Hmm, they are Ipod Nano, Creative Zen (Vsion:M) 30GB MP4, Red PSP slim. There's alot but I could only remember these few. School of stealer(-.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I really really don't know what to post so I add in an irrelavant stuff up just for some boring entertainment. As for now, I really really do miss some of my classmates. Or rather, schoolmates. Initially, the plan was to catch a movie last week. However, some of us couldn't make it(including me, of course) and therefore, I think it was cancelled. And I've been missing out alot in school lately and Prelims are just around the corner. N level. Oh, that is sure going to give me a hell time studying and memorizing. High-Q plus! Here I come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sri is the master of all Swines! Ahaha, that is so random. I am seriously blank but however, I do miss Jasmine Low Low Low! Ok, too exaggerating. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-2744803495826131477?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/2744803495826131477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=2744803495826131477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/2744803495826131477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/2744803495826131477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/07/ahh-im-stuck-at-home-with-no-plans-up.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SnFmR9o4FgI/AAAAAAAACeQ/7wHuMVFU8Bo/s72-c/IMG_1335.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-5143680014227223143</id><published>2009-07-29T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T03:50:50.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahh, a short one before I go slack ard. This evening, just after I woke up from my afternoon nap, I was pondering around with my future. Especially when it comes to studies. Well, I actually dont have any interest to study. Well well, suprised? Ahaha, I could actually pass my four other subjects which is english, malay, combined humanities as well as food &amp; nutrition. However, for now, the main problem is that I dont think I can put in a lot of effort to buck up on my maths. Honestly, I've never passed maths since primary one. Of course, tests here and there, I manage to score a decent mark. Without maths, I can dream of having my ass laid in the secondary five class. So, with much thoughts running in and out of my mind, I decided to either just go for I.T.E or private school. I know it's a stupid decision, but look, its like a few more weeks to N level and I am still stuck at not even close to the basics of maths. Maths are seriously killing me. At least, bit by bit. Fuck, I seriously need a maths tutor who has a shooting sky high level of patience. Because the fact is, I am a maths noobie. And I live with it. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-5143680014227223143?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/5143680014227223143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=5143680014227223143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/5143680014227223143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/5143680014227223143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/07/ahh-short-one-before-i-go-slack-ard.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-4808769979330227971</id><published>2009-07-27T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T20:10:53.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363343115355750018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sm5sJa9Q_oI/AAAAAAAACdY/Kwt3JPwbQiU/s320/P7280142E.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sm5rsi0111I/AAAAAAAACdQ/9y0upxtC9Gc/s1600-h/IMGP0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg, I almost forgot that today is Mum &amp;amp; Step Dad's 2nd year anniversary. Ahaha. So, Happy 2 years Annivesary! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-4808769979330227971?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/4808769979330227971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=4808769979330227971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/4808769979330227971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/4808769979330227971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/07/omg-i-almost-forgot-that-today-is-mum.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sm5sJa9Q_oI/AAAAAAAACdY/Kwt3JPwbQiU/s72-c/P7280142E.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-2887311661760273392</id><published>2009-07-27T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T20:06:16.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sm5qEW5oMDI/AAAAAAAACdI/UsPLXvMCMp4/s1600-h/IMG_1871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363340829344149554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sm5qEW5oMDI/AAAAAAAACdI/UsPLXvMCMp4/s320/IMG_1871.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahh, it felt so good to be posting again. Weehoohaa! (-.-) So yeah, it's close to afternoon already. Supposed to meet Izzat but however, he went to school. I'll be riding bicycle to school later to collect my ezlink from Fitri. And then proceed to Causeway with Islam. Haaaa, I am so sleepy. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-2887311661760273392?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/2887311661760273392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=2887311661760273392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/2887311661760273392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/2887311661760273392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/07/ahh-it-felt-so-good-to-be-posting-again.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sm5qEW5oMDI/AAAAAAAACdI/UsPLXvMCMp4/s72-c/IMG_1871.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-6186628334461505110</id><published>2009-07-27T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T06:59:28.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Result for Mohamad Salihan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bright and Cheerful&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are always cheerful and charming. You never get too serious with people when they're around, but when you are alone, you think carefully about what they have said. That's because you don't want anyone to see you being too somber. Your personality means you have a lot of friends and you are often the center of attention. Many people who fall into this category become artists and movie stars, perhaps fame could be yours in the future as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-6186628334461505110?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/6186628334461505110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=6186628334461505110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/6186628334461505110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/6186628334461505110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/07/result-for-mohamad-salihan-bright-and.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-5421534089127707890</id><published>2009-07-26T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:13:39.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362984182050205090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sm0lswMkLaI/AAAAAAAACdA/vXQqV9mXuqE/s320/lelakis.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being a passive smoker definately isn't something good. I ain't profficient enough to have the ability to really really cut down on my smoking routines. Worst still, it is affecting my voice badly. Mum had actually gave up asking me to quit since I am pretty ineroxable. (-.-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, weekends were sucha bore. Not exactly that boring. Only that I didn't get to travel towards town area for hangout session with friends. Saturday morning, had breakfast with Islam and then we proceed to meet Fitri. And the night was spent under void deck with Nana, Ayun as well as Hanizah. Still, the companion rock! Apparently, Nana was sick but she still came all the way from Bukit Batok. Aww. (:D) Sunday was well-spent with family and cousins. Had a one hour butt-pain sitting in the MRT from Chua Chu Kang all the way to Simei to visit another cousin who was apparently warded in Changi General Hospital. I now definately know what Leia went through everyday for school. Ahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall end now since the doctors are here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-5421534089127707890?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/5421534089127707890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=5421534089127707890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/5421534089127707890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/5421534089127707890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/07/being-passive-smoker-definately-isnt.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sm0lswMkLaI/AAAAAAAACdA/vXQqV9mXuqE/s72-c/lelakis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-1669584390162651640</id><published>2009-07-22T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T07:15:05.879-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moment of glory.'/><title type='text'>So who got the tittle of 'Greenridge Idol 2009' ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SmcaJCdjkoI/AAAAAAAACcw/pKZl1l4t3AM/s1600-h/IMG_0687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361282623989846658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SmcaJCdjkoI/AAAAAAAACcw/pKZl1l4t3AM/s320/IMG_0687.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SmcaI7ohrGI/AAAAAAAACco/VboaoRFhYmk/s1600-h/IMG_0646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361282622156811362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SmcaI7ohrGI/AAAAAAAACco/VboaoRFhYmk/s320/IMG_0646.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was Racial Harmony Day as well as Prophet Muhammad's birthday and also, Greenridge Idol 2009. Anyway, we students were encouraged to wear our traditional costumes and it is so credible that most of the upper secondary students wore their costumes. And I am proud to say that all the secondary four malay academic wore their ethnic costumes. Weehooheee! (-.-) Okay, so I went to school with Islam and Fitri. Sukarno was supposed to join us, but however he was late. So we went first. Sorry anak Ahmad. (:p) I shall skip this part and let you guys enjoy the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SmcaIuTtalI/AAAAAAAACcg/qnKVCToj1l0/s1600-h/IMG_0622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361282618579839570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SmcaIuTtalI/AAAAAAAACcg/qnKVCToj1l0/s320/IMG_0622.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SmcaIcTCEmI/AAAAAAAACcY/OLQGh6mXMkw/s1600-h/IMG_0689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361282613745160802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SmcaIcTCEmI/AAAAAAAACcY/OLQGh6mXMkw/s320/IMG_0689.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SmcZMAVSItI/AAAAAAAACcQ/OZZppbAJCiY/s1600-h/IMG_0739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361281575446258386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SmcZMAVSItI/AAAAAAAACcQ/OZZppbAJCiY/s320/IMG_0739.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SmcZL-qDh7I/AAAAAAAACcI/WxC_Imy2-C4/s1600-h/IMG_0744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361281574996510642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SmcZL-qDh7I/AAAAAAAACcI/WxC_Imy2-C4/s320/IMG_0744.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greenridge Idol 2009. I was very nervous when on the backstage. Even though I've always mentioned that I don't feel nervous at all. (-.-) So yeah, was rehearsing with Syifa. And I knew this girl from 3E1 in red specs is not happy with me. Girl, if you dont like me, thrash it straight onto my face, bitch. So yeah, it was my turn, I went to the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Mark and Miss Chua was excited and couldn't wait to see me perform. As soon as the music starts, I began singing and doing my best. As I finished, the four judges stand up with their applause. Same goes to the audience. Hahaha. (Bangge diri siak aku-.-) Okay, they were giving good comments all the way. No bad ones.Voting system suck alot this year. However, me and Syifa got the same number of votes. So the results, 3rd place goes to I dont know who from secondary two. 2nd place goes to syifa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And the first place goes to, MOHD SALIHAN BIN ABU BAKAR! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SmcZLRxQfVI/AAAAAAAACcA/I8-tuYTlpOo/s1600-h/IMG_0747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361281562947124562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SmcZLRxQfVI/AAAAAAAACcA/I8-tuYTlpOo/s320/IMG_0747.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361281556739902818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SmcZK6pVzWI/AAAAAAAACb4/YGTeAozyKbc/s320/IMG_0748.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SmcZKpNvskI/AAAAAAAACbw/UcoTZgv67JA/s1600-h/IMG_0742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361281552060756546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SmcZKpNvskI/AAAAAAAACbw/UcoTZgv67JA/s320/IMG_0742.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-1669584390162651640?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/1669584390162651640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=1669584390162651640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/1669584390162651640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/1669584390162651640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-who-got-tittle-of-greenridge-idol.html' title='So who got the tittle of &apos;Greenridge Idol 2009&apos; ?'/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SmcaJCdjkoI/AAAAAAAACcw/pKZl1l4t3AM/s72-c/IMG_0687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-1158491470386019212</id><published>2009-07-20T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T04:32:33.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SmRS6la6OOI/AAAAAAAACbo/k5ZwxlbLm_k/s1600-h/3253_94970704049_751814049_25963-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360500622908602594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SmRS6la6OOI/AAAAAAAACbo/k5ZwxlbLm_k/s320/3253_94970704049_751814049_25963-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yellow hello! Greetings from Singapore.(-.-) Okay skip the lame part. My health condition is at the final stage I guess. For four days straight including today, I've been vomitting blood and the taste is definately beyond your imagination. Imagine having blood and blood stains down your throat. (Eeew) So yeah, that is the main thing I couldn't stand anymore. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Death is nearing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pretty much love my classmates even more now. They cares. (Awwww!) Hmm, today was funny. Harun, Deela, Khair and I had names for each other's table. We got one for Ruba too, without her knowing it. Well, Harun's was 'Recycle Bin'. Simply because he had so many empty bottles and crumpled papers underneath his desk. As for deela, we call it 'The empty house' (-.-) Because she had nothing under her table. Ahaha. Mine was called 'The Wardrope'. Ahahaha! Because I had P.E shorts and towel under it. Khair's the worst. 'Dustbin' (!!!) As he got lots of rubbish under his table. Now, isn't that lame but funny at the same time? Hahaha! Oh ya, Ruba's was called 'BOOKSHOP' Because she had countless of books. Study freak. (-.-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a brighter note, Greenridge Idol will be held tommorow at the school's hall. It will start at 4pm onwards. Im not really sure what time it ends but I think as soon as the results is announced, the show's over. (=p) So, I've been busy singing and singing all day long just so I could hit the high note which I amazingly could! (Claps!) Ahaha, and I am pretty sure that I'll be doing my best tommorow unless something unexpected happens. (eg. Being sent to the hospital) Lets pray and hope for the best tommorow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish me luuck! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-1158491470386019212?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/1158491470386019212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=1158491470386019212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/1158491470386019212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/1158491470386019212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/07/yellow-hello-greetings-from-singapore.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SmRS6la6OOI/AAAAAAAACbo/k5ZwxlbLm_k/s72-c/3253_94970704049_751814049_25963-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-1873940577267486164</id><published>2009-07-18T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T19:59:33.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SmH-Z87VEBI/AAAAAAAACbg/MrwdsrS6UBs/s1600-h/DSC00619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359844753352757266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SmH-Z87VEBI/AAAAAAAACbg/MrwdsrS6UBs/s320/DSC00619.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met Islam for breakfast. I proceed home soon after for my usual afternoon nap. Ahaha, me and my afternoon naps.(-.-) So yeah, woke up at around 4pm. Got ready and then met Ayun as well as Hanizah at Lot One. Had our lunch under void deck and then proceed to town. Met Nana, Queb, Afiq as well as Amoi. Ni empat empat ekor minom jer tau. The guys were super drunk. Disturbing passerby, unduly shoutings etcs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slacked at Raffles steps and then went off at around 10pm. Met Islam again and went home together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Greenridge Idol 2009. My confidence level is way up too high, especially when my sorethroat is getting better and I chose the perfectly nice song that totally suits my voice. Woo, I am excited and I am not feeling a little nervous at all. Wish me luck people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember, what matter most is about giving your very best. NOT winning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-1873940577267486164?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/1873940577267486164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=1873940577267486164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/1873940577267486164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/1873940577267486164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-tired-and-i-enjoyed-today-very.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SmH-Z87VEBI/AAAAAAAACbg/MrwdsrS6UBs/s72-c/DSC00619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-8633694424741717238</id><published>2009-07-17T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T22:15:09.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I swear tht picture is v random. :p</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SmFZm9-86mI/AAAAAAAACbY/YOcVuHsaf-U/s1600-h/sasa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359663557556103778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SmFZm9-86mI/AAAAAAAACbY/YOcVuHsaf-U/s320/sasa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Notice the random picture? Ahaha, I was browsing through my folders and this picture appeared out of no where. Lame right? Ahaha. Anyway, have been vommiting blood past few days. Gross right to have blood in your mouth? That is exactly how I feel. Eeew. One more time, eew! Ahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, out of desperation in searching for songs, I've finally decided what song should I sing. It'll be a suprise so you'll only know on the day itself. Muahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, I am sleepy. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-8633694424741717238?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/8633694424741717238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=8633694424741717238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/8633694424741717238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/8633694424741717238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-swear-tht-picture-is-v-random-p.html' title='I swear tht picture is v random. :p'/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SmFZm9-86mI/AAAAAAAACbY/YOcVuHsaf-U/s72-c/sasa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-8397548514648627470</id><published>2009-07-16T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T09:07:03.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's a high possibility that I am backing out for Greenridge Idol. I am serious this time. My sorethroat isn't getting any better and my insticnt tells me that it'll take a longer time to heal. Apart from that, I seriously do not know what song should I sing. Yes, I've told many people that I'll be singing "More than words by Frank J", however everything seems to go wrong with that song. I went out of tune and didnt reach the high key of certain parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, every songs that I've had in mind doesnt seem to turn out right. It suck a lot. Especially when I am totally looking forward to the competition and something held me back. Fuck. I now seriously need your help, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Pick for me a song.&lt;br /&gt;2) Lower down the key of an instrumental song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, the thought of backing out is killing me. Why must everything goes wrong at the very very last minute! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-8397548514648627470?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/8397548514648627470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=8397548514648627470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/8397548514648627470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/8397548514648627470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/07/theres-high-possibility-that-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-997151756537215726</id><published>2009-07-16T08:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T08:22:04.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As promised, Outward Bound Sabah pictures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sl9FlaX7YSI/AAAAAAAACbI/lnixMVUjgQ8/s1600-h/PICT0902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359078590631338274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sl9FlaX7YSI/AAAAAAAACbI/lnixMVUjgQ8/s320/PICT0902.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sl9EjsXdMKI/AAAAAAAACbA/NzGVFYOO-XE/s1600-h/PICT0865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359077461589831842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sl9EjsXdMKI/AAAAAAAACbA/NzGVFYOO-XE/s320/PICT0865.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sl9EjZvprUI/AAAAAAAACa4/TsDjlo_5tN4/s1600-h/PICT0875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359077456591039810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sl9EjZvprUI/AAAAAAAACa4/TsDjlo_5tN4/s320/PICT0875.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sl9EjDeydnI/AAAAAAAACaw/d9KbISt1nxU/s1600-h/PICT0879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359077450614732402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sl9EjDeydnI/AAAAAAAACaw/d9KbISt1nxU/s320/PICT0879.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sl9Ei5dXEQI/AAAAAAAACao/mPL5Z4Ss3Nk/s1600-h/PICT0899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359077447924388098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sl9Ei5dXEQI/AAAAAAAACao/mPL5Z4Ss3Nk/s320/PICT0899.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sl9ESzRvYeI/AAAAAAAACaY/sbQafPJdQSs/s1600-h/PICT0906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359077171387130338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sl9ESzRvYeI/AAAAAAAACaY/sbQafPJdQSs/s320/PICT0906.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sl9ESgdM1RI/AAAAAAAACaQ/q4-Al9TEWlU/s1600-h/PICT0913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359077166334924050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sl9ESgdM1RI/AAAAAAAACaQ/q4-Al9TEWlU/s320/PICT0913.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sl9ESdeq9DI/AAAAAAAACaI/3AHCYC8Wa08/s1600-h/PICT0927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359077165535786034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sl9ESdeq9DI/AAAAAAAACaI/3AHCYC8Wa08/s320/PICT0927.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sl9ESG8RWHI/AAAAAAAACaA/G-P1bNfjlrs/s1600-h/PICT0933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359077159485921394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sl9ESG8RWHI/AAAAAAAACaA/G-P1bNfjlrs/s320/PICT0933.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sl9D-kq6rXI/AAAAAAAACZ4/PI8zAvVxTFM/s1600-h/PICT0948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359076823868812658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sl9D-kq6rXI/AAAAAAAACZ4/PI8zAvVxTFM/s320/PICT0948.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sl9D-Exkz0I/AAAAAAAACZw/PeAT20Dv9kI/s1600-h/PICT0965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359076815306805058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sl9D-Exkz0I/AAAAAAAACZw/PeAT20Dv9kI/s320/PICT0965.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sl9D952b61I/AAAAAAAACZo/o3nf20-fAOo/s1600-h/PICT0974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359076812374403922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sl9D952b61I/AAAAAAAACZo/o3nf20-fAOo/s320/PICT0974.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sl9D9WJjV5I/AAAAAAAACZg/KOc5WylY94s/s1600-h/PICT0998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359076802790905746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sl9D9WJjV5I/AAAAAAAACZg/KOc5WylY94s/s320/PICT0998.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sl9D9CCA1JI/AAAAAAAACZY/f-b-roVZYXI/s1600-h/PICT1142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359076797390574738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sl9D9CCA1JI/AAAAAAAACZY/f-b-roVZYXI/s320/PICT1142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sl9Drrte8NI/AAAAAAAACZQ/B7TST1EYDrQ/s1600-h/PICT1145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359076499341111506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sl9Drrte8NI/AAAAAAAACZQ/B7TST1EYDrQ/s320/PICT1145.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sl9DrnICoDI/AAAAAAAACZI/XzkcgaIy1q0/s1600-h/PICT1184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359076498110324786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sl9DrnICoDI/AAAAAAAACZI/XzkcgaIy1q0/s320/PICT1184.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sl9DrdzStfI/AAAAAAAACZA/MOy-KO3ho-c/s1600-h/PICT1254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359076495607379442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sl9DrdzStfI/AAAAAAAACZA/MOy-KO3ho-c/s320/PICT1254.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sl9DrPA1qOI/AAAAAAAACY4/fIRNMDeKOsM/s1600-h/PICT1316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359076491637663970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sl9DrPA1qOI/AAAAAAAACY4/fIRNMDeKOsM/s320/PICT1316.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sl9Dq2s01eI/AAAAAAAACYw/77uM4QaqMW0/s1600-h/PICT1413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359076485111272930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sl9Dq2s01eI/AAAAAAAACYw/77uM4QaqMW0/s320/PICT1413.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-997151756537215726?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/997151756537215726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=997151756537215726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/997151756537215726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/997151756537215726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-promised-outward-bound-sabah.html' title='As promised, Outward Bound Sabah pictures.'/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sl9FlaX7YSI/AAAAAAAACbI/lnixMVUjgQ8/s72-c/PICT0902.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-2266015943925130585</id><published>2009-07-15T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T07:59:02.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss us ):</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sl3s2SijyeI/AAAAAAAACXY/imnkx1QsO90/s1600-h/IMG_2310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358699549074639330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sl3s2SijyeI/AAAAAAAACXY/imnkx1QsO90/s320/IMG_2310.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sl3s2Nmpj8I/AAAAAAAACXQ/WlrO3kr4SWQ/s1600-h/IMG_2052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358699547749617602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sl3s2Nmpj8I/AAAAAAAACXQ/WlrO3kr4SWQ/s320/IMG_2052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sl3s1wk3R0I/AAAAAAAACXI/NcupdLwV8pY/s1600-h/IMG_2556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358699539957499714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sl3s1wk3R0I/AAAAAAAACXI/NcupdLwV8pY/s320/IMG_2556.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sl3s1amtu1I/AAAAAAAACXA/evu_SOi1bvw/s1600-h/IMG_2563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358699534059682642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sl3s1amtu1I/AAAAAAAACXA/evu_SOi1bvw/s320/IMG_2563.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sl3s1Ibc29I/AAAAAAAACW4/op3J7g6tzes/s1600-h/1_117769149l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358699529180601298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sl3s1Ibc29I/AAAAAAAACW4/op3J7g6tzes/s320/1_117769149l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, I do agree with Nana. I certainly miss Burongs. Just look at how happy we &lt;em&gt;were. &lt;/em&gt;Look at the so much fun and laughter we shared together. And due to one conflict we had, we split into two groups. I can't deny that you guys are the hyper-istic group of friends I've ever seen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am still waiting for the 'reunion' which will take place on I dont know when. But I can predict that even if there were to be a reunion, we'll still walk in two groups. : &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Honestly, I miss my daily routine very much. After school, I'll sleep till 5pm, and then I'll bathe and change and I'll take the LRT towards Jelapang and then meet you guys. Reunion please? ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To siape siape yang makan chilli, kau baru nak masok zaman fena kau per? Ahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-2266015943925130585?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/2266015943925130585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=2266015943925130585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/2266015943925130585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/2266015943925130585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-miss-us.html' title='I miss us ):'/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sl3s2SijyeI/AAAAAAAACXY/imnkx1QsO90/s72-c/IMG_2310.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-7972598550047752548</id><published>2009-07-15T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T02:46:18.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sl2jZQgPlkI/AAAAAAAACWI/vAKKG55qzGg/s1600-h/IMG_2301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358618785963021890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sl2jZQgPlkI/AAAAAAAACWI/vAKKG55qzGg/s320/IMG_2301.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello. This might be a short post alright. Well, as expected, I was qualified for the finals. Ahaha, yay right? There were more than 20 students who took part in the Greenridge Idol audition but however, only 9 were choosen and I am one of them. ^^ Sukarno mcm paham, this was what he said &lt;em&gt;"Alah, aku mmg dah lame tau yg kau boleh make it through." &lt;/em&gt;Which means &lt;em&gt;"Alah, I long time know already that you'll make it through."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harun is another gundu who mentioned the same thing. Ahaha, no lah guys, Im just joking okay. Anyway, I already know what song should I sing for the finals and am not 100% confident of that song. I can sing that song, only that the key is too high for me. Arghh. Wait! Not exactly TOO high lah, its one key higher than my voice. Certain parts made me sound like hungraaay pig. Eh wait, that is for ehem ehem, pb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyone who has the ability to bring down the key of an instrumental song, please tag me. ):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I am done for now. :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-7972598550047752548?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/7972598550047752548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=7972598550047752548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/7972598550047752548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/7972598550047752548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sl2jZQgPlkI/AAAAAAAACWI/vAKKG55qzGg/s72-c/IMG_2301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-4816962294332757887</id><published>2009-07-14T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T07:52:23.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SlyaFuMhj8I/AAAAAAAACWA/-DNJyjDBWCI/s1600-h/P1100475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358327079754633154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SlyaFuMhj8I/AAAAAAAACWA/-DNJyjDBWCI/s320/P1100475.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, just now was Greenridge Idol's audition. The number of participants increased instead of being dwidled. I was as per normal, nervous but however, like what I've mentioned before, I've learnt to overcome nervous syndrome or stage fright. Ahaha, just be yourself and enjoy singing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I am very elated to tell you guys that I did pretty well during today's audition compared to Rafusicul's audition. It felt so bloody good listening to the judges comment. I felt more honoured when Mr Lee wanted to hear me sing one more time. And he mentioned that I should prepare for my finals performance and that I could make it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Results will be tommorow but however, I knew the results already. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, takecare people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-4816962294332757887?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/4816962294332757887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=4816962294332757887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/4816962294332757887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/4816962294332757887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-just-now-was-greenridge-idols.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SlyaFuMhj8I/AAAAAAAACWA/-DNJyjDBWCI/s72-c/P1100475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-5196774598210711330</id><published>2009-07-13T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T08:18:12.388-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kau jgn jilat balek. cb.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kau da ludah'/><title type='text'>kikiku</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SltOARRsffI/AAAAAAAACV4/dlX_oS6KYuE/s1600-h/DSC00343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357961948231925234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SltOARRsffI/AAAAAAAACV4/dlX_oS6KYuE/s320/DSC00343.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, I am officially disconsolated by some events that has been going on lately. Nahh, I shall not rant futher about my unhappiness. It is so not me! :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I don't really like the new seating arrangement for mother tounge lesson. Especially when I am seated at the back of my class. Oh no, with the noisy surroundings and difficulty of looking at the whiteboard, I bet I won't be able to score my 'highest in class' grade anymore. Ahaha! Okay I am talking crap! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am currently feeling very tired. And so, I shall end this. Err, isn't it gonna be too short and err, boring? Ahaha! Oklah, I'll continue. So today, went to school with Islam. Its my first time waking up at 6am this year. Cool huh? Hahaha. Okay, what's with my hahaha? Random!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Greenridge Idol audition will be tommorow and I am feeling extremely nervous you knoooooow! Stop it sey. Okaylah, I am seriously blank now. Nites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-5196774598210711330?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/5196774598210711330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=5196774598210711330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/5196774598210711330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/5196774598210711330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/07/alright-i-am-officially-disconsolated.html' title='kikiku'/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SltOARRsffI/AAAAAAAACV4/dlX_oS6KYuE/s72-c/DSC00343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-2721782656678265115</id><published>2009-07-11T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T20:15:18.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SllPZZ5o9kI/AAAAAAAACVg/pV6H7NYeG4g/s1600-h/worst+job+ever.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357400529601885762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SllPZZ5o9kI/AAAAAAAACVg/pV6H7NYeG4g/s320/worst+job+ever.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, if you dont find this picture funny, it's time you realise that you officially have no sense of humour. Or maybe you need more time to think about the picture? So, toothbrush works as brushing off teeth while toilet roles are used for wiping asses. So which 'job' is worst? Ahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yesterday was supposed to have Mendaki. However, without us being informed, there's no Mendaki because some idiots from that school was infected with H1N1 flu and the school has to be closed down. So no one is allowed to use that school for whatever reasons. Including Mendaki-.- I was so furious mad because I could have continued my beauty sleep had I known that there's no Mendaki.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, afterwhich I really had no plans so I decided to meet Islam over at his house area. We didn't talk that much lah but mostly I sang throughout the whole 'meeting'. Ohya, coincidantally we were under Yannabangs' block and Sri complaint to me that I sang too loud. Ooops? Hahaha! Islam had his breakfast that was bought over at the nearest minimart. And he was complaining about how his money was cheated. Ahahaa! One packed of fried rice and a bottle of Milk Tea cost him $4.10. And there we go, saying "&lt;em&gt;Eh, $4.10 if I add 40cents can buy Long John Silvers sia!&lt;/em&gt;" and also the "&lt;em&gt;Eh, $4.10 if I add $2 can buy $6 prepaid card sia!&lt;/em&gt;" not forgetting the "&lt;em&gt;Eh, $4.10 is more than enough to buy Double Choc from Mc Cafe sia!&lt;/em&gt;". Ahahaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went back home and slept unintentionally. Ahh! I was supposed to meet Hadzran, Bob, Haikal, Khai and Wan at 2pm. However, I woke up only at 3.30pm. I text Hadzran that I'll join them in the evening. So slacked with KhaiKhai, Drakey as well as Fadhil over at their void deck. Ahaha, had fun with them. I went off soon after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I am too lazy to eleborate futher. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Psst, to that someone/reader, I've not use any of those bombastic words anymore. Happy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-2721782656678265115?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/2721782656678265115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=2721782656678265115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/2721782656678265115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/2721782656678265115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/07/now-if-you-dont-find-this-picture-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SllPZZ5o9kI/AAAAAAAACVg/pV6H7NYeG4g/s72-c/worst+job+ever.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-3756928583709616842</id><published>2009-07-09T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T08:30:06.258-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ewaah ewaaahh.'/><title type='text'>i know my face is sooo not needed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SlYIxaNYRRI/AAAAAAAACVY/-wKeQo7mE9o/s1600-h/nanana2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356478451745834258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SlYIxaNYRRI/AAAAAAAACVY/-wKeQo7mE9o/s320/nanana2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, my heartbeat is pumping even harder and faster like a speeding train heading to Europe. Okay, I dont find any link between my heartbeat pumping fast and a train heading to Europe. Im talking crap, I know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am super nervous for Greenridge Idol. Which would most probably take place on the 14th of July which is next Tuesday. There are so many proffesional competitors that I have to compete with and I dont have that much of high level confidence. Oh wait, I don't even think that I am eminent enough about my singing ability. Arghh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But without any worries, I'll be singing with full of intensity during the audition. I am currently under the confusion state where I am stuck at three songs and these song are &lt;strong&gt;She will be love by Maroon 5&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Let me love you by Mario&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;If I ain't got you by Alicia Keys&lt;/strong&gt;. I don't know which to sing for the audition. Any kind souls out there that can help me? I dont mind singing the song for you and then you choose it for me. Ahaa. However, I think the song If I ain't got you by Alicia Keys is too arduous for me to sing. So I might consider cancelling them out from my audition song list. Ahaha, I guess you're getting bored now because half of my post today is about Greenridge Idol. :p Whatever, my blog doesn't have any amoral anyway. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School was almost fun today, except that I locked myself in the toilet cubicle gasping for air. At least, there's a lesson learnt. Do not forget to bring your inhaler! Ahaha! Okay, I don't know why am I making this as a joke. Lesson got even fun during the class-assembly. The whole school were encouraged to do paper cranes. 1 paper cranes is equals to 100g of rice. Whereas 10 paper cranes is equavalent to 1kg of rice. It was fun, very fun. I don't find it stupid as well, infact it was unique. Having to fold paper cranes during lesson, aww so cute! -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Susah lah kalau boipren kite laen skola. Awak ni ehh, tukar skola joom!" - Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-3756928583709616842?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/3756928583709616842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=3756928583709616842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/3756928583709616842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/3756928583709616842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/07/saya-yakin-saya-boleh-terbang-k-mepek.html' title='i know my face is sooo not needed!'/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SlYIxaNYRRI/AAAAAAAACVY/-wKeQo7mE9o/s72-c/nanana2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-3496789631109208984</id><published>2009-07-08T07:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T08:12:17.814-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='promoting racial harmony? with this attitude? jalan daaa.'/><title type='text'>punat steam ehhhhhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SlSx14700tI/AAAAAAAACVQ/GYqnOnLSbsw/s1600-h/Victimise006j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356101396224856786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SlSx14700tI/AAAAAAAACVQ/GYqnOnLSbsw/s320/Victimise006j.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuck, I screw up my N level oral examination. I wish I could turn back time, but like what Jasmine mentioned, it's no use crying over a spilled milk. Argh, I let out our typical Singlish accents unintentionally. I hadn't been practicing well for it cause I've always thought I was good at reading. At least, I could stop worrying about my English oral examination. Oh wait, there's still more to come and all the sufferings would only end on the 9th of October. Exactly a day before Nadiah's birthday. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway for those who're still kept in the dark, I was sent to the hospital via ambulance from school on Thursday. Long event, but I kept forgetting to post about it. Frankly speaking, I felt contempible about our Principal's action. Yes, I very well knew that she cares for her students. I was having an arduous breathing problem and yet she was telling me that I was making life hard for the staffs and students. Fine, Im a burden. I accept your sarcasm with an open arms. However, the proposal of sending me to the hospital was such an immoral idea. You should respect our decisions, though. I don't mind if I can claim back the hospital bills, but no. It doesn't work that way. Mummy got so much of my hospital bills that has not been settled. Yet, you're adding burden on her shoulders. Okay whatever. I am prepared to be confronted by staffs if they were to read this and report it to her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a brighter note, I felt very elated to say that I am back in school after approximately four days of not attending school. Ahhh, the feeling was great. Seeing everyone in their stressful yet happy faces put on smiles on my face. Now, isn't it very credible if I were to say that I love school? Ahahahaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I am in a beffudled situation which involve trust. I don't know who should I believe. &lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not least, I am ever ready for the preparation of Greenridge Idol audition which will be held next Tuesday. It was supposed to be this week but it was postponed due to whatever reasons, which I am not sure of. And oh, I've composed my first own song. Plus it comes along with a guitarist. Awww! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-3496789631109208984?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/3496789631109208984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=3496789631109208984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/3496789631109208984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/3496789631109208984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/07/punat-steam.html' title='punat steam ehhhhhh'/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SlSx14700tI/AAAAAAAACVQ/GYqnOnLSbsw/s72-c/Victimise006j.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-5713576714372255864</id><published>2009-07-08T07:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T07:28:57.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im working on the blogskin, which is bugging me. will get back soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-5713576714372255864?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/5713576714372255864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=5713576714372255864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/5713576714372255864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/5713576714372255864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-working-on-blogskin-which-is-bugging.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-761277331045318361</id><published>2009-07-04T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T19:52:10.804-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you&apos;re the best of all.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354790267924234194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SlAJYLZXv9I/AAAAAAAACVI/RZ4MnedI-rE/s400/Photography.jpg" /&gt; Baby, you brighten up my life. I love the long hugs with you at the bustop while waiting for the bus. I love the touch of your lips on my cheeks. I love it when you played with my hair everytime I lay on your laps. Honestly, I love everything bout you baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday spells wonderful. But I'll not eleborate futher into any parts of it. Watched NDP rehearsals with baby. Had lotsa fun! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354788527409233826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SlAHy3eQf6I/AAAAAAAACVA/X_UjbrIMh9A/s400/090704_212717dfshdgh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354788519149686274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SlAHyYtBzgI/AAAAAAAACU4/AYGtHcOzuiA/s400/090704_224406wdwd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354788515762718850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SlAHyMFgyII/AAAAAAAACUw/y0lRqA9LIEk/s400/090704_212526sf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-761277331045318361?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/761277331045318361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=761277331045318361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/761277331045318361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/761277331045318361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/07/baby-you-brighten-up-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SlAJYLZXv9I/AAAAAAAACVI/RZ4MnedI-rE/s72-c/Photography.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-4115247558614040676</id><published>2009-07-01T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T05:48:49.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SktZVgs2PgI/AAAAAAAACUg/JTPdd4zlv94/s1600-h/IMG_3538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353470808150130178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SktZVgs2PgI/AAAAAAAACUg/JTPdd4zlv94/s400/IMG_3538.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy screwed up 16th Birthday Salihan! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At midnight, I was told to get out from my house. I went out only to see Sangeetha standing on the staircase. I was then asked to follow her up. Two storeys up, and yes it was tiring. I was rapturously smiling away when I saw Rini, with a beautiful brownie cake and a box of cookies as well as candles and ribbons decorated around the place. It spells beautiful suprise. I was so speechless at that juncture that I didnt manage to take any photos. Apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B then called me and we talked on the phone all the way till four am, leaving me snoring away like a droning sound. I woke up feeling so happy, but aparently it was just for that few hours. The class sang me a happy birthday and I decided to sing them 'Your Guardian Angel' in return. I've really gotten rid of my stage fright and Im so loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that evening, a mini BBQ birthday celebration was planned for me and I was excited. Thou I was feeling jaded, I manage to pull up my strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SktZVVb67JI/AAAAAAAACUY/_oUGv3MFJ3g/s1600-h/IMG_3528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353470805126343826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SktZVVb67JI/AAAAAAAACUY/_oUGv3MFJ3g/s400/IMG_3528.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SktZVNQkqEI/AAAAAAAACUQ/42DMjJo7vBg/s1600-h/IMG_3526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353470802931263554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SktZVNQkqEI/AAAAAAAACUQ/42DMjJo7vBg/s400/IMG_3526.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SktZU91YhhI/AAAAAAAACUI/mynVNlGIRYA/s1600-h/IMG_3533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353470798790690322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SktZU91YhhI/AAAAAAAACUI/mynVNlGIRYA/s400/IMG_3533.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-4115247558614040676?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/4115247558614040676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=4115247558614040676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/4115247558614040676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/4115247558614040676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-screwed-up-16th-birthday-salihan.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SktZVgs2PgI/AAAAAAAACUg/JTPdd4zlv94/s72-c/IMG_3538.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-510723492352037792</id><published>2009-06-30T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T08:28:33.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuck blogger, it doesnt allow me to upload any pictures. i'll wait till this shit is solved. birthday was screwed up, just for your information.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-510723492352037792?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/510723492352037792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=510723492352037792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/510723492352037792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/510723492352037792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/06/fuck-blogger-it-doesnt-allow-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-5054314989060155410</id><published>2009-06-28T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T08:11:25.566-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday gua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gua nak baju topman ah beb.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SkeF686QArI/AAAAAAAACS4/mUUIMQnA3BA/s1600-h/afdsaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352393929982476978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SkeF686QArI/AAAAAAAACS4/mUUIMQnA3BA/s400/afdsaf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is so arduous to update my blog recently. But its very credible if I were to tell you that I've been enjoying my last few days of holidays. Though I still suffer from insomnia, Im so glad I could actually wake up on time for some important events/outings that were plan for the day itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my Saturday was awesome. I knew something was imminent, and yes, our plan to hit the beach for a picnic was cancelled due to some unforseen reasons. Chey, unforseen reasons seyy. However, we did manage to enjoy ourselves though. Alot of things were last minute, we plan for sheesha but it was cancelled, lastly, we watched movie. Hahaaaa. I love you people maan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SkeF6_Nn5cI/AAAAAAAACSw/SJ5NyAe7qsQ/s1600-h/P6277210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352393930600605122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SkeF6_Nn5cI/AAAAAAAACSw/SJ5NyAe7qsQ/s400/P6277210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SkeF6p11O0I/AAAAAAAACSo/vDx9xDjKqPU/s1600-h/P6277211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352393924863671106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SkeF6p11O0I/AAAAAAAACSo/vDx9xDjKqPU/s400/P6277211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SkeF6b2kYbI/AAAAAAAACSg/mwYLGpX2PvM/s1600-h/P6277215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352393921108664754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SkeF6b2kYbI/AAAAAAAACSg/mwYLGpX2PvM/s400/P6277215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SkeF6CF07HI/AAAAAAAACSY/9Ap3AT08GVY/s1600-h/P6277231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352393914193341554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SkeF6CF07HI/AAAAAAAACSY/9Ap3AT08GVY/s400/P6277231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lastly, I'd like to wish my &lt;em&gt;girlfriend&lt;/em&gt;, Ayun, a very happy birthdaaaaay. Of course, not the real girlfriend. But wife laah, hahahaa. :p Nolah, joking. Glad that you're 19, always very grateful that you could actually buy for me stuff that I couldn't. See, advantages of having a legal-age friend. :p Apart from that, youre great laaah! A sister to me, and a girlfriend to me. :D Always there to shoo my fears away. Thanks for everything girl, :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-5054314989060155410?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/5054314989060155410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=5054314989060155410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/5054314989060155410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/5054314989060155410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-is-so-arduous-to-update-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SkeF686QArI/AAAAAAAACS4/mUUIMQnA3BA/s72-c/afdsaf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-7875794387572585053</id><published>2009-06-25T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T10:17:12.955-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Next event Im looking forward to is my birthday (:'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhhh! I can finally breathe a proper post from today onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that I chose an arduous song which was Angels Brought Me Here sung by Guy Sebastian. Corollary, I went a little bit off tune. Judges mentioned that it was good to see me enjoying myself on stage. Only that I chose the wrong song. It was so dispiriting that I kept myself silence halfway through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the 5th position out of 7 contestant. It was a great experience! I certainly learnt how to not be nervous on stage, I made countless of new friends, and most of all, I had a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, thanks so much for those who came to support me for the finals and semi-finals! I really really appreciate it. I shall list down their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who came for Semi Finals :&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, Hanizah, Izz, Hanani, Iffah, Jasmine, Simin, NanaCine, Afiq, Amoi, Queb, NanaShawty, Apis, Rini, Hafizah, Sabby, Alfian, Lufi, Shasha, Kak B, Shimah, Aina, Hazwan, Ika, Firdaus, YannaBangs, Sri, Sairi, Enna, Sara, Deela, Syaza. (Please inform me if I missed out your names)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who came for Finals :&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, Hanizah, Rini, Hafizah, Sabby, Wany, Aina, Hazwan, YannaBangs, Sri, Sairi, Aip, Miya, Jocasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much! Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-7875794387572585053?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/7875794387572585053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=7875794387572585053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/7875794387572585053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/7875794387572585053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/06/ahhhh-i-can-finally-breathe-proper-post.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-2731024533329719410</id><published>2009-06-24T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T17:40:13.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SkJGkDL8h4I/AAAAAAAACSA/SwDqlZYuObQ/s1600-h/IMGP0624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350916892414216066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SkJGkDL8h4I/AAAAAAAACSA/SwDqlZYuObQ/s400/IMGP0624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, I did my very best for the Semi finals. Despite being very worried because some of my supporters came late, I still manage to calm my nervousness and yeah, I did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would really like to thank each and every one of you who attended and supported me. I really appreciate it, alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes people, I MADE IT TO THE FINALS! Do support me tommorow, same place and same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;United Square. (BESIDE NOVENA MRT)&lt;br /&gt;3PM ONWARDS. (PLEASE BE THERE&lt;strong&gt; BEFORE 3&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SkJGjqq4VZI/AAAAAAAACR4/0_eksGUjwOI/s1600-h/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350916885833078162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SkJGjqq4VZI/AAAAAAAACR4/0_eksGUjwOI/s400/us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SkJIB7FPCnI/AAAAAAAACSI/EG4itzC4DSA/s1600-h/IMG_5440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350918505146288754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SkJIB7FPCnI/AAAAAAAACSI/EG4itzC4DSA/s400/IMG_5440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SkLG8iFKPTI/AAAAAAAACSQ/QYZJvH0MuA8/s1600-h/P1100475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351058050512469298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SkLG8iFKPTI/AAAAAAAACSQ/QYZJvH0MuA8/s400/P1100475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-2731024533329719410?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/2731024533329719410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=2731024533329719410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/2731024533329719410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/2731024533329719410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/06/yes-i-did-my-very-best-for-semi-finals.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SkJGkDL8h4I/AAAAAAAACSA/SwDqlZYuObQ/s72-c/IMGP0624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-3156416861748878257</id><published>2009-06-23T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T11:16:29.745-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IM NERVOUUUUUS'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sj7tBGhm4fI/AAAAAAAACRg/Os-UxxBInfM/s1600-h/Rafusicul_Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349974010549953010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sj7tBGhm4fI/AAAAAAAACRg/Os-UxxBInfM/s400/Rafusicul_Poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt; &lt;center&gt;Rafusicul'09&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24th June 2009 - Semi Finals.&lt;br /&gt;25th June 2009 - Finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;United Square (Beside Novena MRT)&lt;br /&gt;Alight at Novena MRT and turn right to exit A.&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes underground walk to United Square from Novena MRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to be there by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is located at &lt;strong&gt;Basement 1.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am schedule to be the position 8th participant.&lt;br /&gt;Results will be at 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do wish me luck people! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please come and support me. Audience support is considered in the judging criteria. 15 marks!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-3156416861748878257?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/3156416861748878257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=3156416861748878257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/3156416861748878257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/3156416861748878257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/06/rafusicul09-24th-june-2009-semi-finals_23.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sj7tBGhm4fI/AAAAAAAACRg/Os-UxxBInfM/s72-c/Rafusicul_Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-4129928376293786530</id><published>2009-06-23T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T06:42:12.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SkDYSdSB0UI/AAAAAAAACRw/6e4HrJGX6EY/s1600-h/Rafusicul_Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350514168925638978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SkDYSdSB0UI/AAAAAAAACRw/6e4HrJGX6EY/s400/Rafusicul_Poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Im left with a approximately eighteen more hours to semi finals. I still couldn't believe that I have yet to challenge myself to reach the high note of the song that I'll be singing. This definately can't be happening. Already I've yet to challenge myself to reach the high note, worst still, I don't have anymore time to practice and rehearse. Not only that, I have to prepare a speech about my performance and it is yet to be done. Fuck, everything seem to be so rushy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the verge of giving up and changing into another song this evening. But however, something just held me back. I dont know why but I just feel that the current song is the best one. Oh please, I hope I can reach those little high notes which I usually tend to go off pitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter side, Ayun, Hanizah as well as Izz is finally back from their Sunway Lagoon holidays. They went there leaving me so empty. Ahaha, and Im grateful that they can make it tommorow to support me. I love you guys man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I'd like to thank these people who're willing to come down tommorow to support me. These people are (Some not confirm) sri, dyanna, ikin, natasha, deela, syaza, nini, dzul, zubaidah, zubaidah's lil sis, azhar, nizam, nanac, nanas, apis, queb, amoi, afiq, leia, ayeen, rini, hafizah, diyana, mary alissa, ayun, hanizah, izz, nani, iffah, jasmine, jane, yong sheng, yong meng, kokhui, simin, surya, shamimah, sabby, sabby's friends, aina, aina's boyfriend, kak b, kak b's friend, cheryl and haziqah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it is possible to add on the number of supporters that is coming down tommorow. I want my supporters to reach 50. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take note to all my supporters, do cheer and shout for me. Audience support os 15% of the judging criteria. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-4129928376293786530?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/4129928376293786530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=4129928376293786530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/4129928376293786530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/4129928376293786530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-left-with-approximately-eighteen.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SkDYSdSB0UI/AAAAAAAACRw/6e4HrJGX6EY/s72-c/Rafusicul_Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-7861105587622884250</id><published>2009-06-22T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T11:15:19.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sj_KL8kAhZI/AAAAAAAACRo/du8DhFJ2Zvg/s1600-h/evert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350217188923966866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 372px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sj_KL8kAhZI/AAAAAAAACRo/du8DhFJ2Zvg/s400/evert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post was written on the 23rd of June, Tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rafusicul'09 is definately conceivable that it is officially in one day's time. And I've yet to escape from the world of sorethroat. Instead of drinking lots of plain water, I aggravated it futher by drinking all sort of softdrinks from coke to pepsi and to root beer. Not only that, I've been also eating spicy foods. Argh, since I suffer from insomnia, I've got no choice but to grab all sort of foods and stuff it in my mouth. Okay, I knew this sounds wrong in the first place. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, like I mentioned earlier on, Rafusicul'09 is taking place tommorow! Im so feeling the heat of it and at the same time, wondering how can I get rid of these butterflies in my stomach. The feeling suck alot and I dont like it. Ahh! So yeah, very elated to say that I've got myself a close to fourty supporters. But I dont think thats enough. Worst still, the organization included audience support as 15% in the judging criteria. I was like 'whaddafark!' Ahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im becoming a loafer; I rot at home and idle around. Yes, I devote my freedom. If I were to go out, I bet I wont stop puffing away. And I so need to save my voice for the big day. On the other hand, &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; is becoming a pest. I want to hang a dont-talk-to-me sign over myself. Ahaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is in a week's time and Im so eveready looking forward to it. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all. I would like to apologise for not replying tags. Been busy. But I will, as soon as the competition's over.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-7861105587622884250?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/7861105587622884250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=7861105587622884250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/7861105587622884250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/7861105587622884250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/06/rafusicul09-is-definately-conceivable.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sj_KL8kAhZI/AAAAAAAACRo/du8DhFJ2Zvg/s72-c/evert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-6493603556751953787</id><published>2009-06-21T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T01:59:21.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sj7tBGhm4fI/AAAAAAAACRg/Os-UxxBInfM/s1600-h/Rafusicul_Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349974010549953010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sj7tBGhm4fI/AAAAAAAACRg/Os-UxxBInfM/s400/Rafusicul_Poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt; Rafusicul'09&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24th June 2009 - Semi Finals.&lt;br /&gt;25th June 2009 - Finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;United Square (Beside Novena MRT)&lt;br /&gt;Alight at Novena MRT and turn right to exit A.&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes underground walk to United Square from Novena MRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to be there by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is located at Basement 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am schedule to be the position 8th participant.&lt;br /&gt;Results will be at 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please come and support me. Audience support is considered in the judging criteria. 15 marks!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-6493603556751953787?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/6493603556751953787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=6493603556751953787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/6493603556751953787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/6493603556751953787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/06/rafusicul09-24th-june-2009-semi-finals.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sj7tBGhm4fI/AAAAAAAACRg/Os-UxxBInfM/s72-c/Rafusicul_Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-5710004027079653871</id><published>2009-06-20T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T19:12:48.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sj2VGgfRYvI/AAAAAAAACRY/w1VZ-LGAM9A/s1600-h/Rafusicul_Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349595871418868466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sj2VGgfRYvI/AAAAAAAACRY/w1VZ-LGAM9A/s400/Rafusicul_Poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've got briefing to attend later on. Which they will then inform us more details about our performance. So by tonight, I'll most probably tell you guys the exact timing of the concert. At the same time, after the briefing, I'll be going down to Novena or rather United Square to check out the place, and bus services, etcs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sj2VGXA8xCI/AAAAAAAACRQ/c52JewftQF0/s1600-h/DSC01134.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I got a good time persuading my cousin's parents to let them come to support me. Hahaha! I love it. By tonight's post, I'll also name people who're attending. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-5710004027079653871?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/5710004027079653871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=5710004027079653871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/5710004027079653871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/5710004027079653871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/06/ive-got-briefing-to-attend-later-on.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sj2VGgfRYvI/AAAAAAAACRY/w1VZ-LGAM9A/s72-c/Rafusicul_Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-813337393415716004</id><published>2009-06-19T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T20:04:29.808-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':D'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SjxPsX3xBrI/AAAAAAAACRI/kq7kpS9jJG8/s1600-h/DSC00343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349238081150060210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SjxPsX3xBrI/AAAAAAAACRI/kq7kpS9jJG8/s400/DSC00343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hello readers. I've been suffering from insomnia lately, and Sabby is suffering from it as well. It has been so difficult for me, especially when my sleeping pills has finished. Fuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izz, Ayun as well as Hanizah went to Sunway Lagoon yesterday (Friday), so I decided to slack with the old people whom I missed very much. They're none other than Leia, Marlia, Yat, Nana, Amoi and Queb. Aww, though we didnt really enjoy ourselves that much due to awkwardness, it was great still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I am freaking out already. Im seriously freaking out! Why? The poster below tells you why! :D (Omg, Im not even supposed to be smilling!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SjxPsP1pdeI/AAAAAAAACRA/RGrtvl783H8/s1600-h/Rafusicul_Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349238078993692130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SjxPsP1pdeI/AAAAAAAACRA/RGrtvl783H8/s400/Rafusicul_Poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, Im not freaking out because the event is getting nearer. Im freaking out because I had forgotten to add on one more information that should be inform to you guys! Ahhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, as you can see, Im choosen to be in the Semi Finals and it will be held on the 24th of June. However, the &lt;strong&gt;Finals&lt;/strong&gt; will be held on the &lt;strong&gt;25th of June&lt;/strong&gt;. And &lt;strong&gt;IF&lt;/strong&gt; I were to be in the finals, I'll &lt;strong&gt;need your support&lt;/strong&gt; as well. So there's the left over information that I forgot to mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-813337393415716004?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/813337393415716004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=813337393415716004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/813337393415716004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/813337393415716004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-readers.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SjxPsX3xBrI/AAAAAAAACRI/kq7kpS9jJG8/s72-c/DSC00343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-7278268619337991410</id><published>2009-06-18T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T09:15:12.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SjpjybPxtcI/AAAAAAAACP4/6VvjPSYoG0Y/s1600-h/IMG_1609.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It doesn't matter if I win, or the colour of my skin. Cause the race is all about, &lt;strong&gt;believing in yourselves&lt;/strong&gt;" - I dream ; Taufiq Batisah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im gonna make it clear enough that semi finals will be in less than a week's time. Im so feeling the heat of it. Though, I may not be so profficient in my singing, at least I can acquire experience by performing on stage in the public. Not saying that I've never performed on stage before, but this is singing. Totally different than acting. Not interested to win neither am I interested to get into finals. Experience is all I need, haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apart from that, I am very very grateful to all my friends who're making their time agile just so they could come down and support. Awww, sucha lovely friends I've got. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the other hand, thanks for the good luck and congratulations wishes that you guys have put up on your blog. Thanks alot! &lt;/p&gt;Finally, people had been asking me what colour shirt will I be wearing on tht day itself so that they could also wear the same colour as me. Well, I'll be wearing blue but hey, its okay lah actually. As long as you're there to support, I'd really appreciate that alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SjpjyW5yRGI/AAAAAAAACPw/Wc6HyOGlADk/s1600-h/AINAAA.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SjpjyKKCB8I/AAAAAAAACPo/jeHhcykx5Tc/s1600-h/SYAZAA.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It has been one month since I put up the counter hits. Approximately more than hundreds of readers a day. Aww, thank you for being a faithful reader.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-7278268619337991410?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/7278268619337991410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=7278268619337991410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/7278268619337991410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/7278268619337991410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-doesnt-matter-if-i-win-or-colour-of.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-4121788401881196729</id><published>2009-06-16T23:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:39:00.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SjiJOXPbDKI/AAAAAAAACO4/5cGAiOVsbwI/s1600-h/Rafusicul_Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348175437352340642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SjiJOXPbDKI/AAAAAAAACO4/5cGAiOVsbwI/s400/Rafusicul_Poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rafusicul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; is a combination of the words Racial, Fusion and Culture. It represents the unique diversity of the event and the energy of the organising committee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rafusicul is an event organised by the OnePeople.sg Youth Wing members (mainly Campteen 2008 participants).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now again, for the second time, Mohd Salihan is elated to say that he is choosen to be in the Semi Finals of the above mentioned event under the singing category. Wooohoooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, all he needs now is you people's support! The Semi-Finals will be next Wednesday which is on the 24th of June 2009. It'll be held at United Square which is beside Novena MRT station. The singing category will start their performance at 1pm. So do make sure you guys come down by 1pm okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do text me on wether you're coming or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your presence is greatly appreciated! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-4121788401881196729?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/4121788401881196729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=4121788401881196729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/4121788401881196729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/4121788401881196729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/06/rafusicul-is-combination-of-words.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SjiJOXPbDKI/AAAAAAAACO4/5cGAiOVsbwI/s72-c/Rafusicul_Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-2019493028445869061</id><published>2009-06-15T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T08:04:07.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SjZeaJdyAXI/AAAAAAAACOw/mG252Rsolo8/s1600-h/Rafusicul_Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347565410859483506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SjZeaJdyAXI/AAAAAAAACOw/mG252Rsolo8/s400/Rafusicul_Poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh hello, I'll this post short and simple.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh my God. Guess what? I joined a singing competition as mentioned above. Yes, I just came back from the audition which was today. And, I've just got the result! With much perseverance and determination, I made it to the next round which is the semi-finals with a score of 77 out of 100.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I have to agree that it wasnt even my 50% because I ran out of tune in the pitching. Argh! One of the judges gave me a comment saying that &lt;em&gt;my voice is nice, good tune and I can reach the high pitch. However, I got myself too nervous and that I was rushing. Corollary, my voice ran out of tune in the higher pitching.&lt;/em&gt; Booo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, I got one big favour to ask from you guys. Do come and support for the Semi-Finals. It'll be held at United Square located beside Novena MRT. On the 24th of June (Next week. OMG!) From I think 1pm onwards. Okay, do text me if you're coming.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-2019493028445869061?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/2019493028445869061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=2019493028445869061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/2019493028445869061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/2019493028445869061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-hello-ill-this-post-short-and-simple.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SjZeaJdyAXI/AAAAAAAACOw/mG252Rsolo8/s72-c/Rafusicul_Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-4758085081690167665</id><published>2009-06-14T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T19:16:46.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Argh! Recently, my sim card doesn't allow me to send smses neither does it allow me to call. But somehow, I can receive calls and smses. I'll be going to the service centre to ask why this why tht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I'd like to apologise for not replying any of your msges. As soon as my sim card are fixed, I'll sms you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I've finally decided where should I held my birthday party. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sukarno, sms me. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-4758085081690167665?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/4758085081690167665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=4758085081690167665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/4758085081690167665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/4758085081690167665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/06/argh-recently-my-sim-card-doesnt-allow.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-6682627707323720119</id><published>2009-06-13T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T17:13:28.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SjQ9-OofnxI/AAAAAAAACOo/U9_jj9eW5Qw/s1600-h/IMG_3203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346966796884746002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SjQ9-OofnxI/AAAAAAAACOo/U9_jj9eW5Qw/s320/IMG_3203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alright, I think Hanizah is very eminent at dressing up cakes. Woah, not bad huh Anizah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the plan of going for a karaoke session at Ayun's crib was cancelled for me. Why? The weather was so fcuking good and I only woke up at 4pm. No doubt that Im such a pig! Haha. I wasn't tenacious in my decisions made today. I kept changing shirts cause I seriously don't know what should be worn. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I was optimistic today. But yes, the party turned out to be very triumphant. So, I shall end today's post. Its 8am and I need to head off to rewang in 15 minutes time. I'll update more soon. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SjQ997skGoI/AAAAAAAACOg/PWXHjdots-0/s1600-h/IMG_3195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346966791801543298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SjQ997skGoI/AAAAAAAACOg/PWXHjdots-0/s320/IMG_3195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-6682627707323720119?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/6682627707323720119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=6682627707323720119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/6682627707323720119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/6682627707323720119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/06/alright-i-think-hanizah-is-very-eminent.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SjQ9-OofnxI/AAAAAAAACOo/U9_jj9eW5Qw/s72-c/IMG_3203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-410143888385981205</id><published>2009-06-12T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T09:56:59.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SjKCIZas0WI/AAAAAAAACOI/-qehdzGkNxM/s1600-h/IMG_1871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346478788415639906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SjKCIZas0WI/AAAAAAAACOI/-qehdzGkNxM/s320/IMG_1871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;Was taken last february, but I still like this picture though. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I totally have no comments to people who said that my sentence structure suck. But still, I accept your comment though. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, we've got missing shoes, t-shirts and pants which was left to dry outside my house. So, my brother proposed that we install a security camera and yes, it has already been installed. I pretty much like it because I can see my neighbours walking past while introspecting the camera with a beffudled face on them. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im still not profficient enough in my time flexibility. Honestly, I've been spending my day sleeping and I'll only go out in the late evening. The sun's sorching hot and I can't stand it. Not because Imma bimbo who can't stand the sun that much. But because Im having heat rashes. They'll start acting up like needles poking all over my body when Im under the sun. Not only can I not be under the sun, I also can't be in a hot room or place. To make it short, I can't be in a hot surrounding. Arghhh! And I've yet to see the doctor for a new cream since the old one has finished and it is not useful at all. Arsehole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who have went through the same situation I am in now, do tag me on different ways on how can I cure this freaking irritating heat rashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tmr as well as Sunday Im fully booked. Will be going for karaoke session at Ayun's crib and then attend her birthday celebration in the evening till close to midnight. Ok I hate this part. Sunday will be washing plates at cousin's wedding. I guess thats all. Byeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-410143888385981205?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/410143888385981205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=410143888385981205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/410143888385981205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/410143888385981205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/06/was-taken-last-february-but-i-still.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SjKCIZas0WI/AAAAAAAACOI/-qehdzGkNxM/s72-c/IMG_1871.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-1407751949030645407</id><published>2009-06-08T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T17:40:37.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Si0gJfKFkvI/AAAAAAAACN4/7qKqqMV3bUo/s1600-h/P1050492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344963680113365746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Si0gJfKFkvI/AAAAAAAACN4/7qKqqMV3bUo/s320/P1050492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Demoralised. Never have I expect to see a drastic change in me. Im intricated by everything around me. Fuck. I said such an unduly hurtful words that no mother would ever like to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You're selfish. You know what? I'd rather not have a mother than having a mother like you. You don't understand your son. Having you as my mother feels like I dont have a mother at all. All you know is give me freedom and money but have you ever thought about my feelings? I hate you mum." - Yelled by Salihan at 3.48pm on a wonderful Monday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, that was such an immoral thing to do. Instead of alluding her, I got myself straight-forward. I didn't knew I could be so rude to my mother to the extend of even making her cry. What a sinner I am. I definately don't have any tacts at all. Instead of calming the situation, I aggravated it futher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, Im beffudled by some other issues that have been going on recently. If only you did not flash your ego, none of this would have happened. Lastly, my health. My ailment aren't getting any better at all. God, I am such a burden. I believe this is just the incipient. There's more to come. There is &lt;strong&gt;more&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so disconsolated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Si0gJCfi1xI/AAAAAAAACNw/RT3HBeQCF5o/s1600-h/P1050776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344963672418735890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Si0gJCfi1xI/AAAAAAAACNw/RT3HBeQCF5o/s320/P1050776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looking on the bright side, I had fun during the Drama Camp that was held recently. However, I must be honest that the food they provide was atrocious. But the plans that had been lined up for us was triumphant. Everyone was especially feeling jubilant. We did had a rapturous fun. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the first night, I proposed that we order Mcdonald through the delivery hotline for supper. I felt horribly bloated after the supper meal. After which, I went out of the school cause Ayun as well as Izz was waiting under the void deck next to our school. I did went out but I was caught by Miss Ruby. So we did some kind of an editted version of Prison Break. Hahaha. Anw, I couldn't sleep as it was very cold in the Arts Hub. But at least, I had a pathetic 2 hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344963667915950578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Si0gIxt_yfI/AAAAAAAACNg/us6tqBCpynI/s320/P1050748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Si0gIufntPI/AAAAAAAACNY/ijwZR7fDnyg/s1600-h/P1050727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344963667050345714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Si0gIufntPI/AAAAAAAACNY/ijwZR7fDnyg/s320/P1050727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im currently too lazy to type out the activities we did, but I swear nothing can verbalize how much fun I had with you guys. Especially my lovely group, we did the best in all the games and acting and yes, we won the first prize. We definately deserve that! Go powerpuff girl! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stepping down ceremony was I guess a sad one. I cried alot. Juniors, do make we seniors proud okay? I love each and everyone of you very very very much. Especially Glenn and Nazurah. Anw, I wna sleep now. Im jaded. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Si0nt1M_ORI/AAAAAAAACOA/thW_2eip0kA/s1600-h/P1050766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344972001087797522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Si0nt1M_ORI/AAAAAAAACOA/thW_2eip0kA/s320/P1050766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my loving group! I love you more than any words could describe! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-1407751949030645407?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/1407751949030645407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=1407751949030645407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/1407751949030645407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/1407751949030645407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/06/demoralised.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Si0gJfKFkvI/AAAAAAAACN4/7qKqqMV3bUo/s72-c/P1050492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-9108553923834561268</id><published>2009-06-07T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T19:03:07.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll update about drama camp later, as for now, I'm speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pretty impressed with what the doctor told me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When we are unable to add days to life, we try to add life to days."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-9108553923834561268?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/9108553923834561268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=9108553923834561268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/9108553923834561268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/9108553923834561268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/06/ill-update-about-drama-camp-later-as.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-6147726254472955273</id><published>2009-06-05T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T08:10:36.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sik1OTDCoWI/AAAAAAAACNQ/SYf76GU-zX4/s1600-h/IMG_3048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343860952599273826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sik1OTDCoWI/AAAAAAAACNQ/SYf76GU-zX4/s320/IMG_3048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'll be going for drama camp tommorow and sunday. So, I won't be updating my blog but do look out for the updates after the camp! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sik1EjgZVkI/AAAAAAAACNI/QCKXistn1Jg/s1600-h/IMG_2985sdaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-6147726254472955273?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/6147726254472955273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=6147726254472955273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/6147726254472955273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/6147726254472955273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/06/ill-be-going-for-drama-camp-tommorow.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sik1OTDCoWI/AAAAAAAACNQ/SYf76GU-zX4/s72-c/IMG_3048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-4023157370289165184</id><published>2009-06-04T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T09:09:48.005-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I dont have to complain about my prepaid being low anymore (:'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SifXpak8m2I/AAAAAAAACNA/S5zMQCtc8PE/s1600-h/IMG_3042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343476589407279970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SifXpak8m2I/AAAAAAAACNA/S5zMQCtc8PE/s320/IMG_3042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't know why but I do love this picture (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am feeling very rapturous this week. I received two advance birthday presents from Sangeetha and my brother in one week. I got a ten dollar Popular voucher from Sangeetha and a new line contract for my phone from my brother. But I doubt my bill will stay below hundred because Im a guzzler in smsing. Like hello, I sms 500 times a day yknow. Well, Im gonna control but I sense that its gonna be arduous. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, last year during my 15th birthday, I wished for 15 presents and I was very elated that I got more than 26 presents. As for this year, since its my 16th, I am wishing for 16 presents. Muahaha! I know, Imma thick-skin person. But minus off the two presents I received, so it'll be 14 presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I wna go off now. Do ask me for my new number and &lt;strong&gt;do not&lt;/strong&gt; sms to my old number. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-4023157370289165184?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/4023157370289165184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=4023157370289165184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/4023157370289165184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/4023157370289165184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-dont-know-why-but-i-do-love-this.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SifXpak8m2I/AAAAAAAACNA/S5zMQCtc8PE/s72-c/IMG_3042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-2853794714476356295</id><published>2009-06-01T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T09:29:33.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SiP60nCWLrI/AAAAAAAACM4/yg3cAUHrZ7I/s1600-h/IMG_3145sadgf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342389364730506930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SiP60nCWLrI/AAAAAAAACM4/yg3cAUHrZ7I/s320/IMG_3145sadgf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im elated to say that my prophecies of an impending boring day was immoral. Muahahaha! Nothing can verbalize my rapturous time today as well as yesterday. Wait. It seems like everyday is a fun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Anyway I had a complaint as well as suggestions by my fellow readers telling me that they could not understand certain difficult words that I used. So someone proposed that I use normal english like I used to. And yeah, I find that a good proposal. &lt;strong&gt;But &lt;/strong&gt;only from the next post onwards. (:&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that using those words is the only way I can improve my standard of english. I'd rather lose my frequent readers than losing marks for my N levels. Hahaha, Im sorry but if you don't understand them, read up from the dictionary. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, Im feeling very very jaded. And I guess I shall end here since I've got remedials tommorow which requires me to wake up at 6.30am tommorow. Argh! Remedials are such a hindrance. But I know its for our own good since we're sitting for our N levels papers this year. Okay I guess Im doneeeeeee ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou Im jaded, at the same time, I still feel hyper. All thanks to Fatin Nonet! Hahaha! She was crazy even in the midst of almost midnight. Muahaha! Haiqal and I had so much laughters. Ayun was another crazy fellow. I love playing taiti with her. Cause she's cute when she lose and I'll end up bursting into laughters. Oh wait, Im gonna laugh! HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok bye! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-2853794714476356295?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/2853794714476356295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=2853794714476356295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/2853794714476356295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/2853794714476356295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-elated-to-say-that-my-prophecies-of.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SiP60nCWLrI/AAAAAAAACM4/yg3cAUHrZ7I/s72-c/IMG_3145sadgf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-40156833274582856</id><published>2009-05-30T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T17:52:53.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SiHQEo5QZ2I/AAAAAAAACMw/ifThPXHqUdg/s1600-h/IMG_3072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341779411153741666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SiHQEo5QZ2I/AAAAAAAACMw/ifThPXHqUdg/s320/IMG_3072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Night Safari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a tremendous time with these people on the trip to Night Safari. Nothing can substantiate the fun I had with you guys. Anyway, we had our dinner at KFC and we went off to the bus interchange. Everyone was feeling rapturous as well as excited and that includes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be embarassing to say that it was my first visit to the Night Safari because my mum loathe the place very much. However, I manage to acquire permission after much persuadation. Once we reached there, everyone started creating unduly noises to show their excitement. So we went to the ticketing counter, purchased our tickets and resume with our exploration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SiHQETn9QWI/AAAAAAAACMo/pvQhy6GjD7M/s1600-h/ere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341779405444039010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SiHQETn9QWI/AAAAAAAACMo/pvQhy6GjD7M/s320/ere.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The map, or rather the path way was very intricating and we were befuddled but we manage to introspect the whole area. I especially like the close-up with the tiger which was placed behind a glass window and the tiger was exactly infront of it. Followed by being inside the cage of flying squirels where they jump from one tree to another exactly on top of our heads. And of course, many more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finished our exploration, we went for this fire show where fires came out from their mouths. It was cool and it kept us very energetic, clapping along to the music and cat-calling them. Hahaha. I must say Hanizah was extra hyper during that performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SiHQEW0nGGI/AAAAAAAACMg/8HPUu21wh8I/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341779406302419042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SiHQEW0nGGI/AAAAAAAACMg/8HPUu21wh8I/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SiHQEO7UxpI/AAAAAAAACMY/n2jsQZkE0NY/s1600-h/DSC00434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341779404183094930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SiHQEO7UxpI/AAAAAAAACMY/n2jsQZkE0NY/s320/DSC00434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And when the show came to an end, everyone was jaded. But we manage to snap photos here and there. Before finally walking to the bustop. We were sweating but we still joke around and creating unduly noises. At last, we reached CCK at around 11pm. The rest went for their supper at Lot One's Mcdonalds while I went home. Not exactly home, but went for supper at CCK Community Club's Mcdonalds with (insertname). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, I would like to verbalize to you guys that I enjoyed today very much and thank you for making this outing a successful one. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw, Drama Camp is in one week's time and I am so looking forward to it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SiHQD9BxKMI/AAAAAAAACMQ/wy1y9jHpLnw/s1600-h/dhgfdg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341779399378282690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SiHQD9BxKMI/AAAAAAAACMQ/wy1y9jHpLnw/s320/dhgfdg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-40156833274582856?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/40156833274582856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=40156833274582856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/40156833274582856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/40156833274582856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/05/night-safari.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SiHQEo5QZ2I/AAAAAAAACMw/ifThPXHqUdg/s72-c/IMG_3072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-7855347927176999878</id><published>2009-05-29T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T20:45:02.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SiCnIC3lPII/AAAAAAAACMI/ZmmUCTgx148/s1600-h/Victimise005a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341452914712198274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SiCnIC3lPII/AAAAAAAACMI/ZmmUCTgx148/s320/Victimise005a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not apologise for abandoning this blog of mine. Fact is, not only have I been abandoning my blog. I've been neglecting my sleeps as well. There's so many issues running in and out of my mind lately. Im befuddle by life. Corollary, Im suffering from insomnia. Of course, those sleeping pills I took given by the emminent people helps a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being an ingenuous person, never has it come across my mind that someone would actually take advantage of it. Other than that, I've been disconsolated by the shoutings that came from behind the door of my parent's room. This is just the incipient thou. My prophecies tells me that there is more to come. Life has also been very arduous for me and I am contemptuous towards those bunch of people who is being such a hindrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protempore, I am very grateful that there're still friends who cares thou never have I told any of them about what on earth is happening. I am sorry but please stop asking me what's wrong or what's happening. The droning voices made it even difficult for me. Give me a break, I am already jaded enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall post a proper update later at night as I'll be going to Night Safari with wonderful people. I am truly sorry for ranting out my unhappiness here but I can no longer keep this all by myself. I hope all this will just be an obsolescence of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SiCnHx_6wuI/AAAAAAAACMA/53bKVjeTIjc/s1600-h/Victimise006j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341452910183760610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SiCnHx_6wuI/AAAAAAAACMA/53bKVjeTIjc/s320/Victimise006j.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-7855347927176999878?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/7855347927176999878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=7855347927176999878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/7855347927176999878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/7855347927176999878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-shall-not-apologise-for-abandoning.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SiCnIC3lPII/AAAAAAAACMI/ZmmUCTgx148/s72-c/Victimise005a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-8176126857820592378</id><published>2009-05-23T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T08:49:09.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/ShgUP4_CyQI/AAAAAAAACL4/YJ5cvRdCqOc/s1600-h/IMG_3063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339039621475125506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/ShgUP4_CyQI/AAAAAAAACL4/YJ5cvRdCqOc/s320/IMG_3063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;center&gt;We definately had a great outing today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what should I wear for today, so mum proposed that I wear the topman shirt that I bought last week. However, I was being an ingenious person today. The thought that my shirt was blue, I decided to match everything I wear with blue. Yes, including my &lt;em&gt;boxer&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was being rapturous today. Very credible that everyone wore their best, haha. I don't think I'll post everything here. Just wna confess that &lt;strong&gt;I enjoyed today so much with you guys&lt;/strong&gt;. I've made it explicit enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we headed to Far East first for our lunch. I ordered Muai Fan, however the taste didn't turn out how I thought it would. Argh! Corollary, I did not finish them. Afterwhich, we proceed to Arab St for Sheesha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/ShgUPiu0uII/AAAAAAAACLw/uJtOii3jnNs/s1600-h/IMG_3067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339039615501514882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/ShgUPiu0uII/AAAAAAAACLw/uJtOii3jnNs/s320/IMG_3067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we made lots of unduly noises. Even thou the group next to us mentioned that we were noisy, we still shouted back "Ah? Got rules that here cannot make noise ah?" Hahaha, hillarious. By then, I was already feeling jaded. So, Ayun and I proceed first. I met Haiqal and Azrul while she met Hanizah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/ShgUPnLeXxI/AAAAAAAACLo/5AIks7ejMWg/s1600-h/IMG_3042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339039616695426834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/ShgUPnLeXxI/AAAAAAAACLo/5AIks7ejMWg/s320/IMG_3042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, home sweet home. (: Im feeling a lil bit angry now, the mac I ordered 45 minutes ago have yet to reach and Im starving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/ShgUPVZhrdI/AAAAAAAACLg/3JtnD0pb22I/s1600-h/IMG_3043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339039611922525650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/ShgUPVZhrdI/AAAAAAAACLg/3JtnD0pb22I/s320/IMG_3043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/ShgUPILpJ5I/AAAAAAAACLY/45GS9NyWPQA/s1600-h/IMG_3048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339039608374634386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/ShgUPILpJ5I/AAAAAAAACLY/45GS9NyWPQA/s320/IMG_3048.JPG" 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/5056270144970781208-8176126857820592378?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/8176126857820592378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=8176126857820592378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/8176126857820592378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/8176126857820592378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-definately-had-great-outing-today.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/ShgUP4_CyQI/AAAAAAAACL4/YJ5cvRdCqOc/s72-c/IMG_3063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-5110049516689729740</id><published>2009-05-21T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T07:36:56.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/ShVksVfv0VI/AAAAAAAACLQ/l71v9MI074Y/s1600-h/IMG_2913gyu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338283646164914514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/ShVksVfv0VI/AAAAAAAACLQ/l71v9MI074Y/s320/IMG_2913gyu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Firstly, I would like to wish Nur A'in Aziz as well as Nur Aisyah Aziz a very &lt;strong&gt;Happy 15th Birthday!&lt;/strong&gt; This two twins are guzzlers. They're always so rapturous for nothing at random times and worst still, they dont get jaded at all. Yet, it is not conceivable to see Aisyah Aziz dancing and singing just like how A'in described her when we were on the phone. Muahaha.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Happy One Year annivesary A'in! Not exactly One Year lah, its One Year and a few months. Woo, I miss talking on the phone till early in the morning, creating unduly noises and my emminent jokes that would keep you laughing your ass out. Haha! But sometimes, A'in can be such a hindrance. She'd repeatedly tell me that she's cute, &lt;em&gt;even thou she's not. &lt;/em&gt;A'in, I give you chance ah. Since today's yr birthdaay! Hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-5110049516689729740?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/5110049516689729740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=5110049516689729740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/5110049516689729740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/5110049516689729740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/05/firstly-i-would-like-to-wish-nur-ain.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/ShVksVfv0VI/AAAAAAAACLQ/l71v9MI074Y/s72-c/IMG_2913gyu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-9041140519885434898</id><published>2009-05-20T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T03:25:22.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/ShPV6O7khRI/AAAAAAAACLI/YmCt1TAOfpg/s1600-h/IMG_2912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337845179781252370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/ShPV6O7khRI/AAAAAAAACLI/YmCt1TAOfpg/s320/IMG_2912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;After so much cursing I did to blogger, I finally managed to upload a photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My results are atrocious. Thou I managed position myself first in class for my malay, Im still not rapturous about it at all. Shall not eleborate futher about my results. I knew it all along that my prophecies were right. But this doesn't mean I can devote on working harder. Argh, I just coudn't deny the fact that my results are dispriting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School was no different thou I was always optimistic about it. &lt;em&gt;Sigh. &lt;/em&gt;I got people who's being such a hindrance not only towards me, but the people around me and themselves. It might be justifiable that you just want to acquire attention. Suit themselves &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;, if you are tenacious bout staying this way, then I have nothing much to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, I coudn't believe that my blog has a hit of at least 120 readers a day. But it's still conceivable &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;. Thou I must admit my blog is a lil bit boring, Im still grateful to you guys. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I think I shall stop here, cause I might start ranting bout unduly stuff. Haha. Im going to take a bath and meet those bunch of monkeys at Jelapang. Haha, it's so credible that Im gna be late. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-9041140519885434898?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/9041140519885434898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=9041140519885434898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/9041140519885434898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/9041140519885434898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/05/after-so-much-cursing-i-did-to-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/ShPV6O7khRI/AAAAAAAACLI/YmCt1TAOfpg/s72-c/IMG_2912.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-6868583934071382023</id><published>2009-05-18T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T09:02:10.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/ShF60dYR0CI/AAAAAAAACK4/SHgC8SnpEQo/s1600-h/IMG_2985asd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337182075068993570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/ShF60dYR0CI/AAAAAAAACK4/SHgC8SnpEQo/s320/IMG_2985asd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;centre&gt;Today's marking day. Pffftt.&lt;/centre&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, things were aggravating early in the morning but I managed to monopolize them thou. I went for my routine check-up appoinment, but this time, I went alone. Somehow, I alluded the doctors that they're wrong and that I could pull everything through. Hahaha, and I felt so much better. But I adore the doctor for having his tact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I took a long nap in the afternoon with a droning snore that my brother complaint about it disturbing his sleep. Haha, how could that be possible. :p Oklah, nothing is impossible indeed. I woke up, took a quick bath and met Sri at Bangkit for late lunch. Initially, we were supposed to walk to Banquet. However, as a lazy person, I managed to persuade her to just have our lunch at Fajar. I succeed thou. Hahaha. I was sweating badly. Corollary, my hair displeased me. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwhich, met Haiqal and off to Lot One. He was searching for a new school bag. However, there wasn't much variety of bags. Haiqal was very tenacious of his decision to have a simple bag but we can't find any. Dissapointed, we walked out and went off to Ave 5. Met Acap as well as Fariq and then slacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prophecies tells me that Ayun, Izz was at Ave 4. So I took the courage to walk down hopping that they'd really be there, and yes! They were there. Hahaha. Hanizah joined in at a later part. As usual, there were some complications that went on which I don't think is wise to be written out here. I soon went back to Ave 5, and then went home. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/ShF91yh6_VI/AAAAAAAACLA/gjrdXKE1CGQ/s1600-h/IMG_3009asaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337185396461337938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/ShF91yh6_VI/AAAAAAAACLA/gjrdXKE1CGQ/s320/IMG_3009asaf.jpg" 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/5056270144970781208-6868583934071382023?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/6868583934071382023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=6868583934071382023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/6868583934071382023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/6868583934071382023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/05/todays-marking-day.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/ShF60dYR0CI/AAAAAAAACK4/SHgC8SnpEQo/s72-c/IMG_2985asd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-1792123887010390269</id><published>2009-05-16T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T08:52:16.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/ShAvgCZxY5I/AAAAAAAACKg/qylzD_IvEtE/s1600-h/IMG_2928asdf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336817785881322386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/ShAvgCZxY5I/AAAAAAAACKg/qylzD_IvEtE/s320/IMG_2928asdf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I replaced yesterday's post into this one cause I found the previous post unduly. It wasn't that interesting in the beggining of today, however things got better when I met Izz in the evening. At around 6pm, Ayun as well as Hanizah joined in. There were abit complication that went on, and I shall not eleborate futher into that because it's to unappropriate to be known to the public. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At around 7.45pm, met Azrul, Haiqal and Syafiq at Ave 5. Then off to Jelapang. I consider myself lucky for topping up the concession. I've been travelling alot these days, haha. Anyway, slacked at the playground next to Greenridge Shopping Centre. Memories of burongs playing catching and Ayeen falling flashed back. That was how much I miss burongs. Just as I was thinking bout them, Azrul mentioned that someone looked like Marlia's sister. I turned and yeah, it was Leia and Ayeen! Yeah, I gave them a hug each, its been so long lah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took pictures with them, however my hair looked disgusting and it doesnt seem to be appropriate to be publitisize. Hahaha. Anyway, we went off at around 10pm. Walked to Bangkit LRT with Haiqal and then home. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-1792123887010390269?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/1792123887010390269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=1792123887010390269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/1792123887010390269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/1792123887010390269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-have-much-to-say-neither-do-i.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/ShAvgCZxY5I/AAAAAAAACKg/qylzD_IvEtE/s72-c/IMG_2928asdf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-6757574842695908095</id><published>2009-05-15T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T20:24:57.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sg2PS1MTVoI/AAAAAAAACKI/LVdoYLX2mhI/s1600-h/1_955977846l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336078687183001218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sg2PS1MTVoI/AAAAAAAACKI/LVdoYLX2mhI/s320/1_955977846l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's very credible that I miss these bunch of people very much. Argh, sorry if I kind of neglected you guys. But rest assured, I'll make my time agile to slack with you guys this coming holidays alright! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, exams are over! This might sound immoral, but Im not happy that they're over. I don't know why. I guess, I'll miss coming early in the morning to create unduly noise and go for usual routine with Haiqal. Muahaha. Truthfully, this examination had brought myself closer to the other classmates. I can feel the bond, but not 100% of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After exam, had our breakfast at Banquet with Harun, Khair, Alwee as well as Luqman. Afterwhich, met Sri as well as Sukarno. Slacked. Met Haiqal for a while. And then home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I reached home, I changed and slept. Initially, today's plan was to head to town. However, I woke up slightly late and it was raining. So, plan was cancelled. Instead, met Ayun, Haniza as well as Izz at Lot One. Had dinner at Food Culture and then proceed to Ave 5. Slacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't deny the fact that we had fun ourselves together. Haha! Izz proposed a true dare black jack. Everyone went along with it. We did nonsentical stuff such as standing on the dustbin and dancing around it, knocking people's door and pretend to look for someone but end up it was the wrong house, riding someone's motorcycle and make unduly sound, finding for someone to help scratch our back! Haha! It was hillarious indeed! I'll show you one video that I managed to capture. Haniza dancing on the dustbin and screaming "Im the queeeeeen oof dustbiinnn!" Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at around 9.30pm, slacked with Haiqal, Azrul, Acap as well as Fariq. Went home at around 11.15pm. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the video of our dear Haniza! Hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fd1df5c130f52b49" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfd1df5c130f52b49%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331569606%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D37321BA47B803016235F15A4580BAA0B6C8CD5F.5881E029ACC281EF30C94C4ADE69C6D898DACB5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfd1df5c130f52b49%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DigAFAeCF4uwj_zaiHpWZSgsvHC0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfd1df5c130f52b49%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331569606%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D37321BA47B803016235F15A4580BAA0B6C8CD5F.5881E029ACC281EF30C94C4ADE69C6D898DACB5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfd1df5c130f52b49%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DigAFAeCF4uwj_zaiHpWZSgsvHC0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-6757574842695908095?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=fd1df5c130f52b49&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/6757574842695908095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=6757574842695908095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/6757574842695908095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/6757574842695908095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-very-credible-that-i-miss-these.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sg2PS1MTVoI/AAAAAAAACKI/LVdoYLX2mhI/s72-c/1_955977846l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-1769846470490625545</id><published>2009-05-12T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T05:24:37.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sgk5-BaZQRI/AAAAAAAACKA/FVl_mMkZXck/s1600-h/IMG_2028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334858971290878226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sgk5-BaZQRI/AAAAAAAACKA/FVl_mMkZXck/s320/IMG_2028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fact is, I just can't get enough of blogging. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, I am not proficient enough on my time management. Especially when it comes to examinations. Argh! I'd spend my first few minutes doing things that is unduly, which totally is an immoral thing to do. Because the next thing I'd realise is, I am left with a few more minutes when Im still stuck at the middle of the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I am predicting that an unsatisfying results might be imminent. And Im still not sure how true is my prophecies. I have to learn to be more agile in my time management, thou. That's a lesson learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning was a bad start, so much for wanting to be an ingenious person. Ended up getting myself hurt badly.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Thought I was explicit enough, sigh. This might allow me to devote my heart for you, I guess. Don't tell me, cause I know I should've done this long time ago. But there's this stubborn side of me whom refuse to. I felt so aggravated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Fathullah Harun! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-1769846470490625545?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/1769846470490625545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=1769846470490625545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/1769846470490625545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/1769846470490625545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/05/fact-is-i-just-cant-get-enough-of.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sgk5-BaZQRI/AAAAAAAACKA/FVl_mMkZXck/s72-c/IMG_2028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-7052375443191125343</id><published>2009-05-10T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:49:03.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly miss my Saturday and Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;Especially Saturdaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the enjoyment has come to an end, today's a study day.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday's a study day until this Thursday! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-7052375443191125343?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/7052375443191125343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=7052375443191125343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/7052375443191125343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/7052375443191125343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-i-certainly-miss-my-saturday-and.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-2994120026829277070</id><published>2009-05-09T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T21:11:21.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SgZRcX7lpUI/AAAAAAAACJ4/_FF_0yhDjpA/s1600-h/P1020006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334040356569064770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SgZRcX7lpUI/AAAAAAAACJ4/_FF_0yhDjpA/s320/P1020006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SgZRcDhsGMI/AAAAAAAACJw/JHiI8rjBdEA/s1600-h/P7280155E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334040351091726530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SgZRcDhsGMI/AAAAAAAACJw/JHiI8rjBdEA/s320/P7280155E.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SgZRbsVDvVI/AAAAAAAACJo/jcyG-4HhlxA/s1600-h/DSC00577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334040344864734546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SgZRbsVDvVI/AAAAAAAACJo/jcyG-4HhlxA/s320/DSC00577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SgZRbctV4MI/AAAAAAAACJg/bTgeGRA1W4Y/s1600-h/P7280059E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334040340671619266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SgZRbctV4MI/AAAAAAAACJg/bTgeGRA1W4Y/s320/P7280059E.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Happy Mothers Day, Mum. :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for everything that you've done for me, I love you more than I love myself. You were the one who took care of me since I was young and going through so much pain and loss of blood just to give birth to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum, I wanna thank you for taking care of me when I had fevers, hugging me at night when I wasnt able to sleep, making my milk for me when I was impatient and not allowing you to rest, thank you mum for everything. Though you always nag and nag and nag, I know its for my very own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for disappointing you nearly everytime. When I didnt do well in my exams and went to the acad stream, you still encouraged me and reminded me that I was still in the acad stream, and you didnt blame me for anything. mum, I'm really sorry for not being able to be a good son. Raising my voice at you when you asked me a question, not being home on time, wasting your money on tuitions, I am really sorry for everything. I know i'm not a good son at all but I hope you can see the difference in me since I entered secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You brought me shopping for this and that, gave me money for all my wants, you are my everything and I know I really can see the pain living in your eyes and I know you deserve things so much more than me. You always think for your kids more than thinking for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you mum, I really do. Thanks for everything that you've done for me. I know its for my own good and you have your reasons behind it . Right now without you, I would be nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you mum for all your hard work, sweat and effort that you put in to bring me up to this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love you mummy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-2994120026829277070?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/2994120026829277070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=2994120026829277070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/2994120026829277070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/2994120026829277070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day-mum.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SgZRcX7lpUI/AAAAAAAACJ4/_FF_0yhDjpA/s72-c/P1020006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-1777905902439026150</id><published>2009-05-09T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T09:06:53.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SgWmC8KBc5I/AAAAAAAACIA/4LzMTgfyULg/s1600-h/sd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333851903128335250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SgWmC8KBc5I/AAAAAAAACIA/4LzMTgfyULg/s320/sd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Life's a bloody burden and thats a fact.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I rejected many plans today, and I felt very bad about it. Before I move on with my post, I wna apologised for not being able to follow anyone to anywhere. Im really tired.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Actually, I don't have any mood to post anything here. But Im bored, so yeah. I'll brief things but not in detail.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Slacked with Haiqal, Izz, Ayun, Hanizah as well as Acap. I just reached home. Today's Mother's Day and I have no idea what should I get for her. Arghh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-1777905902439026150?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/1777905902439026150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=1777905902439026150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/1777905902439026150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/1777905902439026150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/05/lifes-bloody-burden-and-thats-fact.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SgWmC8KBc5I/AAAAAAAACIA/4LzMTgfyULg/s72-c/sd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-7932970607401391138</id><published>2009-05-07T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T08:52:07.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SgMAkfPyKPI/AAAAAAAACHw/GkX2UDcxk6o/s1600-h/DSC00435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333107010599790834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SgMAkfPyKPI/AAAAAAAACHw/GkX2UDcxk6o/s320/DSC00435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have some facts to clarify, so I just need to clarify them before I sleep. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing first, Im not supposed to be laying my ass infront of my computer screen typing this post, let alone should I even be online. Gosh, its Mid-Year examinations for goodness sake and I don't wish to flunk in any of my subjects. But somehow, this cheeky computer of mine kept calling on to my name. Urgh. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I am very happy to say that my health conditions are getting better after yesterday's appoinment. No one knows how over the moon am I. Its pretty funny how my conditions got better even when Im still smoking. But hey, at least I cut down okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I officially announce that Im giving up hopes for my Combine Science which are Chemistry and Physics. But that doesn't mean Im gonna stop trying. Im just hoping not to include Combine Science in my 5 passing subjects criteria to enter Sec 5 for O levels. I have confident to pass my English, Malay, Combine Humanities as well as F&amp;amp;N. I just need to brush up my bloody Maths and that will make it 5 subjects. Muahaha. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-7932970607401391138?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/7932970607401391138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=7932970607401391138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/7932970607401391138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/7932970607401391138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-have-some-facts-to-clarify-so-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SgMAkfPyKPI/AAAAAAAACHw/GkX2UDcxk6o/s72-c/DSC00435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-3758932254858870621</id><published>2009-05-04T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T08:23:30.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sf8IVB0hrQI/AAAAAAAACHo/G3_CQdqRHg8/s1600-h/090504_064111.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed my Saturday super to the very much! Especially when it is spent with lovely friends, we have yet to name ourselves. Ahaha, Afiq suggested 'Gagak' but everyone disagree as its name has something to do with 'Burongs'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, met NanaCine, NanaShawty, Afiq as well as Afiq at Bukit Batok Mrt. We then proceed to Bukit Batok CDANS. We played bowling for almost two and a half hours, which costs us a total of $59.90 excluding the shoes we rented. One of us apparently won something, and got quite alot of money, was kind enough to suggest that he will pay for us. Wow, unexpectedly he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we got out of the Bowling room, we have yet to decide where to go next. As we were going down the lift, we saw the word "KBOX" and yup, we went for a karaoke session there. For another two hours. Unfortunately, there wasn't much malay song. So, english was the main song that we sang. &lt;em&gt;NanaCine tarek maha tarek siol!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hours passed and by the time, it was 6pm. We took 187 to Jurong Point to have our dinner at Banquet. And by the time we finished, it was 7.30pm. After which, we proceed to play arcade! Ahaha! And I won Nana in the so kental game which I don't remember the name. We were enjoying ourselves so much that we didn't realise it was already 9.45pm and NanaCine's curfew was at 10pm. She called her mum, blablabla. Fortunately, her mum asked her to be home by 12am! Hahaha! &lt;em&gt;Gerek pa?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took 187 back to Bukit Batok and slacked. &lt;em&gt;Gerek siol dengan diorg!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life has never been this fun!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened, except that we went to Ang Mo Kio Hub to catch the movie Wolverine! It was, hmm, Oklah. I'll rate it 8.5/10. Another recommendation for you guys. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then proceed to Lot One to buy Afiq's stud. And then back to Bukit Batok to slack.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-3758932254858870621?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/3758932254858870621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=3758932254858870621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/3758932254858870621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/3758932254858870621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/05/saturday-i-enjoyed-my-saturday-super-to.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-8883648171026854734</id><published>2009-05-03T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T01:03:52.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looking at my hair grow longer is a hurtful thing. Not hurtful in a way that I love my short hair and I don't want it to get long. If that were to be the case, I'd have gone for a haircut long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I want my old hair back. The long one. But as it grows, my hair turned ugly. I mean, gosh. It is real ugly that I wasted my $39.90 to buy thus 'Fast-Hair Growing' shampoo which doesn't help me at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Im getting very irritated by it. Just one look on the mirror, and my heart says "Damn! Cut your hair!" I shoudn't have cut it short in the first place, but I wanted to try smthg new. It looked ok for the first few months and now it turned shitty! Shittier than you can ever imagine! Now, Im still going to endure with this ugly look. So long as I know Im getting back my old hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its pretty funny that hair problem caused stress to me! Ahaha! Okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-8883648171026854734?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/8883648171026854734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=8883648171026854734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/8883648171026854734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/8883648171026854734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/05/looking-at-my-hair-grow-longer-is.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-2301918120470328173</id><published>2009-05-02T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T08:28:31.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Friend&lt;/em&gt;, I’m being bloody damn nice here. If you don’t like it, you look at my finger. The middle one. I think its growing longer for you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a title="create animated gif" href="http://picasion.com/"&gt;&lt;img height="225" alt="create animated gif" src="http://picasion.com/pic9/f81cae30cf8074db092391aee19f92ed.gif" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I can't believe Im actually still up to update my blog when Im supposed to be sleeping. I have remedial at Civic Centre at 9am tommorow for goodness sake! Alright, I shall endure with my sleepiness and make this post a quick one. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was well spent with love ones. Had our lunch at Causeway Point, we then proceed to Orchard Cineleisure to catch the movie &lt;em&gt;'Jangan Tegur'. &lt;/em&gt;Now, this is the part where I would suggest you guys to watch the movie. It was alright lah, but I think the sound effects were too much. Ahaha. The Nanas don't get tired of screaming through out the whole movie. Ahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then proceed to Marina Square. Plan was to play bowling, but unfortunately the lane were fully booked. Well, we understand cause it was a public holiday. &lt;em&gt;Kasi korang chance eh! Kesian peh pasal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, off to Fort Canning and slack. Ok, I really can't stop yawning and I guess this is the end of the post. Goodnight! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-2301918120470328173?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/2301918120470328173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=2301918120470328173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/2301918120470328173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/2301918120470328173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/05/friend-im-being-bloody-damn-nice-here.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-8021509552349234256</id><published>2009-04-29T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T07:54:01.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SfhmARf3YeI/AAAAAAAACHg/24mulXoB-Iw/s1600-h/mOHDsaLihaN3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330122313876070882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SfhmARf3YeI/AAAAAAAACHg/24mulXoB-Iw/s320/mOHDsaLihaN3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today's morning was a bad start. Almost half the school got reprimanded by our Principal, Vice-Principal, Dicipline Master as well as both our Operation Manager. And the reason was because we did not brought our thermometer. I certainly know that they somehow care for us, but well, Mr Chui told us this yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Greenridgean, they should have learnt that we need to be inform earlier. Not the day before. Well, one hour was kind of wasted but worth the time spent with lovely friends. Hanani was being crazy telling everyone that we owned the same specs while at the same time, laughing over an innocent guy who had the same colour specs as Asyiqah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson's were boring and I simply coudn't be bothered to listen. Especially when Mr. Chia told us that we had to learn a new chapter days before our Mid-Year examination starts. What the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things hasn't been going the way I wanted it to. And god, I have not even finish the summary homework Mr Rozell gave. Plus the math homeworks that had been pilling up in my file. An effort done by them to make us do well, stressing us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's weather was completely different in a way that, it was raining and cold. Ok, Im not being complacent here, but when it's hot, its too hot and when its cold, its too cold. Ahaha. What the hell, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply have nothing much to be typed out. Oh ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mirabelle Tan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I typed out your name big big okay. See how good I am. Gosh, I coudn't deny the fact that I miss you so much. Apart from that, I love yoou alot okay bestfriend. Just wanna wish you a very Happy 15th Birthday alright! Wishing you best of lucks in your mid-year exams and also your future endeavours. Better love me back or I'll pull your braces out! Muahaha! Happy birthday, once again! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think Im done for now. Wait! Sri Wahidah promised me she'll give me something which I totally had no idea what is it. She even went to the extend of going to Lot One just to bought it. And I didn't ask of force her in any way to buy whatever she just bought for me okay. Lets wait and see till tommorow. Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-8021509552349234256?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/8021509552349234256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=8021509552349234256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/8021509552349234256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/8021509552349234256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/04/todays-morning-was-bad-start.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SfhmARf3YeI/AAAAAAAACHg/24mulXoB-Iw/s72-c/mOHDsaLihaN3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-2178023108104537122</id><published>2009-04-28T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T02:06:47.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SfazkhRoaZI/AAAAAAAACHY/isqeUCNMJ9E/s1600-h/2years..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329644649028544914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SfazkhRoaZI/AAAAAAAACHY/isqeUCNMJ9E/s320/2years..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I certainly miss my old hair alot. Awww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I start with my entry, I have certain things to type out just so I could clear my mind off it. Firstly, I don't like the way you treat me. Good job man, you're sucha potential actor. Sucha double-face person. Put aside your ego lah. You get what I mean? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I don't like it when people create stories bout me, and spread it around like as if it was true. Worst still, other people kept pressing on me bout it. What the hell. And as usual, it totally pulls my whole mood down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's school was unfortunately bad. In the morning, as per normal, I walked to school with Ayeen. She will never know how to be on time, muahaha. And all those stuff we talked about kept the distance to school short. Idk why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not eleborate futher into this part, but I fainted again during Lifeskill lesson. How great. I troubled many people again. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, thanks Luqman, who came over from the next class and missed his lesson just to help. Thanks Rini for saving me from fainting onto the floor. Thanks Jasmine for alerting the teacher. Thanks Haiqal who immediately rushed to help. As well as Khair, Alwee, Harun and Khairulshah. Thanks alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owe you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, upon reaching the 1st floor, an auntie walked past and asked what happened. She then suggested a trolley. Haiqal, Luqman, Khair, Harun and I burst into laughter. Even at the state I was in just now. Khair and Harun went down first, and unexpectedly, they really brought the trolley over! We burst into laughter again. I was asked to sit on it, while Haiqal and Alwee pushed it. Khair and Harun was standing infront of the trolley. So I joked by saying "What the hell, I feel like a president. Khair and Harun is the escort." Again, we burst into laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I can't believe I actually laughed in the state I was in and Im still laughing now! HAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-2178023108104537122?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/2178023108104537122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=2178023108104537122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/2178023108104537122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/2178023108104537122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-certainly-miss-my-old-hair-alot.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SfazkhRoaZI/AAAAAAAACHY/isqeUCNMJ9E/s72-c/2years..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-3996979870648657053</id><published>2009-04-27T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T06:19:52.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SfWuQTpWseI/AAAAAAAACHQ/Ruz1ie33HNs/s1600-h/090426_153120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329357329237717474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SfWuQTpWseI/AAAAAAAACHQ/Ruz1ie33HNs/s320/090426_153120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Im back after a decent short mia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I feel down, very down indeed. Well, basically I was accused of creating up stories about two of my bestfriends. I shall not go into detail, but this issue had brought my entire mood down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sunday was well spent. I went out from my house at 3pm to meet burongs at Vivo. Upon walking halfway towards the bustop which was the other side of my block, I saw Khai as well as Norisa. So I thought why not I stay for a few minutes to have a chat with them. Yeah, I did irritate them in every possible way I could. At 3.30pm, I proceed to the bustop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SfWuQYUtjjI/AAAAAAAACHI/flS5us2Hixw/s1600-h/DSC00057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329357330493312562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SfWuQYUtjjI/AAAAAAAACHI/flS5us2Hixw/s320/DSC00057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met them at Vivo's rooftop and as usual, slack. I just reached, just reached and suddenly they came up with a last minute plan to watch movies. Nana, Afiq, Ayun and I disagree to that but they insist. So we left the place and went to NanaShawty's house. Had lots of fun there despite missing the fun watching movies with the rest. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And her house was also where I did my first time thing. So, there were Hapiz, NanaShawty, NanaCine, Ayun, Afiq and myself. Sadly, we ran out of ciggerates for the first few hours but we managed to endure. Muahaha, endure kaapa. We talked and laugh, without noticing, time flies by fast and it was time for us to proceed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at around 11.30pm. I think I shall end here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SfWuQKrAu0I/AAAAAAAACHA/WqGJ0WmuEwg/s1600-h/DSC00058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329357326828747586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SfWuQKrAu0I/AAAAAAAACHA/WqGJ0WmuEwg/s320/DSC00058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SfWuP3GkS2I/AAAAAAAACG4/jPRTWBU84DM/s1600-h/090427_153616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329357321575615330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SfWuP3GkS2I/AAAAAAAACG4/jPRTWBU84DM/s320/090427_153616.jpg" 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/5056270144970781208-3996979870648657053?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/3996979870648657053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=3996979870648657053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/3996979870648657053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/3996979870648657053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-back-after-decent-short-mia.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SfWuQTpWseI/AAAAAAAACHQ/Ruz1ie33HNs/s72-c/090426_153120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-8704486100886106358</id><published>2009-04-25T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T00:41:26.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SfK1x1virFI/AAAAAAAACGw/r-YSSh2Ty6A/s1600-h/DSC04474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328521176977419346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SfK1x1virFI/AAAAAAAACGw/r-YSSh2Ty6A/s320/DSC04474.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im a murderer. I killed the old Salihan, the cheerful one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im in dilemma.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday.&lt;/strong&gt; Yesterday's Speech Day was awesome. But my friends and I had a good laughing about what a poser our school were. They simply rented beautiful plants as well as flowers and put them everywhere around the school's area and pretended "oh, look at our effort in making the school a green environment" Haha, what a poser. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The performance was great even thou I only catch a glimpse of them, but I enjoyed myself. Pictures that were taken are with Nadiah and she hasn't upload it yet. So, as soon as I got the pictures, I'll upload it here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the show, the performers, prize recipients as well as parents proceed to the canteen for a catered dinner. So, I was with Haiqal and Im very glad for the accompany. I talked a lot but he doesn't seem to be interested in whatever that has been said. Afterwhich he accompanied me to the Arts Hub to get my bag and we went off. Met burongs at our usual pondok and we talked things out with Amoi. Ayun and I went home earlier as I need to rush off. Halfway through the bustop, I was badly attacked by cramps and Ayun suggested that we cab home. Thanks Ayun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I reached home, got changed and without bathing, I slept.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday.&lt;/strong&gt; Today, I was supposed to go for Mendaki. But I went to school instead due to the tests I had to take. I finished at 10.30am. While I was walking out of the school, I saw Ezad by the security room. So I talked to him awhile and we decided to slack. We were sitting at Block 252 when a Chair Person of an RC there approached us. She was nice and even suggested that we join the RC as an investigator. Weird.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ezad said he was hungry. We then proceed to Fajar Mac for breakfast. His treat, thanks yeah. After breakfast, we walked towards Senja LRT, since his house is beside it. I then proceed home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's no plan for today, except for some kenduri at Aunt's house. Yeap, the one who passed away recently.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-8704486100886106358?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/8704486100886106358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=8704486100886106358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/8704486100886106358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/8704486100886106358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-murderer_25.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SfK1x1virFI/AAAAAAAACGw/r-YSSh2Ty6A/s72-c/DSC04474.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-8152923968011981842</id><published>2009-04-23T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T00:53:04.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SfAaxV88coI/AAAAAAAACGo/uHBl06d9_Fs/s1600-h/090423_070905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327787794187973250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SfAaxV88coI/AAAAAAAACGo/uHBl06d9_Fs/s320/090423_070905.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;center&gt;I remember, back in primary school, I thought it was always cool to faint during assembly. But today, I delete off that mindset. It was indeed embarassing instead of cool.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;No doubt that I had another attack yesterday night and I vommited seven times in five minutes. I was fine then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, school was very fun. As usual, I was always there to make everyone smile with my sillyness. Lessons were great until Social Studies, which was before our weekly Assembly. I started trembeling in the beginning. And also, I was lack of air, &lt;em&gt;again. &lt;/em&gt;But it wasnt so bad after I went to the toilet to vomit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, it was Assembly. I was faking myself a smile to ensure everyone that I am fine. Walked towards the hall alone. And that is where everything else happens. It was very crowded and I was hot. And this time, I was lacking of air again. Worst than the previous one. Everyone asked me if Im fine or not, I nodded.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While we were singing the school song, I coudn't stand it anymore. My vision was blur and my head was spinning. My heart acted up, and I bare with it. I lacked of more air. My heartbeat was so fast like a speeding F1 race car.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I then fainted. When I regain my concious, I was outside the hall. I then got to know Hairul, Luqman and Khair carried me out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After school, mum suggested for another blood test. But I refused. So she called the doctor and told what happened. He talked to me, and said that &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really need the surgery. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I asked him to wait, but instead, I passed the phone the mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why must this happened? I asked myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-8152923968011981842?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/8152923968011981842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=8152923968011981842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/8152923968011981842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/8152923968011981842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-remember-back-in-primary-school-i.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SfAaxV88coI/AAAAAAAACGo/uHBl06d9_Fs/s72-c/090423_070905.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-5078900786534755144</id><published>2009-04-21T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T07:24:09.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Se3VZztWPHI/AAAAAAAACGA/tNl9EcLPJV0/s1600-h/090419_185300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327148573603019890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Se3VZztWPHI/AAAAAAAACGA/tNl9EcLPJV0/s320/090419_185300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Now, I don't know if I should quit beating around the bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's been asking what on earth is happening to me. I don't know how to tell, very hard to put them into words. And I would like to apologise for being unable to tell you what really is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had enough of faking a smile in school and pretend nothing is bothering me. Im sick and tired of enduring this pain for close to six month now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why of all these billions of people on earth, am I the most unlukiest person? Why must it be me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had zillions of question running in and out of my head, and I could no longer stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, Im begging you guys. Please leave me alone. I don't need an accompany nor even a friend. I think Im better off alone for now. I don't wanna trouble any of you guys. So once again, leave me alone. I prefer to be alone.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-5078900786534755144?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/5078900786534755144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=5078900786534755144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/5078900786534755144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/5078900786534755144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/04/now-i-dont-know-if-i-should-quit.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Se3VZztWPHI/AAAAAAAACGA/tNl9EcLPJV0/s72-c/090419_185300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-7980738040355805323</id><published>2009-04-20T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T02:16:52.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sew0w6AjNHI/AAAAAAAAB_I/g1eMpu2MGak/s1600-h/1_220653409l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326690474082382962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sew0w6AjNHI/AAAAAAAAB_I/g1eMpu2MGak/s320/1_220653409l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;Still, I have to admit that of all the outings with burongs, the Chingay night is the one I love most.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's post is gonna be a short one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After reccess, I made my way back to class to change for the next lesson which was Mother Tounge. Halfway through the stairs, my heart-pain began to act up and at the same time, I began lacking of air. Not wanting anyone to see me in this way, I walked at a fast pace to the toilet and forced myself to vomit. I did, but the pain and lack of air was still there. I then washed my face and sat down on the sink to catch my breathe. I failed subsequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forced myself to walk up to my class for the next period or my teacher might question me why am I late for class. Things got worst. I walked to my Mother Tounge class, still catching my breathe and hoping no one would notice me being this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I said, things got worst. I was lacking more air. So, I told my teacher that I need to proceed to the toilet. In the toilet, I puke and puke non-stop. But it wasn't helping either. I began lacking even more air. I walked to my class, sit down and put my heads on the table. At the same time, fighting for air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the part I coudn't remember much. Most probably my teacher saw me in pain so she and few of my classmates brought me to the back. Yeap, I fainted but they quickly pulled the chair towards my back. I could only remember feeling numbness all over my body. And the next thing was, Mr Malek, my school's operation manager sent me back to my Aunt's house located at Fajar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took a nap. Mom came and we took the cab to a hospital where my usual check-up took place. I shall skip this part here where the doctor said &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"it's getting worst, are you still up for the surgery?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Doctor said I need a rest for tommorow but I insisted because I have alot to catch up in school. After much persuading, I failed. And he said health are more important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this part here, I would like to thank certain people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mdm Juliana for realising I was getting worst and suggestion a plastic bag for me to breathe on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luqman for helping me how to breathe on this piece of drawing block and sending me to the office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haiqal and Nizar for being there beside me to help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Nizar, thanks for bringing my super heavy school bag to the office. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luqman and Haiqal for supporting me to walk to the office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aqmal for wanting to lend me your inhaler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nadiah for calling Mr Malek up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the rest of so many people who sms-ed me asking if Im fine or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-7980738040355805323?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/7980738040355805323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=7980738040355805323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/7980738040355805323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/7980738040355805323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/04/still-i-have-to-admit-that-of-all.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sew0w6AjNHI/AAAAAAAAB_I/g1eMpu2MGak/s72-c/1_220653409l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-4319482134805303475</id><published>2009-04-18T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T20:26:39.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"I prefer to be alone. I dont need help. I dont wna trouble anyone. Thanks for the concern." - Salihan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SeqWWZAIwUI/AAAAAAAAB-4/qWd8tFEy-8U/s1600-h/IMG_2783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326234820731781442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SeqWWZAIwUI/AAAAAAAAB-4/qWd8tFEy-8U/s320/IMG_2783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To be a frank, yesterday's outing was boring than any other outing. Simply because everyone was doing their own things plus the conflict between Nana and Afiq pulls our mood even lower. Nevertheless, I still forced myself to enjoy myself. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, Ayun and I went to Nana's crib for lunch since her mum invited us over. She cooked Chicken Rice along with Chin Chow which spice up everything. Woah, deeleecious. We then board the MRT to Bugis where everyone else meet. So there was NanaShawty, NanaCine, Leia lah eh, Yayat Ke'ai, Marlia Dangdut, Apiz Keneng, Queb Sachek, Ayeen Lah sey, Ayun Bambam, Afiq Botak, Amoireh and myself. Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SeqWWFVBe7I/AAAAAAAAB-w/A8xmliwNKZc/s1600-h/IMG_2790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326234815450676146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SeqWWFVBe7I/AAAAAAAAB-w/A8xmliwNKZc/s320/IMG_2790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's NanaShawty. Muaha. Still, I had to admit that today's sheesha is unlike the one we went before this. Still, I was accompanied by Ayun Bambam, Leia lah eh and Nanacine with their crapness. Muahaha. We then proceed to Raffles to slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SeqWWCn65hI/AAAAAAAAB-o/Y5iIWyUGVks/s1600-h/IMG_2806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326234814724630034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SeqWWCn65hI/AAAAAAAAB-o/Y5iIWyUGVks/s320/IMG_2806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Great time, this place reminds me of the first few times when I first joined you guys. It was so much fun then. Everyone was sitting close to each other and laughing our asses out etc. Unfortunately, today everyone was seperated. We were metres apart. &lt;/p&gt;Ayeen lah sey and Ayun bambam sat alone far apart frm each other. Yayat Ke'ai and Marlia dangdut were sitting together at another chair. Queb, Afiq, and I were sitting together. NanaCine, Leia lah eh, Amoireh another corner. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SeqWV01wNtI/AAAAAAAAB-g/Zq6oVysvPGg/s1600-h/IMG_2855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326234811024553682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SeqWV01wNtI/AAAAAAAAB-g/Zq6oVysvPGg/s320/IMG_2855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SeqWV7NIgmI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/S5r_PHPbB1Q/s1600-h/IMG_2817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326234812733227618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SeqWV7NIgmI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/S5r_PHPbB1Q/s320/IMG_2817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look at this photo. Just look. And compare to the one below.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SeqZpVEQFBI/AAAAAAAAB_A/s91D0Qw9w38/s1600-h/IMG_2310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326238444627694610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SeqZpVEQFBI/AAAAAAAAB_A/s91D0Qw9w38/s320/IMG_2310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-4319482134805303475?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/4319482134805303475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=4319482134805303475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/4319482134805303475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/4319482134805303475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-prefer-to-be-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SeqWWZAIwUI/AAAAAAAAB-4/qWd8tFEy-8U/s72-c/IMG_2783.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-2155270459520429115</id><published>2009-04-17T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T08:37:11.765-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I saw Aini todaay. She was so gorgeous.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Seib9iRSWmI/AAAAAAAAB-I/3WTj5KEQDew/s1600-h/119954727774568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325678040839248482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Seib9iRSWmI/AAAAAAAAB-I/3WTj5KEQDew/s320/119954727774568.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And due to this high request, I decided to update my blog even thou I am very very lazy. Still, I think I got a lot to type out. Muahaha and yes, the photo above was taken two years back when I was still a decent secondary two student. I do miss my long hair, and Im awaiting for my current hair to grow long which probably would take forever. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, I didn't attend school. The main purpose was to go for an appoinment. But mummy was busy with work and she coudn't take the half day off so I called the hospital and asked for a change of day. I rot at home like a pig. But I did went to school for Oral examination okay. I reached school exactly at 2pm. Haiqal just had a new hair cut which is Botak. Muahahaa. He resemble very much like toyol. Ooops, Im joking. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after I end my oral which was probably around 3.20pm, I went home not knowing Islam had been waiting for one hour under my void deck, &lt;em&gt;again!&lt;/em&gt; Arghh, I hate making people wait for me, espicially one hour. So he went to my house, he did an update of his friendster and certain stuff ah, and then I showed him folders of my family photo album on my deskop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SeieW20PH0I/AAAAAAAAB-Q/PipGB6puqdM/s1600-h/IMG_2776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325680674874531650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SeieW20PH0I/AAAAAAAAB-Q/PipGB6puqdM/s320/IMG_2776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And showed him some videos on youtube which both of us found ourselves laughing our asses out. Afterwhich, I remembered Islam hasn't eat anything for lunch, and I was also hungry. So I decided to cook Fried Rice. It was commented delicious. Yaay, an improvement. But he said it was abit salty-.- At around 6pm, I sent him to the bustop to pickup his girlfriend well I went to meet burongs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psst, Leia and I saw two tudong girls having some moments together. To put it in a shorter term, two tudong lesbians. They were kissing and hugging eaach other. Omg, I mean. Its not wrong lah. But the thing is, they were wearing tudong and it was such a disgrace to the malay society. And they did it in public where alot of passerby walk through there. Such a disgrace-,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325678034351791266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Seib9KGjnKI/AAAAAAAAB94/2-fCygfHG38/s320/29102007126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I very much miss my classmates. I mean, this picture was taken back in 2007 as well. Secondary two student, a decent one. Muahaha. When can we have another outing so fun like this again? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next picture, I swear you guys are soo gonna laugh your asses out. Muaahaha, Im laughing alreaady. I cant stand looking at my face. Oh my God, forgive me for publishing disgusting picture on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Seib9O4ba7I/AAAAAAAAB9w/bshvBvFmDx8/s1600-h/2005+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325678035634711474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Seib9O4ba7I/AAAAAAAAB9w/bshvBvFmDx8/s320/2005+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;TAADAAAAA! A decent primary four cute little boy. I know the cute is extra but well.. Islam was laughing his ass out when he saw this picture. So did I. Look at my dressing. Oh my God, so kentaaal sia. Laaaugh. I said, LAUGH! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I shall end heree. Byee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-2155270459520429115?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/2155270459520429115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=2155270459520429115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/2155270459520429115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/2155270459520429115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-due-to-this-high-request-i-decided.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Seib9iRSWmI/AAAAAAAAB-I/3WTj5KEQDew/s72-c/119954727774568.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-7295563398250829139</id><published>2009-04-15T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T08:50:48.677-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I miss alot of people alreaddy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SeX6H68bB2I/AAAAAAAAB9Q/Tmsj6lLzjcU/s1600-h/IMG_2138.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;Ok skip the lame part and let me get started. Anyway, I have a few pictures uploaded for me to share with you and do take note that those pictures were taken last year. Muahaha. Wait, I forgot to mention that one of the pictures might make you laugh your ass out. Well, obviously it wasn't a last year's photo. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, I went for breakfast at Macdonalds with Sukarno as well as Nonoi. Afterwhich, I went home. So, people who got fooled by me just now, I am finally telling the truth okay. I did not attend school for today. It's not that I want to, but it's a must. As to why is it a must, to know you don't need to. But I did enjoyed a super great time with them. Prolly because I made both of them laugh early in the morning just because I told them lame jokes that weren't suppose to make people laugh. Ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SeX6Hm4y2oI/AAAAAAAAB9I/HNgg0gKwHyM/s1600-h/DSC00365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324937143040268930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SeX6Hm4y2oI/AAAAAAAAB9I/HNgg0gKwHyM/s320/DSC00365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, this is the guy named Sukarno bin Ahmad. I am very sorry I kind of abandoned you all these while. Like what you've mentioned to me "Your friendship in my heart that I will never throw it away". And I was so self-centered enough to leave you behind not knowing that you felt hurt. Sorry anak Ahmad. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Nonoi, Sukarno and I make a good bestfriend lah, and pleasee make us last together longer than it was supposed to be. Because my lame jokes aren't finish yet, I wna fill your lifes with laughter, laughter and moree of them. So, we go school together everyday? Deaal! Anw, just get ready to burst into laughter. It's coming, very sooon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SeX6Hd4JPSI/AAAAAAAAB9A/1ikjkbDSvBw/s1600-h/Digicam_957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324937140621622562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SeX6Hd4JPSI/AAAAAAAAB9A/1ikjkbDSvBw/s320/Digicam_957.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ohh, drama club. Doesn't mean I've quit, I dont miss you guys ok. Like what? I miss coming for drama every Tuesday and Friday and laugh my ass out looking at you guy's foolish actions. Aww, and Musical creates a huge history in my life that Im sure I will remember it till the end. I love you guys very very much! But I dont know how to tell you guys. Ahaha, I dont even know what Im typing so mind me. Im abit high for today. Err, for today only. Note the only. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So goodluck in getting your SYF result next weeek yeaah! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here it comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SeX6HIPlBNI/AAAAAAAAB84/y3SIida7wnE/s1600-h/salihan+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324937134814332114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SeX6HIPlBNI/AAAAAAAAB84/y3SIida7wnE/s320/salihan+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;AHA! Are you laughing? Cause I can hear you. :D My goodness, this photo was taken back in 2005 man! And I was simply laughing to myself silently until my mum thought I was crazy. Muahahahaa! It is hillarious! It is! Laugh more! Lauuuuuuughhhhh with me! Okay, Im getting over excited already.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lastly, I want you guys to take note as to why am I posting many many old picturees. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-7295563398250829139?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/7295563398250829139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=7295563398250829139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/7295563398250829139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/7295563398250829139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-diary-ok-skip-lame-part-and-let-me.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SeX6Hm4y2oI/AAAAAAAAB9I/HNgg0gKwHyM/s72-c/DSC00365.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-184145956291977224</id><published>2009-04-14T07:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T08:05:43.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coronary thrombosis is the formation of a blood clot (thrombus) which blocks a coronary artery of the heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My friends, you will never know just how it hurts me so, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To know that I will soon: have to let you go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For you see, the God is calling me, up from Heaven High, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wanting me to be, right by his side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't cry, when you think of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just look up and smile, I will be watching after you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-184145956291977224?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/184145956291977224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=184145956291977224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/184145956291977224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/184145956291977224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/04/coronary-thrombosis-is-formation-of.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-4969947227300270443</id><published>2009-04-14T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T03:34:15.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SeRk2-s_zbI/AAAAAAAAB8w/UZlSMqYbSwU/s1600-h/n612661139_2259635_2783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324491555166211506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SeRk2-s_zbI/AAAAAAAAB8w/UZlSMqYbSwU/s320/n612661139_2259635_2783.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Outward Bound Sabah, all the great memories.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate doctors. For a moment, doctors are the heartless person on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do things recently, for a reason. Please do not accuse me of being arrogant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't call me self-centered, because in a way, if you know what I am facing, you're the self centered one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherish me please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-4969947227300270443?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/4969947227300270443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=4969947227300270443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/4969947227300270443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/4969947227300270443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/04/outward-bound-sabah-all-great-memories.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SeRk2-s_zbI/AAAAAAAAB8w/UZlSMqYbSwU/s72-c/n612661139_2259635_2783.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-4153760538069616540</id><published>2009-04-12T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T08:13:14.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SeIDSgzOmnI/AAAAAAAAB78/w9Z8BLe99LI/s1600-h/IMG_2702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323821326082677362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SeIDSgzOmnI/AAAAAAAAB78/w9Z8BLe99LI/s320/IMG_2702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SeIDSbGuTwI/AAAAAAAAB70/dEiVxcKbiJQ/s1600-h/P1080307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323821324553834242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SeIDSbGuTwI/AAAAAAAAB70/dEiVxcKbiJQ/s320/P1080307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Happy Engagement Kak Rin! (:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Im back from the chalet. The engagement ceremony at the chalet was indeed a blast. We had karaoke competition, Miss Anggun and Mr Impian award, BBQ and more. Never had I went to an engagement ceremony so grand like this. Ahaha, and I wear Kak Rin looked even more gorgeously that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Friday night, we walked all the way to Downtown to buy some snacks &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Hanye org yg ikot je tau&lt;/em&gt;),&lt;/span&gt; and then walked back all the way to our Pasir Ris chalet. It was very far and I fought through my asthma attacks which came when we were on the way back from Downtown. I was breathing my lungs out so hard that I nearly fainted. But I was blessed to not only have a caring cousins, but an understanding as well as helpful ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, you know what? Im terribly plain lazy to carry on. But take note that I love all my burongs. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SeIDSBzM8MI/AAAAAAAAB7s/ha7rqSWigoI/s1600-h/IMG_2701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323821317761069250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SeIDSBzM8MI/AAAAAAAAB7s/ha7rqSWigoI/s320/IMG_2701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SeIDR6ulgXI/AAAAAAAAB7k/lHMrbazUdUs/s1600-h/IMG_2705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323821315862659442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SeIDR6ulgXI/AAAAAAAAB7k/lHMrbazUdUs/s320/IMG_2705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SeIDR3fPBqI/AAAAAAAAB7c/R87_tUb7yWA/s1600-h/IMG_2704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323821314992965282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SeIDR3fPBqI/AAAAAAAAB7c/R87_tUb7yWA/s320/IMG_2704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-4153760538069616540?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/4153760538069616540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=4153760538069616540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/4153760538069616540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/4153760538069616540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-engagement-kak-rin-so-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SeIDSgzOmnI/AAAAAAAAB78/w9Z8BLe99LI/s72-c/IMG_2702.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-1129478972109873879</id><published>2009-04-09T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T19:05:19.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sd6mQGNZhvI/AAAAAAAAB7U/GZEmv4-AxnY/s1600-h/IMG_2637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322874605073434354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sd6mQGNZhvI/AAAAAAAAB7U/GZEmv4-AxnY/s320/IMG_2637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Sairi, I've finally post our picture after gazillions time of you asking me to post it. :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coudn't resist the temptation of blogging, so I decided to use my spare time to blog. My sorethroat are getting from bad to worst. Along with that, Im having a flu as well. These sickness came at the wrong time. Im having a chalet this afternoon till Sunday and I coudn't possibly be this sick because I wanna enjoy my times with cousins. Arghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So about the chalet thing, it's actually my cousin's engagement which will be held at the chalet tonight. So she decided to book the chalet till Sunday so that the whole cousins could spend time together. Haha, mind you that all of us are very close unliked those who aren't close to their cousins at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to karaoke badly, I even borrowed Leia's St 12 karaoke VCD to sing some favourite songs. But how could I when Im having a bad irritating sorethroat? Argh, pissed off. Like I mentioned earlier, my sorethroat/cough always come at the wrong time. It came just like that during wedding ceremony either. I think it doesn't allow me to karaoke. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fun indeed. Boarded the same bus as Nana and went Bukit Panjang Plaza to meet Leia, Ayeen as well as Ayun. Walked towards our usual pondok at Bukit Panjang Park which we weirdly named the pondok. PKB. Pondok kaki busok. Cause the fact is everytime we went there, it'll stink of our feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana and Afiq went home followed by me, Queb and Amoi. Queb sent me to the bustop while Amoi went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I won't be posting until Sunday. Goodbye readers.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-1129478972109873879?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/1129478972109873879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=1129478972109873879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/1129478972109873879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/1129478972109873879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/04/sairi-ive-finally-post-our-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sd6mQGNZhvI/AAAAAAAAB7U/GZEmv4-AxnY/s72-c/IMG_2637.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-1995483944067215039</id><published>2009-04-08T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T07:53:30.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sdy02VdRh7I/AAAAAAAAB7M/ifZdsYzF2rw/s1600-h/double+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322327705210947506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sdy02VdRh7I/AAAAAAAAB7M/ifZdsYzF2rw/s320/double+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And yes, Im back again trying to think what should I write for today's post.  And yes, this photo above is an old photo which was taken two years back when I was really into photography. Ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, once again after what it seemed like years, I met Islam today. And I felt very very guilty because he waited for me under my void deck for 1 hour while I was sleeping. I asked him not to wait, but he insisted. I woke up reading my msg when I found out he was already there. I rushed. Gosh, who would love waiting for other people for hours? I think people who make others wait for hours are crazy. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we did a lot of catching up with lifes and sharing our problems. And yes, I did told him about what I've told Nazurah, Taufiq as well as Nadiah. Gosh, I dont want this to be a big issue but I coudn't resist telling me close friends. Still, I had a great time talking with him for like one hour plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently talking to Sairi on the phone. Its been years sia. Gosh, Im like catching up with everyone's life now. I dont want it to be too late, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from slacking with burongs. Ayun was there too and suprisingly Malek asked her to be part of us. Woohoo, new member babe. A fun one indeed! I think Im done for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've been loosing my appetite recently, and I've lost 2kg in just a few days. Im getting even tired nowdays. Stop it, my heart can no longer take it. Something is coming, really really coming. I can feel it. Its too soon. I know. The sympthoms are getting clearer and it's getting worst. I've just had my recent appoinment/check up done. "Be prepared for the worst." The doctor said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-1995483944067215039?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/1995483944067215039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=1995483944067215039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/1995483944067215039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/1995483944067215039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-yes-im-back-again-trying-to-think.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sdy02VdRh7I/AAAAAAAAB7M/ifZdsYzF2rw/s72-c/double+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-3531408234675527338</id><published>2009-04-06T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T08:20:16.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SdoaNDs_LnI/AAAAAAAAB7E/CyR9mIDO-7w/s1600-h/090405_192037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321594721326280306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SdoaNDs_LnI/AAAAAAAAB7E/CyR9mIDO-7w/s320/090405_192037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;"One day, after you die, someone finds your blog and wants to publish it as a book, &lt;em&gt;people will realise that you always give but constantly fail to recieve&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guys have yet to realise, the phrase above had been on my profile for a period of time. And I believe it's very much true. I gave my listening ears, I gave advices but I refuse to get them in return. You might say "&lt;em&gt;I am here, but you didn't call nor message me.&lt;/em&gt;" I am a very fussy person and I choose certain people to talk about certain things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am very grateful Nazurah was very willing to give her listening ears and I poured out everything to her. Thanks Nazurah, I owe you one. Along with that, we did talked about other daily problems we faced. Still, I did had a fun time with you on the phone. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what it seemed like years, I finally met Taufiq along with his cousin. I definately had a great time with them. We were supposed to meet at Phoenix LRT. But what we planed often doesn't go as it is planed right? Met them at Lot one instead. The talks were great and I did shared the same problem to Taufiq. Oh, it's just because both Nazurah and Taufiq could be trusted, very much. And suprisingly, I used to be very close to them. It just felt great to be catching up with each other's lifes. I only went back at 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, err only Ayun, Ayeen, Marlia, Yat and Syaza knows what I meant by after school. Met Ayun and Ayeen at Polyclinic. Coincidantally Syaza was there too. Afterwhich, the three of us rascals went to Mac for our lunch cum dinner. Thanks very much Ayun for the treat. Wait, should I address you as Kak Ayun as well? Ahaha! Crap. Okay, then we slacked under this void deck and I went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing much I wanna say but recently, people came to me asking why have I been an anti-social in school nowdays. I went to canteen alone, walked back to class alone. Well, this question is very much explainable. First thing first, I prefer walking alone to recap back what had been taught on the previous lessons. But still, there's this unexposed reason why. I mean, Nazurah and Taufiq knew why. Yeah, but still I do smile at all of you if I walked past you guys right? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what Taufiq mentioned, 8 months is still a long way to go. It might be a long way for you my dear friend, but not for me. Neither my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope, when I die, I create a big impact on each and everyone of your lifes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-3531408234675527338?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/3531408234675527338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=3531408234675527338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/3531408234675527338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/3531408234675527338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-day-after-you-die-someone-finds.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SdoaNDs_LnI/AAAAAAAAB7E/CyR9mIDO-7w/s72-c/090405_192037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-8126563326455791929</id><published>2009-04-04T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T22:18:50.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sdg8oy8141I/AAAAAAAAB68/26M7ZS8LsqY/s1600-h/DSC02916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321069631307637586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sdg8oy8141I/AAAAAAAAB68/26M7ZS8LsqY/s400/DSC02916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sdg8ooGn7VI/AAAAAAAAB60/aGg7P1-4CiI/s1600-h/IMG_2696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321069628395875666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sdg8ooGn7VI/AAAAAAAAB60/aGg7P1-4CiI/s400/IMG_2696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt; There were many change of plans but we managed to stick to one which turned out pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our original plan was West Coast Park, just more to picnic. But it was later cancelled due to some reasons, then Nana planned to just slack at Bukit Panjang but it was later on cancelled again. Suddenly, Nana planned to go to town, again some people dont agree with it. So we went back with our plan to slack at Bukit Panjang and finally everyone agreed to head to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Queb, Nana, Afiq, Leia at BPP. Ayeen joined us soon. Then we took the bus to City Hall and walked to Marina Square. Met Marlia and Yat. Had our lunch at the food court, then smoked at steps. Followed by Esplanade Rooftop to celebrate Queb's birthday. Muaha, I took a slice of the cake and smashed it on his face. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for Malek and Amoi and off to Marina Square again. Blablabla, we headed to Fort Canning Park. Walked around then we went home. Reached home at 11.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked at BP's pondok. At 7pm, me, Queb, Nana, Afiq &amp;amp; Amoi headed to Chua Chu Kang Park for dinner treat by Nana's mum. Woaaah, we were so full. Stomach so bloated it could burst anytime. Muahaha. Went off at 10pm. Reached home at around 11pm. Reached home, online and chat. At 1.30am, went to South View Shopping Centre, slack with Ayun. Had great talks. At 5am, went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sdg8ohCC2MI/AAAAAAAAB6s/d54kusgk-DY/s1600-h/IMG_2683.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-8126563326455791929?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/8126563326455791929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=8126563326455791929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/8126563326455791929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/8126563326455791929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/04/there-were-many-change-of-plans-but-we.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sdg8oy8141I/AAAAAAAAB68/26M7ZS8LsqY/s72-c/DSC02916.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-2748495600343303034</id><published>2009-04-02T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T18:39:43.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SdVmeXQnrmI/AAAAAAAAB6k/C4kHkytKObQ/s1600-h/IMG_2622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320271206633942626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SdVmeXQnrmI/AAAAAAAAB6k/C4kHkytKObQ/s400/IMG_2622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt; This is Queb whose original name is Muhd Shuib Bin Zakariah. Muaha, I've exposed your unglamour picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, basically I'd like to wish you a very Happy 15th Birthday eyeaah! I've always enjoyed your presence and really, I've never met sucha wonderful friend like you. Good luck in your future endeavours, strive for the best and never give up halfway. I've sent you a super long sms, so what I wanna say have been said via sms. Enjooy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I wanna wish Nana's mummy a very happy birthday as well. Err, Im not sure about her age. You might be wondering why am I being a busybody wishing Nana's mum a happy birthday, right? Well, her mum is very close with all the burongs. She'll never fails to let us eat everytime we go her house. Worst still, she never fails asking if we need more and still, she'll prepare snacks for us after eating. It felt like she treated everyone like her own children. Haha, so yeah. Happy birthday! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I got my new phone already. And it's a great phoone! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I can't wait for today and tommorow. Today night will be celebrating Nana mum's birthday as well as Queb's birthday at the Chua Chu Kang park restraunt. Its Nana mum's treat. Aww. Tommorow will be Queb's birthday party with us. Will be held at west coast park. More like picnic ah. So yeah, busy weekends. And then I'll decrease slacking with you guys to concentrate with my N level. After that, then can hooray hooray! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SdVmeJdAd5I/AAAAAAAAB6c/5qrosBWctQc/s1600-h/IMG_2495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320271202927802258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SdVmeJdAd5I/AAAAAAAAB6c/5qrosBWctQc/s400/IMG_2495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lastly, I miss this girl called Siti Nur Ain bte Abdul Majid. Be back with us like last time will you? Wee, but still you're joining us on Saturday right? :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SdVmJilvtvI/AAAAAAAAB6U/GACQ73i6Msc/s1600-h/IMG_2621.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-2748495600343303034?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/2748495600343303034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=2748495600343303034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/2748495600343303034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/2748495600343303034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-queb-whose-original-name-is.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SdVmeXQnrmI/AAAAAAAAB6k/C4kHkytKObQ/s72-c/IMG_2622.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-1077073611831315911</id><published>2009-03-31T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T07:23:56.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SdIkEn2eHpI/AAAAAAAAB6M/g4-NmuRsOkk/s1600-h/IMG_2603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319353771713502866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SdIkEn2eHpI/AAAAAAAAB6M/g4-NmuRsOkk/s400/IMG_2603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;This girl named Leia lah eh requested that I update my blog. So here you go. &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for abandoning this blog of mine. But the fact is, I've been neglecting my sleep as well due to searching yahoo, google, and everywhere for a new phone. Which I finally settle down to this handphone which I fall in love with. After mum finished work, went to Bukit Panjang Plaza to purchase one. Sadly, they had to order and it will only arrive this Thursday or Friday, but still it's worth the wait for a beautiful phone. Err, not exactly beautiful. Eh no, its beautiful. I mean, to me ah. So, I sulked for a moment because I thought I would get the phone straight away, but as I mentioned, its worth the wait. Ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after which I accompanied mum to Sheng Shiong to buy kitchen stuff. It has been like so long since I last went to Sheng Shion with her, so I felt very awkward pushing around the trolley. But there's an advantage. I can grab everything I want, ahaha. Then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to sleep but later on decided not to. I asked mum for money as my concession pass expires today. So went to Chua Chu Kang and then went to Kak Ana's crib to collect mum's stuff. Okay, sounded so abnormal because I dont usually do these stuff. But since mum had agreed to buy me "handpon" (like how i pronounced), I decided to be kind for these few days. Weee. Took cab to Fajar and met up with my usual peeps. Slacked till 8.30pm and then went off with Nana and Afiq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, bro and his fiance will be going to Sabah this Thursday to Monday. Mum and step-dad will be going Johore again this Sat and will be back on Sunday. I'll be having the house all to myself for one night-.- But I like. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the band members of my school, dont be dissapointed that you guys got Bronze. But hey, the award you guys earned doesn't matter. If you look on the brighter side, the efforts you guys had put in, matters most. And still, another think that matters most is you guys enjoyed yourselves performing on stage. There's always room for improvement. Drama's going for their SYF next tuesday and Im the one getting nervous and worried. All the best. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, today something really bad happened. As I was walking back home, EH WAIT! Didn't I mentioned that this would be a short post? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-1077073611831315911?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/1077073611831315911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=1077073611831315911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/1077073611831315911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/1077073611831315911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-girl-named-leia-lah-eh-requested.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SdIkEn2eHpI/AAAAAAAAB6M/g4-NmuRsOkk/s72-c/IMG_2603.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-1527019273996850664</id><published>2009-03-25T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T09:00:28.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/ScpUKo3sIgI/AAAAAAAAB6E/bABgJSDIfKA/s1600-h/IMG_2310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317154851810714114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/ScpUKo3sIgI/AAAAAAAAB6E/bABgJSDIfKA/s400/IMG_2310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Blog post's for my burongs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The new episode of life is just about to begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though the drama is over, the complains might not end just that. Its human nature afterall. That complaining is part of the world entertainment. It sought out one excitement in them. Now look, what have u done? In this case, what will you achieve at the end of the choice that you've made. You've been thinking too low, too low to define your unreasonable self-esteem. Nobody out there has the intention to hunt u. But eventually your nightmare was the one hunting you down. Easy say, you are scared, my friend. You need to wake up and stop blaming others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop racking those old documents of yours. Cause you just wont like it if history come killing you. down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-1527019273996850664?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/1527019273996850664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=1527019273996850664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/1527019273996850664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/1527019273996850664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-posts-for-my-burongs.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/ScpUKo3sIgI/AAAAAAAAB6E/bABgJSDIfKA/s72-c/IMG_2310.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-3668197054446380189</id><published>2009-03-24T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T07:56:19.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss a certain someone who is no doubt still special in my life. She was with me since the start but it ended too soon. I held the friendship so tight that it crashed and smashed to the ground just like that, or maybe it's still hanging somewhere. I neither could understand the reason behind everything nor remember anything that could ruin us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that the both of us did for each other can only be remembered in pictures and flashed through my mind. I'd smile and remember her as my bestest and my closest but I could never relate to her now. In fact, she found a replacement and I was a nobody then. It hurts to know that she never wanted to be called my bestest because I supposed she wanted no commitments in her life. Supposedly that is. After what we had been through, after all the things I had done for her, after all the things she had done for me, after all the time I spent with her to make sure she's completely out of her emo zone, after all the movies we watched, after all the places we hung out, after all the meet-ups after school and during school, after the birthday candles suprise I did for her, after all the times I defended her to others, after all the calls we made, after everything and anything. I could go on but that itself proved my point, so many things we did, such memories we made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't die but we stopped seeing each other, stopped talking to each other, maybe a little. I did try to save whatever that we had but I didn't see any positive response. I don't know if I should stop trying because I know that I think of her every single day. To be honest, I do miss her company. I do love her. She didn't know that or she's just being ignorant. It's too bad that she doesn't want to save the friendship but to me, she's still the best I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, she's afraid to hurt my feelings by trashing me in the face but I'd rather she do that then keeping quiet. It hurts even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had always been the first to say good morning but I woke up in the morning only to realize that there wasn't any messages from her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of my rant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-3668197054446380189?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/3668197054446380189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=3668197054446380189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/3668197054446380189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/3668197054446380189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-miss-certain-someone-who-is-no-doubt.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-6150793921855789684</id><published>2009-03-21T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T08:25:37.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/ScUCcq3xdaI/AAAAAAAAB58/y3JWnMtyPpA/s1600-h/IMG_2555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315657626748548514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/ScUCcq3xdaI/AAAAAAAAB58/y3JWnMtyPpA/s400/IMG_2555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/ScUCcOmuZjI/AAAAAAAAB50/41naX05Aj-U/s1600-h/IMG_2556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315657619160852018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/ScUCcOmuZjI/AAAAAAAAB50/41naX05Aj-U/s400/IMG_2556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;If I have a time machine, I'd like to rewind time back to today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Anyway, today's Sentosa outing was superb. I pretty much enjoyed it espicially with the companion of my usual peeps. Well, its undeniable that they're bestest of bestfriends on earth, haha. So yeah, Ayeen and I went a few hours late due to my remedials and Ayeen had something on earlier. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many foreign workers in the Sentosa bus, not trying to discriminate or what, just trying to get some information of what kind of people are there in the bus. Ok crap Salihan, crap. I dont even know what am I typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Reached Pahlawan Beach and I think the person who chose the spot deserve a round of applause. The spot was perfect, it was shady espicially when it was under a coconut tree. But still, I love that spot lah, I dont know why. But my belongings in the tent and began to get change into my old shirt and pants.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Played in the sea for not even 5 minutes, I was super irritated with the eye-soring sea water espicially when Malek and Queb kept on splashing water at me, haha. It was funn. So I sat down by the beach and start burrying my leg into the sand. Obviously I failed-.- We went off soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Really sorrrrrryy, Im too lazy to upload more pictures. There's like 100 over photos taken today?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;:D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/ScUCC79tMmI/AAAAAAAAB5s/elB7TyTUMBI/s1600-h/IMG_2603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315657184660238946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/ScUCC79tMmI/AAAAAAAAB5s/elB7TyTUMBI/s400/IMG_2603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/ScUCCY0lTsI/AAAAAAAAB5k/Ff86nmnJyJI/s1600-h/IMG_2542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315657175226732226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/ScUCCY0lTsI/AAAAAAAAB5k/Ff86nmnJyJI/s400/IMG_2542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/ScUCCOhNOTI/AAAAAAAAB5c/mQkvnU7HCNU/s1600-h/IMG_2563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315657172461107506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/ScUCCOhNOTI/AAAAAAAAB5c/mQkvnU7HCNU/s400/IMG_2563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/ScUCB5Tf1UI/AAAAAAAAB5U/174axA-SW88/s1600-h/IMG_2571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315657166766462274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/ScUCB5Tf1UI/AAAAAAAAB5U/174axA-SW88/s400/IMG_2571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/ScUCBKc8QeI/AAAAAAAAB5M/toznSg67bt4/s1600-h/IMG_2617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315657154189607394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/ScUCBKc8QeI/AAAAAAAAB5M/toznSg67bt4/s400/IMG_2617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-6150793921855789684?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/6150793921855789684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=6150793921855789684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/6150793921855789684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/6150793921855789684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/03/sentosa-you-never-know-how-much-fun-all.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/ScUCcq3xdaI/AAAAAAAAB58/y3JWnMtyPpA/s72-c/IMG_2555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-7255873452562175722</id><published>2009-03-18T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T20:34:26.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tears may be dried up, but the heart—never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the people in this world, why is it you that I fell for?&lt;br /&gt;There could be someone better than you. Someone that I can depend on. If only I can teach my heart, I’ll say I should forget you. But even if I tried to. My heart still beats for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it is &lt;strong&gt;wrong.&lt;/strong&gt; And I must learn to be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me love you silently&lt;/em&gt;, let me hold you in my dreams, just let me feel the way I do.&lt;br /&gt;To love me back, you don’t have to…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-7255873452562175722?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/7255873452562175722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=7255873452562175722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/7255873452562175722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/7255873452562175722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/03/tears-may-be-dried-up-but-heartnever_18.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-1512210745091288110</id><published>2009-03-18T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T19:37:19.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/ScGuVoT7D8I/AAAAAAAAB5E/r0308xwzEg4/s1600-h/IMG_2304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314720721895362498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/ScGuVoT7D8I/AAAAAAAAB5E/r0308xwzEg4/s400/IMG_2304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/ScGuVADd2UI/AAAAAAAAB48/lXnEDRn5aG8/s1600-h/IMG_2302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314720711088920898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/ScGuVADd2UI/AAAAAAAAB48/lXnEDRn5aG8/s400/IMG_2302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt; Sayang ni bachen-bachen. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was superb la, I guess. Met Queb under his void deck which I would like to apologise for being late. Then, we proceed to RC Tasek to meet Nana, Afiq, Amoi and Yat. Slack down there, sang our lungs out, poker cards and smoke. At 3.30pm, we proceed to Leia's crib. Karaoke, dance and scream like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 6pm, we ate Pizza. Still, everyone were still hungry and so, Nana, Marlia and Yat cooked 'Nasi Goren Berpeloh'. It was so spicy even one spoon made you sweat like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghh, Im lazy to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Im down with a very very bad flu and fever and the most irritating cough. I guess I regret for not completing nor touching the three sets of anti-biotics. Still, Im doing it as a usual routine. Haha. Okay thats all.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-1512210745091288110?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/1512210745091288110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=1512210745091288110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/1512210745091288110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/1512210745091288110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/03/sayang-ni-bachen-bachen.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/ScGuVoT7D8I/AAAAAAAAB5E/r0308xwzEg4/s72-c/IMG_2304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-6679376382013699480</id><published>2009-03-17T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T19:14:07.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Initiative&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess Im feeling much more better, thanks for the smses, calls, tags and msn. I can't wait for Saturday. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-6679376382013699480?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/6679376382013699480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=6679376382013699480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/6679376382013699480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/6679376382013699480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/03/initiative-i-guess-im-feeling-much-more.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-2641169696448700981</id><published>2009-03-14T09:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T09:36:12.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SbvY4TD_-JI/AAAAAAAAB4s/0Qn_KmCobdk/s1600-h/P7280056E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313078647114954898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SbvY4TD_-JI/AAAAAAAAB4s/0Qn_KmCobdk/s400/P7280056E.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Im full of regrets and I am afraid this mindset of mine might carry on throughout my entire life. Recently, for the last two months, my quite close aunt was admitted to the ICU. For two months and yet I failed to visit her. This morning, we were informed that she passed away. What saddens me more is because we didnt manage to look at her for the last time cause we were on our way to Melake. Al-Fatiha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got no mood to post anything, just bare in mind that my aunt passed away this morning so Im not in my best mood. Never try to piss me off, you never know what I might do. Obek Enap, I hope you can read this. I've got alot to say, but I didn't manage to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was four, you slapped me for playing at the road and almost got hit by the car. Without you scolding and slapping me, I would have died in a car accidant. When I was seven, on the first day of school, you were the one who sent me. When mum and dad divorced, I stayed at your house cause of stress and you were always there to be my listening ear and advicer. When I was twelve, you congratulate me with something so precious for passing my PSLE. When I was thirteen, you kept asking me how's my result. When I was fourteen, you asked me how's life. Last year, the thought of you asking me to bring my girlfriend to you touched me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole starting of the year, I didn't visit you in the hospital after all you've done to me. I didn't manage to see you for the last time after the care and concern you showed me. I didn't get to attend your funeral after showering me with love like Im your own son. I didn't get to kiss you for the last time after receiving countless of kisses from you when I was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. I've been wanting to say it you all this while. Thank you for everything. Thank you Obek. Thank you for making me who I am now. I am sorry, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Picture taken just now, terribly lazy to upload more. Not lazy but more to no mood.) &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SbvYbtAJL6I/AAAAAAAAB4k/mKygD8Z2SgI/s1600-h/IMG_2460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313078155861897122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SbvYbtAJL6I/AAAAAAAAB4k/mKygD8Z2SgI/s400/IMG_2460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SbvYa5VGbcI/AAAAAAAAB4c/FHRaERpayMk/s1600-h/IMG_2457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313078141991153090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SbvYa5VGbcI/AAAAAAAAB4c/FHRaERpayMk/s400/IMG_2457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-2641169696448700981?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/2641169696448700981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=2641169696448700981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/2641169696448700981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/2641169696448700981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-full-of-regrets-and-i-am-afraid-this.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SbvY4TD_-JI/AAAAAAAAB4s/0Qn_KmCobdk/s72-c/P7280056E.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-7933479937493737255</id><published>2009-03-12T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T08:15:09.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SbklVa7fLhI/AAAAAAAAB4U/le4YLIEPREM/s1600-h/IMG_2435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312318285396520466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SbklVa7fLhI/AAAAAAAAB4U/le4YLIEPREM/s400/IMG_2435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;I dont need your comment cause I know my hair is crap. Like seriously! Ahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I kind of feel dissapointed due to today's incident. Well, I met Hadzran, Adham and Nazri at Clementi for a short slack and to claim back my mp3 from Hadzran. So after what it seem like forever, I went home. Hadzran told me to take bus 52. That was where I landed my ass all the way to Bishan. Arghh. It was my first time you know, and everything was so different. The air, the people and the place. I prefer the West area much more better. So it took me hours to find the MRT which doesnt seem to look like a MRT station to me. Reached home, bathed and changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Queb under his void deck and proceed to meet Leia, Amoi, Yat, Marlia and Shami under Leia's void deck. Slacked at basketball court. Was great lah. Soon, Ayeen joined us.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SbklVNtpThI/AAAAAAAAB4M/MIeRj-QkV70/s1600-h/Copy+of+IMG_2432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312318281848802834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SbklVNtpThI/AAAAAAAAB4M/MIeRj-QkV70/s400/Copy+of+IMG_2432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love you guys, including Nana, Afiq and Malek. :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-7933479937493737255?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/7933479937493737255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=7933479937493737255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/7933479937493737255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/7933479937493737255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dont-need-your-comment-cause-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SbklVa7fLhI/AAAAAAAAB4U/le4YLIEPREM/s72-c/IMG_2435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-1139720154775374569</id><published>2009-03-10T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T08:00:41.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SbZ3Nn8VovI/AAAAAAAAB38/Vmw5eU_0VyI/s1600-h/double+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311563886474142450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SbZ3Nn8VovI/AAAAAAAAB38/Vmw5eU_0VyI/s400/double+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Anyone remembered this &lt;em&gt;oh-so long &lt;/em&gt;picture? Ahaha. This was taken two years back as well when I was so into photography. But right now for this moment, due to the disgusting hair i own, I dont think taking a picture of myself is a good solution. Ahaha.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I have nothing much to say. Woudn't want to eleborate much but to summarise them, I had a bad day yesterday. But today was indeed fun, I let out my deepest secret which I kept for 15 years to Nana. And I finally feel much better. Nana, you know, I know they dont know. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Anw, had maths test just now. It was okay la. Can be done. Just that I felt so restless that I slept halfaway which led to two question undone. So we'll just wait for the result. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I miss you.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;The picture below is taken on the recent Sunday. Met this pretty lady at Lot One. So decided to take picture. The last time we took a picture was during the Chingay 09 at Marina Steps. I miss her lah. Haha, just being random here. :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SbZ3_gt7z2I/AAAAAAAAB4E/i_PIQX4qDTo/s1600-h/DSC00011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311564743528140642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SbZ3_gt7z2I/AAAAAAAAB4E/i_PIQX4qDTo/s400/DSC00011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tag replies: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7 Mar 09, 20:38 &lt;strong&gt;nonoi:&lt;/strong&gt; salihan boring eh?? cian nye.. tsktsk.. salihan tk boring tapi lame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salihan:&lt;/strong&gt; Hahahaaa. :p&lt;br /&gt;7 Mar 09, 20:10 &lt;strong&gt;yanna:&lt;/strong&gt; eh you ! hahaha. dont worry, kau kan my mr hensem. mesti dpt gilrl baru k crush. ! wtf ?! aHAHAHHAA !~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salihan:&lt;/strong&gt; Hahaha, yeah yeah crush. :D.&lt;br /&gt;7 Mar 09, 10:14 &lt;strong&gt;Aisha♥:&lt;/strong&gt; But islam is perfect, and i love islam. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salihan:&lt;/strong&gt; You sure? I heard lots of stories you know.&lt;br /&gt;6 Mar 09, 12:22 &lt;strong&gt;syazaaa:&lt;/strong&gt; quote, "my very latest ex calls me a boring person" hohohohoho~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salihan:&lt;/strong&gt; Hahaha, shut up yoooou.&lt;br /&gt;4 Mar 09, 17:09 &lt;strong&gt;syazaaa:&lt;/strong&gt; smoke ah smoke, its really good for you, actually ;DDD haha! better cut down ah you, boring person ;DDDDDDDDDDDD kidding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salihan:&lt;/strong&gt; I know you want me die sooner right. XD&lt;br /&gt;3 Mar 09, 23:27 &lt;strong&gt;ayeen:&lt;/strong&gt; who say you boring ? anyhow ! hahah . anw the day your girlfr went to KL was on the same day i went to KL as well . haha . i saw her as well . hahah . ok bye . and whoever finds you boring thn idk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salihan:&lt;/strong&gt; Different people different opinion lah I think, so yah. Haiz. :(&lt;br /&gt;3 Mar 09, 17:44 &lt;strong&gt;syazaaa:&lt;/strong&gt; boringgg boringgg boringggg *yawns* hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salihan:&lt;/strong&gt; Go sleep. :D&lt;br /&gt;2 Mar 09, 08:34&lt;strong&gt; leia:&lt;/strong&gt; i dont find you boring also,coz ure sumone who has a lot of surprises.and i tend to luv surprises.HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salihan:&lt;/strong&gt; Haha, thanks yeah. :D&lt;br /&gt;1 Mar 09, 21:39 &lt;strong&gt;syazaaa:&lt;/strong&gt; yeah, you are boring. hahaha! very. lols ;DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salihan:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay tetek. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;28 Feb 09, 18:04 &lt;strong&gt;fain:&lt;/strong&gt; SALIHAAAAAAAAAAAN! hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salihan:&lt;/strong&gt; Fain, hellooo! (:&lt;br /&gt;28 Feb 09, 14:44 &lt;strong&gt;ISYAH:&lt;/strong&gt; Salihaaan ! You are addicted to Low Kay Hwa. Thx to me ! Haha. Btw, who is the Aisyah you referring to ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salihan:&lt;/strong&gt; Hahaha, yeah thanks to yooou. Reffering to you ahh. :D&lt;br /&gt;28 Feb 09, 11:40 &lt;strong&gt;ayeen:&lt;/strong&gt; marlia and leia went to JB KLUANG, not KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salihan:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh sorry lah yang betol. :DD&lt;br /&gt;27 Feb 09, 23:52 &lt;strong&gt;kawairashi:&lt;/strong&gt; hey. since u said u still wanna read my blog. Msg me ur email add thru friendster and i'll invite you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salihan:&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks yeaah! Invited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-1139720154775374569?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/1139720154775374569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=1139720154775374569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/1139720154775374569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/1139720154775374569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/03/anyone-remembered-this-oh-so-long.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SbZ3Nn8VovI/AAAAAAAAB38/Vmw5eU_0VyI/s72-c/double+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-6355877905309762809</id><published>2009-03-07T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T19:33:36.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SbM6iQEH8KI/AAAAAAAAB30/1x3oL0kbgK0/s1600-h/chinese1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310652745702174882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SbM6iQEH8KI/AAAAAAAAB30/1x3oL0kbgK0/s400/chinese1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Please take note that this picture was taken two years back. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasnt intentional for me to post this, but then to think about it again, I cant bare leaving this blog of mine not updated, haha. So, yesterday was great indeed. Went out with Lydia in the afternoon. Had our lunch followed by window shopping and sitting around. At first, I thought I wasnt going out with usual peeps as there were some conflicts going on, so I promised Lydia that I will join she and her friends in the evening. But then again, there was a last minute plan that my usual peeps went out and that they were at Dhoby Ghaut already. So I told Lydia that I am joining my friends instead. Then there were conflicts between us. Ahaha, but then we agreed on seperating ways. I sent her off to Orchard MRT and proceed to Bugis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Queb, Amoi, Leia, Nana, Afiq, Marlia and Yat there. Slack around then bought donuts. Proceed to our glarious dead and slack. It was fun indeed, I mean it was different from other Saturdays. We didn't walk too much. So yeah, we headed home at around 9pm, then slack with Queb and Amoi till 11.45pm.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SbM6hhEEfVI/AAAAAAAAB3s/E0LLhz_AQ5M/s1600-h/musical+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-6355877905309762809?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/6355877905309762809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=6355877905309762809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/6355877905309762809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/6355877905309762809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/03/please-take-note-that-this-picture-was.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SbM6iQEH8KI/AAAAAAAAB30/1x3oL0kbgK0/s72-c/chinese1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-6071269631327566448</id><published>2009-03-05T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T07:01:14.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sa_kn0MrN-I/AAAAAAAAB3k/UAyYSMTVw2I/s1600-h/sasa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309713858370942946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sa_kn0MrN-I/AAAAAAAAB3k/UAyYSMTVw2I/s400/sasa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;This picture is very very random. I was browsing through old photos and found this&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Girls, just admit it! Girls are definitely picky when it comes to choosing a boyfriend. The truth is, you always want the other half to be exotic but the reality is, you don't always get what you want. A relationship should include a little drama, then it would be perfect. It's pretty childish when you girls keep waiting and waiting and waiting for a perfect one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, you're just making yourself look desperate by dumping them all. I am sorry to burst your balloon but perfect isn't really the quality you're looking for. Insecurities are pretty normal and i&lt;strong&gt;f you can't live with it, it means you are not even ready for love.&lt;/strong&gt; You keep searching for your Mr. Perfect, and when Mr. Perfect isn't perfect anymore, you cry. But the best thing about being in love- you girls won't stop looking for Mr. Perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes, I really really wonder when can I get into real relationship where the other party is really mature in thinking, have the sense of seriousness when in relationship, and have some sincerities. I've been searching for it and I kept on failing. I guess, I could never find a perfect partner for me. Cause the fact is, I never last in relationship. There was once, an ex-girlfriend of mine said Im too not good looking for her and my very latest ex-girlfriend finds me a boring person. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Really, its really funny when I ponder about my old relationships. As for now, I just broke up with Marlia. The fact is I wanted to ask her for that long time ago but I just coudn't bring myself to say it. Haha, and so, Salihan is single once again. But you guys know me, I dont like to be single. I'd be in a relationship the next moment after I broke up and you'll go "Wtf? He got a new girlfriend alrdy? So fast!?" Not bragging here but the fact is that I don't like to be single. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anw, this part is for my class, espicially Yong Sheng. Look, we're close friend and for me to betray a close friend is a definately no way. Now, Yong Sheng losts his PSP. And the whole class is putting the suspect on me. Worst, it spreads to other classes. What the fuck. You guys are pulling my reputation down. I guess its too much. Way too much. 1st fact is, I am not freaking poor to steal your PSP. I can afford my own one without asking my parents for money. Come on lah. I dont have PSP, I can buy one. If I can buy ciggerates everyday, expensive bags and shoes, my own personal stuff myself, in the first place, why do I even need to steal yr freaking PSP? Please get your facts right. Never accuse people blindly, espicially the innocent one like me. Let me tell you people this, I did not steal Yong Sheng's PSP neither have I steal people's belonging before. Except for things like pen or pencil lah, I mean I borrowed theirs but forgot to return. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, I've clarified your doubts here. I did not steal your freaking PSP and stop spreading rumours to anybody else cause its really pulling my reputation down. You know me, I take revenge. I dont like you, I do something bad. You bullshit me, I bullshit you back in a worst way. Now you want to pull down my reputation? I can pull down yours too, way lower than mine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What else should I type? Err, oh ya! The so unreasonable Miss Toh said that my hair is unapropriate. The fact is, she's the one being unreasnoble. Sigh, when can I ever escape discipline matters. The back of my hair and my fringe is shaved, worst still, I dont even own any fringes now. Come on, gimme a break. I guess thats all, too wordy already. :D &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-6071269631327566448?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/6071269631327566448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=6071269631327566448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/6071269631327566448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/6071269631327566448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-picture-is-very-very-random.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sa_kn0MrN-I/AAAAAAAAB3k/UAyYSMTVw2I/s72-c/sasa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-9144398152997410042</id><published>2009-03-04T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T06:24:29.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sa6OinUuWZI/AAAAAAAAB3c/PgeMzukhWIg/s1600-h/n613787006_1592720_8813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309337736038996370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sa6OinUuWZI/AAAAAAAAB3c/PgeMzukhWIg/s400/n613787006_1592720_8813.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOOK! IM ON TOP OF THE WORLD! BE JEALOUS! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha, this picture is sooo soo soo outdated, but still I have yet to post it here and show off to you ppl. Im still finding more of them and worst, Fitri hasn't send me all the pictures we took and Im so frustrated. But I kind of love this picture. YAAAAY. Rest assured, I'll upload all the photo when I got the photos from Fitri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For your infor, this is at the top of Mount Kinabalu. Not exactly the top, its another 600metres to the top. This picture was taken when we were on the way down the Mountain. I love it. I wanna say this again, I WAS ON TOP OF THE WORLD. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-9144398152997410042?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/9144398152997410042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=9144398152997410042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/9144398152997410042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/9144398152997410042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/03/look-im-on-top-of-world-be-jealous-p.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/Sa6OinUuWZI/AAAAAAAAB3c/PgeMzukhWIg/s72-c/n613787006_1592720_8813.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-5228402612369573130</id><published>2009-03-03T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T18:37:08.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im stuck at home recovering from my sickness. It was just discovered by the doctor yesterday that Im having an asthma. Here goes the conversation between me, the doctor and mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: You're having an asthma. Do you smoke?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: Thats why. Haiyaa, first thing first, you're an underage and you should not smoke.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I know. *sarcastic smile*&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: And you're big enough to know that smoking is bad for your health, right?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Err, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: You must cut down on your smoking, or your asthma might get worst.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: Slowly cut down, then stop. Okay?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah, okay.&lt;br /&gt;Mum: See lah you, smoke smoke smoke. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro said the same thing as well. Err, Im out of words anw. Hmm, 8 more days to one month. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-5228402612369573130?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/5228402612369573130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=5228402612369573130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/5228402612369573130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/5228402612369573130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-stuck-at-home-recovering-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-4316902873114258989</id><published>2009-03-02T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T06:38:44.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love; It can make you smile for the rest of your life, but it can also make you cry for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bby, our relationship resembles a pillar, which is about to collapse anytime soon. I feel ashamed of myself, because I failed to make you happy and I failed to last in relationship, &lt;em&gt;again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you fall in love, you get controlled by your emotions. You will do the silliest and stupidest thing. You tend to follow what your emotions tell you to do and your emotions are controlled by the person you love deeply. Your lover's emotions are controlled by you. Basically, when you are in love, you only laugh because she laugh, or you only cry because she cries. Emotions are no longer controlled by humans, but by the love shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power of love is so strong that you wonder hopelessly what had happened to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SavshHpQJpI/AAAAAAAAB3U/eS5SYmMrG2U/s1600-h/IMG_2170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308596639518172818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SavshHpQJpI/AAAAAAAAB3U/eS5SYmMrG2U/s400/IMG_2170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SavsENfUtEI/AAAAAAAAB3E/GYm2irg3NAg/s1600-h/IMG_2170.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-4316902873114258989?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/4316902873114258989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=4316902873114258989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/4316902873114258989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/4316902873114258989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-it-can-make-you-smile-for-rest-of.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQQeubYR2pw/SavshHpQJpI/AAAAAAAAB3U/eS5SYmMrG2U/s72-c/IMG_2170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-8476356985187346282</id><published>2009-02-27T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T07:13:10.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Never has it come across my mind that someone would actually mention that I am a boring person. Believe it or not, yeah someone did mention that. Even I myself coudn't believe that. There's time that I would joke till you laugh your asses out and there would be times that I am so serious that you don't wish to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not trying to think negative or not. Infact, Im thinking bout the positive. The fact is that, I am &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; a boring person. Alot of you might agree with me. Espicially, espicially these three people. Nadiah, Aisyah and also Ayeen Aziz. Even my brother's would disagree bout me being a boring person. Arghh, I woudn't want to eleborate much on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been so many things going on lately and I just can't handle them. I just can't accept the fact that all this issues between us had been occuring one after another. And I believe, this might carry on. Infact, it has been carrying on all this while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, enough said. I just dont have any guts to force myself to type down more here. Again I'll repeat. Im not a boring person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, tommorow bby and leia will be going off to KL. And Im sure Im gna miss both of them, espicially bby. I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-8476356985187346282?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/8476356985187346282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=8476356985187346282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/8476356985187346282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/8476356985187346282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/02/never-has-it-come-across-my-mind-that.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-2680903271670765575</id><published>2009-02-25T07:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T07:30:02.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just have to say that those spammers has no life at all. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been getting better lately, except that I've been hiding certain things to myself. But then, to think bout it, I better let it out to someone whom I trust. Which is Nana. And now, things has been settled between me and Amoi. I loved school more, except that I don't have enough sleep the day before and then I tend to get sleepy during lessons. But still, I forced myself to learn. And I love math's Probability. Its much more simplier then the previous Sine Rule, etcs. I just need to brush off my lazyness to the side and start revising my ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studies, gosh. Never in the history of my blog have I talk bout it. But seriously, in this critical year, I really really need to work my ass out. And I've been aiming for Higher Nitec. I don't wish to move on to Sec five cause I dont want more white hairs to grow. Eh, I dont know lah. But still, I wish to get a reasonable points for my N's. Prelims and N's drawing nearer and my heart is pumping faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, I still need a tutor for maths who understands how slow I am and be patient through teaching me. Cause I tend to forget what has been thought just few seconds ago and I will ask "Eh, this one how ah?" exactly after being explained. Well, told ya my brain circulate very slowly. Plus, since Ayeen, Malek, Nana, Leia seldom slacks anymore, Im stepping a little back. I'll slack with you guys on Fri and weekends. I need to complete the so many homeworks on weekdays and also do self-revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But eh, I love doing homeworks and revision outside. Like under the void deck, or some Resident Lounge. Simply because I love its windy wether during the night time. It gives me some peace when studying. Ahaha, okay laa. I seriously do not know what else should I blog about. But yeah, Im aiming for 15 points for N's btw. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-2680903271670765575?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/2680903271670765575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=2680903271670765575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/2680903271670765575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/2680903271670765575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-just-have-to-say-that-those-spammers.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056270144970781208.post-3958717430760400919</id><published>2009-02-22T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T06:35:02.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im worried. Most probably due to the so many issues we had. I mean, the clan had and I could no longer stand it. I've seen you guys in the so hyper happy moments as well as the so down moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't end it just like tht, burongs. Every friendship has its ups and downs, and we're going through the downs now after so many ups. We have to face it, settle and solve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry for letting this out. Sorry if you guys feel tht I want to tell the whole world bout this. Seriously, I dont want Leia and Amoi to break up. Both of you can work things out. Both of you can, believe you can. Don't break bcause of third party or whatsoever. Breaking up just bcause you dont like a person's attitude is totally a wrong reason. Very much wrong. Work things out, talk things out. Im putting myself in your shoes, and I understand how it feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, there's too much conflicts as well as problems. The conflict between me and Amoi had been solved. Malek's brother is admitted to the hospital, and due to some reason I can't mention here, Malek can't slack with us often anymore. Afiq is still going through NS. Nana could only slack when Afiq's there. Amoi felt like leaving cse it'll feel awkward. Marlia and Leia's father said they coudn't slack alot often anymore. Whts going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I love you guys! I hope everything's gna be fine soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love my bbylove.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056270144970781208-3958717430760400919?l=im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/feeds/3958717430760400919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056270144970781208&amp;postID=3958717430760400919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/3958717430760400919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056270144970781208/posts/default/3958717430760400919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-mohdsalihan.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-worried.html' title=''/><author><name>2A2 FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15852489296658462732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
