<?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-7897079</id><updated>2011-08-20T22:25:32.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>||*You Think You Know But You Have No Idea*||</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Burn Book</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422200421348045664</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>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7897079.post-115584544602760000</id><published>2006-08-18T03:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T04:49:10.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>b d a y w e e k</title><content type='html'>One hell of a week. Very spontaneous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday. sushi buffet wif lina. great food. ate til we were sick!sStore meeting. dinner at zam-zam. kampong glam was closed! very disappointed! awful tea @ al-majlis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday. work opening. long day at work. spontaneous dinner @ marina bay. me yanty lina and kelvin. wat betta place to have great food and watch e fireworks? fantastic fireworks. met wawa and nana @ liat. nana drove. supper @ little india. stop over @ mustafa center. slack @ esplanade. the place smelt funky cos of the fireworks. really funky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday. sentosa wif liza and don. last minute. cruising into sentosa in don's NEW white suzuki swift. I like! slacked @ tanjong beach. packed beach. dinner @ beach station coffee bean. food was ok-ok. afterwards, CAR WASH!! Last minute MOS-ing. sucky music. macdonald's breakfast. betta! free breakfast courtesy of yanty and belle. drunk pple won't know they are paying. yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday. late bday dinner from zee and khai. amirah's grill. lovely-lovely. their kebabs and kofta was fantastic! great service too! kampong glam for drinks while waiting for the girls. played stix! raffy, macsim and nana joined. cute bday cake for a surprise! dbl O. me macsim lina nana liza yanty wawa belle erli yani bobby. great company! 2nd surprise bday cake from jess and yanty! *peep*. wee morning cow-shopping. supper @ bencoolen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday. managed to get the car. pick mat and farid. met nana, wawa and belle. karaoke instead of zouk. went to mas ayu for supper. but they onli served mee goreng wif fishcakes. no cook on duty. wtf. went to still road instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday. last minute. met yanty, jess and erli for fireworks. beautiful. met lina kelvin kakak dede nana belle wawa ros and bf @ lau pah sat. dede was visiting from bandung. HRC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday. work cls. mensus cramps. fcuk! me macsim yanty lina. HRC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as u can see, I only worked 2 days and spent more than I should. die die. &lt;br /&gt;and next on the agenda. nana's bday. BROKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photos here: http://theburnbook05.multiply.com&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;updates soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7897079-115584544602760000?l=theburnbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115584544602760000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7897079&amp;postID=115584544602760000' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/115584544602760000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/115584544602760000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/2006/08/b-d-y-w-e-e-k.html' title='b d a y w e e k'/><author><name>The Burn Book</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422200421348045664</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7897079.post-115420670959357568</id><published>2006-07-30T04:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T01:32:35.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday.list</title><content type='html'>birthday list as requested by macsim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*not according to any sequence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ army green g-shock watch [$94]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.casio-intl.com/wat/g_shock/c3/images/g-8000-3vdr.gif"height="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ coach hp strap {$90++]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6d908b3127cce8b346cc360ae00000015108AcMWjhu5atS"height="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ game: taboo [$49.90]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.hasbro.com/common/images/products/0401547127_main400.jpg"width="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ game: friends sceneit? [$59.90]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.screenlifegames.com/_img/game/si_friends/contents.jpg"width="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ birkenstock (purple/pesto madrid, size 39)[$89]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.birkenstockusa.com/shared/productimages/large/0140731.JPG"width="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.birkenstockusa.com/shared/productimages/large/0140721.JPG"width="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ any tops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ levi's jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ leather watch (similar to my previous missing fossil one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ timbuk2 XL tote bag [$179]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6d829b3127cce89a1f1ea24bc00000016108AcMWjhu5atS"width="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would love these pieces below but none of them are available in spore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.birkenstockexpress.com/ImageLibrary/Footwear/Birkis/Dorian/AC168_500.jpg"width="250"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.timbuk2.com/static/images/perspectives/275/strapPouch06/4_f_tn.jpg"width="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.timbuk2.com/static/images/perspectives/275/metro/4_f_tn-ch-tn.jpg"width="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or these pieces which i myself could not afford yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6d908b3127cce8b346ceb608600000016108AcMWjhu5atS"width="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6d829b3127cce89a1f595a5f100000016108AcMWjhu5atS"width="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u didn't notice, green is the 'IN' colour for me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.: i don need anybody's understanding other than my friends'. so if u don like wat u see, juz shut up and leave. ok thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7897079-115420670959357568?l=theburnbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115420670959357568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7897079&amp;postID=115420670959357568' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/115420670959357568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/115420670959357568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/birthdaylist.html' title='birthday.list'/><author><name>The Burn Book</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422200421348045664</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7897079.post-115308145051211304</id><published>2006-07-17T04:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T04:29:13.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my.baby.</title><content type='html'>My latest addition.. love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dcresource.com/images/news/casio_022706/EX-Z60_BK_f_le.jpg"width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dcresource.com/images/news/casio_022706/EX-Z60_BK_fb2.jpg"height="450"width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealous tak?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7897079-115308145051211304?l=theburnbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115308145051211304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7897079&amp;postID=115308145051211304' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/115308145051211304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/115308145051211304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/mybaby.html' title='my.baby.'/><author><name>The Burn Book</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422200421348045664</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7897079.post-115205019557062297</id><published>2006-07-05T05:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T05:56:44.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>excuse my french!</title><content type='html'>*screams*&lt;br /&gt;so fcuking happy!&lt;br /&gt;It may b 6am in the morning but i have to fcuking write this!&lt;br /&gt;Italy fcuking won!&lt;br /&gt;Italy fcuking beat Germany 2-0!&lt;br /&gt;Italy is going to the fcuking FINALS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excuse my &lt;s&gt;french&lt;/s&gt; italian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let me calm down a minute.&lt;br /&gt;gotta give germany some credit. they onli did lose at extra time?&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, sue cried after germany lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7897079-115205019557062297?l=theburnbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115205019557062297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7897079&amp;postID=115205019557062297' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/115205019557062297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/115205019557062297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/excuse-my-french.html' title='excuse my french!'/><author><name>The Burn Book</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422200421348045664</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7897079.post-115153301463328023</id><published>2006-06-29T06:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T06:16:54.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gone.</title><content type='html'>so ya, the bgf is off to dubai. how?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7897079-115153301463328023?l=theburnbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115153301463328023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7897079&amp;postID=115153301463328023' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/115153301463328023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/115153301463328023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/2006/06/gone.html' title='gone.'/><author><name>The Burn Book</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422200421348045664</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7897079.post-114980594087808148</id><published>2006-06-09T05:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T07:44:36.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wassup wif dat?</title><content type='html'>i don know y there are pple in this world who reads blogs and leaves nasty comments or hate-tags. wassup wif dat? pple should learn to keep comments to themselves bcos it's seriously none of their fcuking business. i don deny i bitch ard but onli to close frieds. bcos i need to get it out my chest. seriously. bcos sometimes being too truthful or straight-forward are juz aint nice. unless they are ur close friends of cos. i learnt it e hard way. bitching isn't acceptable i know BUT perfectly understandable human nature. i juz pass by mai's best friend's blog and she got nasty hate-tags from e same person. very nasty. wtf je tau. if u don like her, keep it to urself la. letting her know u hate her makes her feel bad but does it make u feel betta? i doubt so. maybe 10mins worth of satisfaction. at most. but e least u could do is leave ur name. real name. wtf. diff pple have diff choices, thinking, preferences, etc. leave it. nobody is perfect. they may make wrong decision but it's fully beared by them. y fcukin bother? so y do u fcukin care if her bf is ugly? y do u fcukin care i'm fat? pple so need to learn not to be such a kpo ass and clean up their own life, rather than commenting other pple's. &lt;br /&gt;i don deny that i read pple's blogs. u can't deny that some of them are interesting. i am kpo but i don go ard, commenting on anything. it's their fcuking life. let them run it la. blogs are meant to be read, not commented at. unless u r familiar friends dat is. silence is golden in this era of adversity. so either u bear wif it or fcuk it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qoute Of e Year .... "don tolerate, juz ignore" by macsimo dutti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7897079-114980594087808148?l=theburnbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/feeds/114980594087808148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7897079&amp;postID=114980594087808148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/114980594087808148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/114980594087808148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/2006/06/wassup-wif-dat_114980594087808148.html' title='wassup wif dat?'/><author><name>The Burn Book</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422200421348045664</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-7897079.post-114695555745819427</id><published>2006-05-07T06:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T06:45:57.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fcuk Off</title><content type='html'>I don need any comment on this bcos it's for my own reference so don be such a kpo ass n bugger off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You entered: Nur Shahidah Binte Ahmad&lt;br /&gt;There are 21 letters in your name.&lt;br /&gt;Those 21 letters total to 98&lt;br /&gt;There are 8 vowels and 13 consonants in your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your number is: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The characteristics of #8 are: Practical endeavors, status oriented, power-seeking, high-material goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The expression or destiny for #8:&lt;br /&gt;Your Expression is represented by the number 8. The 8 Expression is well-equipped in a managerial sense. You have outstanding organizational and administrative capabilities. You have the potential for considerable achievement in business or other powerful positions. You can expect to receive the financial and material rewards. You have the skill and abilities to establish or operate a business with great efficiency. You have good judgment when it comes to money and commercial matters, and you understand how to build and accumulate material wealth. Much of your success (or lack of it) may come due to your ability (or inability) to judge character. With the number 8 Expression, you exercise sound judgment in most of your affairs; you are realistic and practical in your approach to business matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The positive 8 Expression produces individuals that are very ambitious and goal-oriented. If the 8 energy is not in excess in your makeup, you will no doubt express these traits to some extent. No one has any more energy that a person with the 8 Expression who has a plan laid and is starting to work. No one has any more self-confidence, either. If you are expressing the positive qualities of 8, you are an outstanding manager because you can plan, initiate, and complete projects; you are very dependable and determined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it always happens, there can be too much of a good thing. If you have too much of the 8 energy in your makeup, you may express some of the negative attitudes. A negative 8 can be very rigid and stubborn. Ambition sometimes has a way of becoming over-ambition, and you may express an unreasonable impatience with the lack of progress. If your negative side is showing, you may be too exacting, both of yourself and of others. Sometimes this can even becomes a case of intolerance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number 8 is very materialistic and also very desirous of status and power. Neither of these drives are inherently negative unless they are taken to an extreme. You must avoid the tendency to strain after money, material matters, status, or power, to the detriment of the other important factors in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Soul Urge number is: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Soul Urge number of 3 means: &lt;br /&gt;With the Soul Urge number 3 your desire in life is personal expression, and generally enjoying life to its fullest. You want to participate in an active social life and enjoy a large circle of friends. You want to be in the limelight, expressing your artistic or intellectual talents. Word skills may be your thing; speaking, writing, acting, singing. In a positive sense, the 3 energy is friendly, outgoing and always very social. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a decidedly upbeat attitude that is rarely discouraged; a good mental and emotional balance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 Soul Urge gives intuitive insight, thus, very high creative and inspirational tendencies. The truly outstanding trait shown by the 3 Soul Urge is that of self-expression, regardless of the field of endeavor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the negative side, you may at times become too easygoing and too optimistic, tending to scatter forces and accomplish very little. Often, the excessive 3 energy produces non-stop talkers. Everyone has faults, but the 3 soul urge doesn't appreciate having these pointed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Inner Dream number is: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Inner Dream number of 5 means: &lt;br /&gt;You dream of being totally free and unrestrained by responsibility. You see yourself conversing and mingling with the natives in many nations, living for adventure and life experiences. You imagine what you might accomplished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7897079-114695555745819427?l=theburnbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/feeds/114695555745819427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7897079&amp;postID=114695555745819427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/114695555745819427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/114695555745819427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/2006/05/fcuk-off.html' title='Fcuk Off'/><author><name>The Burn Book</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422200421348045664</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-7897079.post-114643275470859293</id><published>2006-05-01T05:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T03:17:34.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 pple?</title><content type='html'>name 20 people you can think of right now at the top of your head. don't read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 20 people. ready? start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Surya&lt;br /&gt;2. Azimah&lt;br /&gt;3. Nana&lt;br /&gt;4. Macsim&lt;br /&gt;5. Lina&lt;br /&gt;6. Yanty&lt;br /&gt;7. Erli&lt;br /&gt;8. Aidah&lt;br /&gt;9. Wanz&lt;br /&gt;10. Faidhi&lt;br /&gt;11. Rudi&lt;br /&gt;12. Khai&lt;br /&gt;13. Mat&lt;br /&gt;14. Farid&lt;br /&gt;15. Jiahui&lt;br /&gt;16. Bobby&lt;br /&gt;17. Iryani&lt;br /&gt;18. Kak Efah&lt;br /&gt;19. Syasya&lt;br /&gt;20. Haziq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) how did you meet 14?&lt;br /&gt;In Starbucks. buddies! He was a stuck up boy, nasib baik dia hensem! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) what would you do if you've never met 1?&lt;br /&gt;Never did i thought of that! e consequences is too terrifying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) what would you do if 20 and 9 dated?&lt;br /&gt;It'll be so WRONG! 20 is only 2yrs old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) did you ever like 19?&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE HER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) would 6 and 17 make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;there is a possibility of them dating. but a good couple? orh i donno! kekeke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) describe 3.&lt;br /&gt;she's loud, short and naughty! but i love her anyways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) do you think 8 is attractive?&lt;br /&gt;of cos she is. juz think blond.. kekeke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) tell me something about 7.&lt;br /&gt;she's lovely! everybody loves her.. i miss her though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) do you know any of 12's family?&lt;br /&gt;i know his sis! linda! works at starbucks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) what's 8's favourite?&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm i donnoe her dat well but from wat i know she loves to eat whilst msning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) what would you do if 18 just confessed he/she likes you?&lt;br /&gt;of cos she does! she's FAMILY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) what language does 15 speak?&lt;br /&gt;Chinese, Hokkein, Malay(very little), English(superb. eng A2 ok!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) who is 9 going out with?&lt;br /&gt;hopefully number 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) how old is 16 now?&lt;br /&gt;A quarter of a century!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) when's the last time you talked to 13?&lt;br /&gt;A week ago on MSN! he very e busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) what is 2's favourite band/singer?&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm i think she's very into R&amp;B. dats all i know. for now. kekeke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) would u ever date 4?&lt;br /&gt;Erm NO! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) would you ever date 7?&lt;br /&gt;Unless i'm a lesbian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) is 15 single?&lt;br /&gt;U wish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) what is 10's last name?&lt;br /&gt;Let me give u his full name. Muhd Faidhi Bin Kamal Bashah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) would you ever be in a serious relationship with 11?&lt;br /&gt;unless u wan number 1 to skin me alive, don ask me this qns ever! Siao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) what school does 3 go to?&lt;br /&gt;The School of Hairs! kekekeke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) where does 6 live?&lt;br /&gt;Jelapang Rd, Bukit Panjang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) what's your favourite thing about 5?&lt;br /&gt;Dat she lives life by e day, neve worrying abt wat pple might think of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) have you seen number 1 naked?&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to it! kekeke pls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7897079-114643275470859293?l=theburnbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/feeds/114643275470859293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7897079&amp;postID=114643275470859293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/114643275470859293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/114643275470859293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/2006/05/20-pple.html' title='20 pple?'/><author><name>The Burn Book</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422200421348045664</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7897079.post-114375008387425298</id><published>2006-03-31T04:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T04:21:23.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kuakuakua</title><content type='html'>guess who is a driver now?! kuakuakua..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7897079-114375008387425298?l=theburnbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/feeds/114375008387425298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7897079&amp;postID=114375008387425298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/114375008387425298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/114375008387425298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/2006/03/kuakuakua.html' title='kuakuakua'/><author><name>The Burn Book</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422200421348045664</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-7897079.post-114245094240135936</id><published>2006-03-16T03:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T06:01:10.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>real fcuked shit</title><content type='html'>fcuk. i don like blogging abt my feeling cos i will read it in a few mths and feel stupid. but den again, dat's e purpose of having a blog. from now onwards, i don bother trying to write in proper english. fcuk it. I've been very cranky this past week. i donno y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got my first hate tag from donno-which-fcuk-who-dares-to-write-such-a-comment-but-not-leave-her-name. but wateva it is, i'm not bitter abt it bcos i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; i know who she is. so today's entry will be abt she-who-mus-not-be-named.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only had 1 best friend (let's call her *M )since young but i dunno wat fcuk happened. things juz went outta hand. i recently confidently declared a new best friend but i still donno shit abt her. i'm so having my karma now cos now i know how it felt to call someone best friend and not reciprocated. maybe i judge e situation too fast. announcing to e www abt having a new best friend. i've been thinkin abt this ever since i saw e look *M gave me at dbl o. she was juz so bitter. looking at me like i'm a disgusting piece of crap. we used to be best of friends. but pple change. i changed. she did too. but &lt;br /&gt;things wouldn't be e way it is if we had e tok we supposed to. &lt;br /&gt;things wouldn't be e way it is if u didn't make up all e lies u told *S whilst drinkin. &lt;br /&gt;things wouldn't be e way it is if i wasn't too quick to judge u, someone i knew 3/4 of my life. &lt;br /&gt;things wouldn't be e way it is if u didn't take me for granted. &lt;br /&gt;things wouldn't be e way it is if i didn't thought *S can replace u. &lt;br /&gt;things wouldn't be e way it is if we juz learnt to tok to each other. &lt;br /&gt;things wouldn't be e way it is if we both gave each other chances to say sorry. &lt;br /&gt;i would had smsed her that night but i figured it was useless. things would neve be e same. but although i'm a fcuk-up egoist, i will say this wif all e hatred on e surface but it's a fact i can't deny. no one can replace wat she was/did in my life. good and bad. she was there. &lt;br /&gt;e days i cried abt my mum being e way she is. &lt;br /&gt;e days i cried bcos pple in sch were fcuk-ups. &lt;br /&gt;e days i bitch bcos i can't keep up wif sch. &lt;br /&gt;e days i cried abt e mean pple at work. &lt;br /&gt;the gazillion things i shared wif her. she was there. simple things. all taken for granted. e shit we've been thru. and it ended in such a disappointing manner. i was too judgemental and she was too ignorant. wif this entry, i don expect anything. i dunnoe how she feels. i dun wan to be judgemental. it's been a yr since we toked. enuf. it is abt time i got it out of my system and move on. fact is no one will know me as well as she did. but i glad i still have fantabulous gfs who i heart deeply. Macsim. Nana. Surya. Lina. Zee. Yanty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.: pls take note of all past tense used. and *S is not surya. and surya i know u'll read this. this was wat i wanted to tok abt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywasy i realized that *M's bitterness towards me is similar to my bitterness towards *S. so ya. yes. i need to forgive and forget. i did forgive but i'll neve forget. too many things go thru my pea brain. sch. work. social life????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now to the good stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;i juz came back from Phuket. not juz though. abt a week ago to be exact. got back wif nothing but dunkin donuts and sunburn!! horrible sunburn. it was such a last minute trip bcos we have already decided to forfeit e tickets bcos my mum needed to be hospitalised one of e days. i didn't tell her abt e trip bcos everyone said it'll only hurt her feelings. e prob = tickets cannot be refunded. only time, date and destination are changeable wif a fcuked-up 35 moolahs charge for each tix. surya cannot change her off days. but i did tell my mum anyways. at 10pm, e night before e flight. she thought i was foolish to waste 2 tickets to phuket. being e good daughter i am(ya rite), i re-ensure that she didn't mind me not being there for her check-up. so I called surya and asked her to pack her bags. 5 hrs before e flight. i was at no betta state cos i will only finished work at 2am. so we got a fcuked-up 28 moolahs cab at 5am and off we went to Phuket! yehah! photos up &lt;a href="http://shidahbing.shutterfly.com"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HERE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ya. i betta go to bed. working laters and tomolo 11 of us are off to tioman. again. Me. Macsim. Lina. Bobby. C-Mac. Isq. Qianshi. Faidhi. Haidar. Yanty. Mai. n 9 of Isq campmates. whoever they are. i'm sure we will hav fun! i'll update abt e trip when i get back. maybe a mth or 2 mths after dat. kuakuakua..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7897079-114245094240135936?l=theburnbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/feeds/114245094240135936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7897079&amp;postID=114245094240135936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/114245094240135936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/114245094240135936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/2006/03/real-fcuked-shit.html' title='real fcuked shit'/><author><name>The Burn Book</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422200421348045664</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-7897079.post-113924465575500155</id><published>2006-02-07T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T00:50:59.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E6E6FA" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: August 10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F2F2FB"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Independent and dominant, you tend to be the alpha dog in most situations.&lt;br /&gt;You're very confident, and hardly anything ever shakes you.&lt;br /&gt;Mundane tasks tend to drain you - you prefer to be making great plans.&lt;br /&gt;You are quite original. When people don't "get" you, it bothers you a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your ability to gain respect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: Caring too much what others think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Orange-red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Letter X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: October&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&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/7897079-113924465575500155?l=theburnbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/feeds/113924465575500155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7897079&amp;postID=113924465575500155' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/113924465575500155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/113924465575500155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/2006/02/me.html' title='ME!'/><author><name>The Burn Book</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422200421348045664</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7897079.post-113907912692918687</id><published>2006-02-05T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T04:24:51.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>January.</title><content type='html'>Let's summarize the month of January.&lt;br /&gt;This is surely the first of the brand new year but I'm still in Starbucks after 5yrs. No joke, I even got a 5-year service award from the company. Enuf of that. Anyways January was a busy busy busy month. There were 2 chalets, 2 overseas trip, a wedding, hari raya haji and of cos work. heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First on the list was my cousin's wedding. Nothing much except for the old-skool family gathering where ALL of the relatives will say how surprised they are that I'm already so grown up and so bloody FAT. tks ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was Yanty's birthday. The size of the room was a bit of a disappointment but luckily not the company. We went there with our brains filled wif thoughts of diving on the beds &amp; sleep but surprise!, surprise!, not only the room was freakishly small but the first person I saw in the room was the last person I wanted to see. Wat luck! So Regina and Hitomi did went home first. We left after she cut her cake and was dead-drunk. We had no destination cos none of us wanted to waste money on cab and we wanted to watch the sunrise. So we headed to Pahlawan beach, grabbed some food and headed to the towers to await for sunrise. As expected, I didn't saw it at all cos I slept right thru it. hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari Raya Haji was normal. I went to granny's and uncle's. That's abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangkok Trip! 12th to 17th. 6 freaking days. 6 of us. Me, Macsim, Lina, Raihan, Raihan's sis and their friend, Shareen. Everybody did a fair share of shopping and all of them either pierce, braid their hair or both. I was the only normal one. Macsim re-did her dreadlocks and pierced her lips. Lina did braids. Raihan did braids and re-pierce her tongue. Her sis pierced her lips and shareen pierced her eyebrowns.&lt;br /&gt;I only came back with a henna tattoo on the ankles which everybody thought was real. Truth to be told, I have no guts to do a real one. This time round, we did went to a tiger show. We went to an underground one and it was damn funny. Photos will be up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following up was OB anniversary chalet. We had an adjoining room with Lido Shaw cos it will be easier for Bobby and Yanty. Most of the LS partners didn't stay over for the first night so we conquered both rooms on the first night. Damn shiok. We were running all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the winners &amp;amp; their prizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Serious Awards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Frap - Lina - Phuket Starbucks City Mug&lt;br /&gt;Best POS - Iryani - Christmas Starbucks Bearista&lt;br /&gt;Best BE/BS - Azhar - Old-skool Starbucks Mug&lt;br /&gt;Best Busser - Shikin - Bali Starbucks T-shirt&lt;br /&gt;Best Overall/Most Improved Partner - Shikin - Extreme Starbucks Tumbler&lt;br /&gt;Best MOD - Wanz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Crappy Awards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Smile - Sri - Starbucks Lanyard&lt;br /&gt;Best Hair - Hitomi - Starbucks Lanyard&lt;br /&gt;Bachelor 2005 - Isq - Starbucks Keychain&lt;br /&gt;Bachelorette 2005 - Lina - Starbucks Keychain&lt;br /&gt;Mr Personality - Ramon - Starbucks Mousepad&lt;br /&gt;Ms Personality - Reggie - Taipei Starbucks City Mug&lt;br /&gt;OB Full-Of-Shit - Reggie - Sulawesi Starbucks T-shirt&lt;br /&gt;Mr/Ms Cranky - ME! - Starbucks Tote Bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All prizes are sponsered by our NEW store manager, Wanz! For last year's winners,&lt;a href="http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_theburnbook_archive.html"target="_blank"&gt;  click here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night continues with the normal lets-see-who-gets-drunk-first drinking game. Lina and Macsim was smart enuf to refill the empty vodka bottle witf tap water. They both ended up bloated instead of drunk. The next day, we got up and played captain's ball at the carpark. ME, lina, sue, naz, yanty, raffy, mai and vanessa. It was hilarious but we got chased out after 10mins. Went for a short swim and joined LS for their BBQ for awhile before bowling. Bowling was a clumsy affair. Bing, Lanky, Ah Pek, Pink Brit, Brad Pitt, An An, Bimbo and Bulaty. Go figure who is who. Afterwards, we joined tini and siti at the LS chalet for Pontianak Harum Sundal Malam 2. It was damn creepy! It gets more creepy cos after that we went to our chalet balcony and did ghost-story telling. Scares the shit outta me. Damn. It still gives me the chills. Checking out the next day was a bitch cos the check-out auntie was nagging non-stop! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was the batam trip with the family. Batam was boring but we did have fun in the hotel. We did a little shoppin and most of time were spent in the hotel. We went in a big group so it was a little difficult to move around. It was nice though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that wrapped up January. I'm too tired to write so ya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-End of January Chronicles-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7897079-113907912692918687?l=theburnbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/feeds/113907912692918687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7897079&amp;postID=113907912692918687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/113907912692918687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/113907912692918687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/2006/02/january.html' title='January.'/><author><name>The Burn Book</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422200421348045664</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-7897079.post-113639295210063051</id><published>2006-01-05T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T00:44:29.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>resolution?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="300" style="border: 1px solid black; background-color: white; color: black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;In the year 2006 I resolve to:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Pick my nose at stop lights.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: right; color black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://resolution.geek-foo.net" style="color: red;"&gt;Get your resolution here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7897079-113639295210063051?l=theburnbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/feeds/113639295210063051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7897079&amp;postID=113639295210063051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/113639295210063051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/113639295210063051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/2006/01/resolution.html' title='resolution?'/><author><name>The Burn Book</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422200421348045664</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7897079.post-113607001336218827</id><published>2006-01-01T06:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T19:46:45.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2006 already?</title><content type='html'>30th Dec 05, spent e morning wif a spinning head at work. Can you imagine no sleep and off to work at 6am til 5pm. No more clubbing if I'm working morning e next day! Argh! After a dragging day at work, I went off to meet up wif Zee for dinner. Nothing extravagent, juz dinner at e good old coffeeshop behind bugis junction wif old skool girlfrens' bitching. After dinner, went off shopping and after so long of not shopping, i spent $100 on some tees n a wristlets. We then went to cold storage, chose a pint of Maltesers ice cream(ben&amp;jerry's was out of our fav flavour), picked up a venti cup of iced water n 2 spoons from Starbucks and got ourselves a comfy place behind bugis junction to start e 2nd episode of gossips, with some confessions here and there. It's been a long time since we have such an opportunity. So Zee, let's do it again sometime. Juz e 2 of us okay. I promise. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, guess how I spent e countdown? Like a couch potato, switching between channels, have had not bathe from morning(I woke up at 5pm, u see, so can't help it). So I did bring some memories to 2006, in particular, my jeruk(some smelly preserve fruit) smell as described by Surya. And ya, I promised so many pple that I'll drop by but I was seriously glued to e bloody sofa. I think it has some magnetic powers or something so seriously, NOT my fault. heh. In e end, I persuaded Surya to come over instead (wif ice cream, of cos) and yes, wif me smelly n all. Of cos she didn't mind n she betta not be. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, u betta don call me a loser cos I didn't go for any countdown. I rather be working but I can't. Every year is e same shit. 10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2...1 so wat's so farking special? I'm not bitter but I can do that on my sofa too. And of cos, alone. Y not? Yes, it's betta if I spent it wif close friends but they were all busy. Surya got an early morning flight, Macsim gotta work at CB, Lina spendin time wif bf, Nana got some heads to cut at home(cut hair la) and dearest Zee is out wif bf n younger bro. I was supposed to join Shikin at work but seriously? Refer to point sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a brand new year and I haven't thought of any new year's resolutions. Gimme 2 days n I'll come out wif it. This year, it has to be an achievable and do-able goal. Last year's resolution is so far from expectation, so yes, one of this year's will be to complete last year's and last last year's and so on. Fark, now I made my new year's resolution impossible. double e heh. heh. heh. juz wait for e official one ok.  There WILL be one. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, early last 31st Dec 05 morning, I received e 1st new year sms from Macsim. Hers was no ordinary forwarded sms. It was a heartfelt one. A reminisce of 31st Dec 04, how time flies and when we looked back, it onli brought back some bad memories. It gonna be a betta year(wif god's will). So, to wrap up 2005, all I have to say is that I'd made some &lt;s&gt;good&lt;/s&gt; wonderful friends this year that I don regret(sad of cos, but no regrets) losing 2 last year. It's all blessing in disguise. Tks to e girls (Surya, Macsim, Lina, Nana, Zee) n of cos to Yanty n Erli for e late night/wee morning talks. I love all of it. And, wif e new management team at OB, I'm sure there's more to come in 2006! till then, bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: pls pray that I passed my driving license this yr and get into SIM. pls? pretty pls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, check out e update 'About Me'. an achievement for 2005. Yey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7897079-113607001336218827?l=theburnbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/feeds/113607001336218827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7897079&amp;postID=113607001336218827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/113607001336218827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/113607001336218827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/2006/01/2006-already.html' title='2006 already?'/><author><name>The Burn Book</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422200421348045664</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-7897079.post-113538418164417128</id><published>2005-12-24T06:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T08:47:18.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates......</title><content type='html'>It has been mths since I updated this blog. I've been on the net almost every day but can't seem to be bothered to update cos if I start, I'll take a long time to stop. So yeah, it have been almost 4mths and of cos many happened but no, it wasn't boring at all. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I didn't mistaken the saga in OB started in the midst of September and after 4 excruciating mths, it will come to an end. Only last mth, I was betrayed by partners I'd once trusted (note the present tense used). I learnt it the hard way once again and this experience has only taught me to believe specific pple (read: family, best friend and gfs). Let's pray for a better year for OB next year. I'm sure it will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how time flies but it was really quick. I can't remember what I did every day for the last 4mths. Things just happen and you just have to believe in HIM that it was for your own good. Note that I now have a best friend. Hah. But this time it is for real ok. She does understand me the most (not totally but more la). I've indirectly declared it to her so she has to live with it. Ok Surya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let's summarize all happenings by mthly basis. Excuse me if u don wanna read cos this happens to be the chronicles of Shidah so don bullshit with me. But do not worry, I don not report what I do on a daily basis cos everybody in this bloody world eats, sleep and go out. I just do those that is worth remembering wokay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September - District coffee master challenge and with Irwan's help, we won of cos. Nothing else I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;October -The fasting mth! Rudi's commissioning parade. I never went to one before, wokay. At last, a lido reunion with the rest of the gang. Mother went to Umrah for 2 weeks so 2 weeks of outside foods. Yucks!&lt;br /&gt;November - Hari Raya! Mother only came back on the 3rd of Raya but all was good. Alhumdulillah, she came back safe. I didn't even jalan raya with any friends. Everybody was too busy working, which includes me of cos. Work tryouts at Ambrosia and I didn't like it one bit. Finally, I got my new 6680!!&lt;br /&gt;December - Drama mama mth! There were backstabbing here, there and everywhere at store. I practically dragged myself to work cos pple started to get so freakishly fake! Starbucks open house, Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, all I can say is that I spent these 4 mths slacking at arab street or LT wif my gfs, clubbing wif them and going supper like nobody's business. Believe me, I have grown so much fatter now. Too much clubbing/supper I think. Time to stop....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Chronicles of Narnia was awesome. Go watch.&lt;br /&gt;Stay tune for more pictures. Just wait ah.. kuakuakua&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7897079-113538418164417128?l=theburnbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/feeds/113538418164417128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7897079&amp;postID=113538418164417128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/113538418164417128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/113538418164417128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/2005/12/updates.html' title='Updates......'/><author><name>The Burn Book</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422200421348045664</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-7897079.post-113468766720590527</id><published>2005-12-16T07:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T07:01:07.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dead?</title><content type='html'>Did pple thought i was dead??? NOT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7897079-113468766720590527?l=theburnbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/feeds/113468766720590527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7897079&amp;postID=113468766720590527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/113468766720590527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/113468766720590527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/2005/12/dead.html' title='dead?'/><author><name>The Burn Book</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422200421348045664</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7897079.post-112637089806490882</id><published>2005-09-02T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T01:35:05.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Overview. August.</title><content type='html'>Well, august was a damn tiring month! I'm glad we got it over and done wif! Anyways, updates here..&lt;br /&gt;2nd week of august was my bday chalet. I dunnoe but I'll always get pissed in the beginning parts of my bday. Always I tell u. Anyways, I was lucky that Raffy did everything for me. The party had a theme. A purple theme to be precised. Everybody was to turn up with something purple on them and surprisingly, they did. Everything was wonderfully fantabulous. For photos, click &lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=8AcMWjhu5atWIG" target="_blank"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juz need a few 'thank you' here. Firstly, I wanna say tks to Raffy for all e trouble she had gone thru with the bbq food and chalet arrangement. Secondly, to Azimah and Khai, tks for picking up my fried rice and noodles from my house. Not forgetting, for e awesome brownies, ice cream and hotdog rolls! And thirdly to my awesome gfs; Surya, Macsim, Nana and Lina, for juz being there. U guys know u guys are e most important pple on the guest list rite? All 7 of u (apart from e irritating family of cos). The most memorable birthday up to date!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here are the present list. Shockingly Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;1st Present - A pair of PUMA shoes from Azimah and Khai! Woohoo! Very e lawa ok!&lt;br /&gt;2nd Present - A box of my favorite Famous Amos Cookies from Shahid and Joshie!&lt;br /&gt;3rd Present - A Limited Edition GAMEBOY advance SP from Surya and Rudi! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;4th Present - A Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets book from Vanessa!&lt;br /&gt;5th Present - A bouquet of PURPLE flowers from Yanty! Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;6th Present - A Borders Voucher and s PURPLE furry pen from Yani and Bobby!&lt;br /&gt;7th Present - A collection of 3 t-shirts and a pants from Ja and the company!&lt;br /&gt;8th Present - A collection of BodyShop Perfume from Shikin!&lt;br /&gt;9th Present - A Mambo trucker cap from Jackie, Jane, Cheng and Burger!&lt;br /&gt;and lastly from e gfs,&lt;br /&gt;10th Present - A PURPLE GAMEBOY advance. WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;How's that?? I'm not showin off ok. I'm showin appreciation. No joke. But who cares?! this is my blog wat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I won't add this to my list of present bcos it was damn farked up! Bobby and Lina caught a lizard at store and put it into a Grande Cup wif a dead dragonfly. They wrapped it up in a cute pink box and made shahid pass it to me when she came cos they were coming late after work. The deal was to make up me open it up with e other presents but e ever excited wanted to open it immediately. Served me right. I shook e box a few times before opening. So by e time i opened it, e lizard was half-dead and me threwing it so far out made it dead i guessed. So farked up ok cos i went into e toilet and they placed it infront of e bloody toilet. I refuse to come out and locked myself. DAMN CB! $%^$#%&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Bobby and Lina, I will have my REVENGE!!&lt;br /&gt;ok that's abt it for my bday chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on the list was my TP test and I failed it. Badly. I was very sick before that actually. Right after e chalet. I guess I got it from Macsim. She was very sick at e chalet. Got 2 days MC from work and e TP test was e next day. I was realli sick cos e day after e TP test, my phlegm were all bloody. Macsim and Raffy was so disgusted by it that they suspected I'd internal bleeding. Wahuahua. And that's only e beginning of 3nd week of August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana's chalet was next. So as usual, Raffy took care of the arragements. Macsim paid for e chalet, we paid for e food. It was a surprise chalet for her and we are glad she loved it. We went to ChinaBlack before bringing her to e chalet. She was pissed drunk! Not by us, but her REDS colleagues. For a non-drinker, she survived e Graveyard well. All was good again. No photos here though. I forgot abt e camera. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that chaos, we took a rest. It was back to work for me til e end of the month. Work my ass off! So that's August for u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7897079-112637089806490882?l=theburnbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/feeds/112637089806490882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7897079&amp;postID=112637089806490882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/112637089806490882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/112637089806490882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/2005/09/overview-august.html' title='An Overview. August.'/><author><name>The Burn Book</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422200421348045664</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-7897079.post-112429768473183741</id><published>2005-08-16T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T00:54:44.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm depressed.. very very depressed.. failed my TP test! argh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7897079-112429768473183741?l=theburnbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/feeds/112429768473183741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7897079&amp;postID=112429768473183741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/112429768473183741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/112429768473183741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>The Burn Book</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422200421348045664</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-7897079.post-112386867003574531</id><published>2005-08-13T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T01:54:14.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I WANNA THANK MY GFs, SUYA, ZEE AND ALL MY FRIENDS FOR THEY HAD MADE MY LIFE SO COLOURFUL AND SO BEAUTIFUL THIS YEAR! I LOVE ALL OF YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7897079-112386867003574531?l=theburnbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/feeds/112386867003574531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7897079&amp;postID=112386867003574531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/112386867003574531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/112386867003574531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/2005/08/yey.html' title='Yey!'/><author><name>The Burn Book</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422200421348045664</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-7897079.post-112353247985695912</id><published>2005-08-09T04:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T04:21:19.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the most beautiful dream. ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It was realli e most beautiful dream ever. I have always wanted to experience dreams involving my late dad. Dreams that all my family members had at least once. So the day came thru for me. The scene was unbelievably beautiful. I was in this cottage, with a window overlooking my bed. I looked outside thru e window and saw my dad, late grandparents and some kids at the lawn. They were having fun, playing with e swings, laughing and havin lovable conversations with each other. Then he turned to me and I waved. It was such a warm smile that tears rolled down my eyes. But no matter wat i did, i can't seem to get near him nor join them. It was as if the window was the divider of life and death. No one could ever understand that desire of wanting to hold his hands. I woke abruptly and realized it wasn't juz a dream but a memory. I smiled to myself, with tears rolling off my cheeks and slept with glee. That was one dream i'll neve forget. Never. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7897079-112353247985695912?l=theburnbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/feeds/112353247985695912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7897079&amp;postID=112353247985695912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/112353247985695912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/112353247985695912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/2005/08/most-beautiful-dream-ever.html' title='the most beautiful dream. ever.'/><author><name>The Burn Book</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422200421348045664</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7897079.post-112353312226239686</id><published>2005-08-07T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T00:18:58.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the truth unfolds.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was neve sure of my own feelings but today the truth unfolds. I have moved on. For good. It juz doesn't affect me at all even though i've guessed wat he did to his good friend. It didn't even make me feel sad. I felt nothing more than sympathy towards his good friend. But i did felt sick on the thought that he bare to do such a thing. Always believe in karma. Always. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7897079-112353312226239686?l=theburnbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/feeds/112353312226239686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7897079&amp;postID=112353312226239686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/112353312226239686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/112353312226239686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/2005/08/truth-unfolds.html' title='the truth unfolds.'/><author><name>The Burn Book</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422200421348045664</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-7897079.post-112318729782725679</id><published>2005-08-05T04:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T04:53:26.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Y A W N !</title><content type='html'>Juz got a hair cut yesterday. I think it went too short. Now i look like a boy. A bloody boy. But it's alrite, hair gonna grow anyways. It's been a while since i seen surya or azimah. It's been like 2 weeks? I dunnoe. Been busy with work, i guess. Juz had a 3 consecutive days off and i still drag myself to work. There's so much to update but i'm plain lazy. I rather juz lay lifelessly on my bed and stare at the bloody ceiling. Anyways, my TP test will be on the 15th August. Everybody, pls pray that i'll pass!! Pls.. pls.. pls..&lt;br /&gt;This month will be an eventful month. 2 chalets on the list, a TP test, niece's bday. I'll only be working for 16th days this mth instead of the normal 20-25days. I'm very well expecting my pay next mth to be half of wat i usually get. So i'm back to square 1. No more savings. Gonna buy a PSP, pay for chalets, pay for presents. Hopefully I dun fail the TP test or else, more money will be bloody needed. I guess I need to start saving again if I really wanna go for the backpacking trip across &lt;st1:place&gt;Europe&lt;/st1:place&gt; next march with Lina. I need a whopping ass of at least $3000. And I wanna do &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Thailand&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; with Macsim before that. How? How? Earn, spend, earn, spend. Then come april, i'm gonna start school. More money needed!! Crap! I rather not think abt it juz yet. Let's get august over and done with before anything. Nites to all. &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;P.S. : Surya and Zee, I miss you bebs lots! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7897079-112318729782725679?l=theburnbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/feeds/112318729782725679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7897079&amp;postID=112318729782725679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/112318729782725679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/112318729782725679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/2005/08/y-w-n.html' title='Y A W N !'/><author><name>The Burn Book</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422200421348045664</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-7897079.post-111964236458715407</id><published>2005-06-22T03:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T03:50:11.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's already so hard falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;It's even harder knowing that it is impossible bcos you are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;FAT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:250;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7897079-111964236458715407?l=theburnbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/feeds/111964236458715407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7897079&amp;postID=111964236458715407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/111964236458715407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/111964236458715407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/2005/06/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day.'/><author><name>The Burn Book</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422200421348045664</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-7897079.post-111730406880797269</id><published>2005-05-29T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T02:39:35.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated. To Whoever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Dedicated to the pple I mentioned in the previous entry. One for each of them.&lt;br /&gt;Zee, guess which is for who?? wahuauahuahua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Peterpan - Di Belakangku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Kau peluk aku&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum membunuhku&lt;br /&gt;Tersenyum melihatku&lt;br /&gt;Merenung melihatmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau menungguku&lt;br /&gt;Menunggu ku terjatuh&lt;br /&gt;Setiap langkah tertuju&lt;br /&gt;Setia dalam renungku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Aku menunggumu&lt;br /&gt;Menunggumu&lt;br /&gt;Menunggumu&lt;br /&gt;Mati didepanku&lt;br /&gt;Didepanku&lt;br /&gt;Didepanku&lt;br /&gt;Kaupeluk aku&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum&lt;br /&gt;Membunuhku&lt;br /&gt;Tersenyum melihatku&lt;br /&gt;Merenung melihatmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Peterpan - Di Atas Normal&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pikiranku&lt;br /&gt;tak dapat kumengerti&lt;br /&gt;kaki dikepala&lt;br /&gt;kepala  dikaki&lt;br /&gt;pikiranku&lt;br /&gt;patutnya menyadari&lt;br /&gt;siapa yang harus&lt;br /&gt;dan tak harus  kucari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tetapi tak dapat ku mengerti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sesuatu&lt;br /&gt;yang baru  kusadari&lt;br /&gt;kau tinggalkanku&lt;br /&gt;tanpa sebab yang pasti&lt;br /&gt;sesuatu yang harusnya  terjadi&lt;br /&gt;kau sakiti aku&lt;br /&gt;kau yang harus kubenci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tetapi tak dapat  kumengerti&lt;br /&gt;tetapi tak dapat kumengerti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ku mencari sesuatu yang telah  pergi&lt;br /&gt;ku mencari hati yang kubenci&lt;br /&gt;ku mencari sesuatu yang tak  kembali&lt;br /&gt;ku mencari hati yang kubenci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ku mencari&lt;br /&gt;tetap tak dapat  kutemui&lt;br /&gt;ku mencari hati yang kubenci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok wanna watch CSI. Ok Bah!&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/7897079-111730406880797269?l=theburnbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/feeds/111730406880797269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7897079&amp;postID=111730406880797269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/111730406880797269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/111730406880797269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/2005/05/dedicated-to-whoever.html' title='Dedicated. To Whoever.'/><author><name>The Burn Book</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422200421348045664</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-7897079.post-111730324686428352</id><published>2005-05-27T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T02:22:43.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alast!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Reality has been biting me. I decided to keep it simple. I had neve mentioned abt it before but today is a special day. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I threw all entries in my written journal.&lt;/span&gt; I have stopped writing in it for a long while and the entries are mostly about pple I dun need to reflect abt in any part of my future. Reading it thru once again in the MRT is simply too agonizing. Memories in it are too excruciating to be recollected, thus, they are totally regarded as much irrelevance to my life. Why destroy myself each time after reading it?? It is pointless, self-inflected pain. What's left is in this brain of mine. So nothing else I guess. The computer, photos, diaries have been cleaned out without any remembrance of them ever existing in my non-existence life. Although it may seem childish but isn't it the best way? Keep it simple.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyways Great Singapore Sale is coming up! Shop, shop, shop!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7897079-111730324686428352?l=theburnbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/feeds/111730324686428352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7897079&amp;postID=111730324686428352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/111730324686428352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/111730324686428352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/2005/05/alast.html' title='alast!'/><author><name>The Burn Book</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422200421348045664</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-7897079.post-111697238019168429</id><published>2005-05-25T06:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T02:19:41.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter from Satan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I got this while searching for Islamic stuffs on the net. Check it and u'll think abt it at least twice. Here goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;A Letter from Satan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;I saw you yesterday as you began your daily chores. You awoke without kneeling to pray. As a matter of fact, you didn't even bless your meals, or pray before going to bed last night. You are so unthankful. I like that about you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I cannot tell you how glad I am that you have not changed your way of living. Fool! You are mine. Remember, you and I have been going steady for years, and I still don't love you yet. As a matter of fact, I hate you, because I hate God. I am only using you to get even with God. He kicked me out of heaven, and I'm going to use you as long as possible to pay him back.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You see, Fool, GOD LOVES YOU and HE has great plans in store for you. But you have yielded your life to me and I'm going to make your life a living hell. That way we'll be together twice. This will really hurt God. Thanks to you. I'm really showing Him who's boss in your life. With all of the good times we've had.. We have been watching dirty movies, cursing people out, partying, stealing, lying hypocriting, fornicating, overeating, telling dirty jokes, gossiping, backstabbing people, disrespecting adults and those in leadership position, NO respect for the church, bad attitudes: SURELY you don't want to give all this up.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Come on, Fool, let's burn together forever. I've got some hot plans for us. This is just a letter of appreciation from me to you. I'd like to say "THANKS" for letting me use you for most of your foolish life. You are so gullible. I laugh at you. When you are tempted to sin, you give in. HA HA HA! You make me sick.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sin is beginning to take its toll on your life. You look 20 years older. I need new blood. So go ahead and teach some children how to sin. All you have to do is smoke, drink alcoholic beverages, cheat, gamble, gossip, fornicate, and listen to and dance to the top 10 jams. Do all of this in the presence of children and they will do it too. Kids are like that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, Fool, I have to let you go for now. I'll be back in a couple of seconds to tempt you again. If you were smart, you would run somewhere, confess your sins, live for God with what little bit of life that you have left. It's not my nature to warn anyone, but to be your age and still sinning; it's becoming a bit ridiculous. Don't get me wrong, I still hate you..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;P.S. - And if you really love me, you won't share this letter with anyone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7897079-111697238019168429?l=theburnbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/feeds/111697238019168429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7897079&amp;postID=111697238019168429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/111697238019168429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/111697238019168429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/2005/05/letter-from-satan.html' title='A letter from Satan.'/><author><name>The Burn Book</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422200421348045664</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7897079.post-111497451284144731</id><published>2005-05-12T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T01:57:32.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Finally, updates! It've been a busy busy month of May. I had a new haircut accompanied by a funky hair colour to begin e month with. Had a girly reunion with the lido girls on the 2nd, an OBian girls night on the 4th &amp; 5th followed by another reunion on the 6th &amp;amp; 7th with don only cos liza back out of the trip to JB last minute and a JB trip with the OBian girls juz now.. That was just the first week of May, mind you. Afterwards, it's going to be work, work and more work. Hiazz......&lt;br /&gt;Details coming up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd May marked the reunion of the lido girls. Fara couldn't make it so it was juz diane, van, zee, khai and me. We had dinner at lucky plaza and had non-stop craps all the way to paragon. There, we tooks crazy girls pictures in e toilets n supermarket. It was a lovely evening. Not tiring for me though cos khai and zee sent me home afterwards. So comfortable, driven home in a car compared to diane &amp; vee who have to take an 1/2hr bus home. Heh! But I still lup you girls okay! There'll be another outing soon, i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;US&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b351a0498493', 10);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5db23b3127cce913f94a44f8400000036108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;:: &lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/osi.jsp?i=EeAOGLRw3ctWrCYg" target="_blank"&gt;click here for more photos&lt;/a&gt; ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On the 4th, I did full shift at lido and went over to Nana's place after closing. I'm juz glad i decided to go over cos i believed if i were to go home instead, i would felt a lot worse. But anyways, got lost in tampines cos e unskilled van uncle have no idea where he was going. Heard that he couldn't be a taxi driver cos his inability to understand e roads of Spore. But wateva to him. Once there, I complaint on my fate to e girls (m@csim, lina n of cos, nana), had my supper bought by e girls, and gossiped our way thru e wee morning. Heh! wat's new?! The next day, i left early to head home cos of an appointment made wif JH to go to e gym. It seems that day after day, i'm wasting my money there. Anyways, meet e girls again at PS after gym, had dinner, shop awhile and once again, gossiped our way thru the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JB trip on the 6th-7th was quiet relaxing. Me, don and liza made plans to stay over at JB cos don was able to get a room at the Eden Garden Hotel at onli $50. It was her treat anyways. But sadly, liza can't make it so don and me went ahead over e causeway anyways. Had lunch in e hotel room with foods from stulang. Yum Yum. Afterwards, it was juz a lazy lazy evening in e hotel room, watching tv. Had supper at Stulang again n went back to sleep over it. Hah! It was really a mind-relaxing, weight-gaining getaway. We took many pictures in e hotel room cos we were juz lazing ard wif nothing much to do. Photos will be uploaded soon. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the OBian girls headed out to JB for a light shopping and heavy eating trip. Yesterday, macsim stayed over so that we could meet earlier but alast, we meet at 4pm. Me, macsim n nana overslept. Poor rafidah. She had to call us over n over again to force our asses up. It was all good then but it would had been betta if that customer at work didn't lodge a complain on me. It wasn't my fault in e first place. She ordered a latte from wan joy and when i took over to cash out her order, she wanted to add a sweet n low in her latte so there was a confusion in e drink order. So wan joy remarked loudly infront of her, "gatal sak". Apparently, she was a malay customer. So i tried to cover his ass and said gatal lah cos i was scratching my ass off due to e mosquito bites from e office. So i guessed she misunderstood. I should have issued a service recovery coupon to her but I told she realized that wan joy was refering to me instead. But i guess she didn't cos it's now turned into some big hu-ha complain. Argh! Anyways back in spore now. Sure "kena" f*** by mum tomorrow cos i skipped religious class tonight again. For e 3rd time. Hiazzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways gotta sleep now. Tomolo opening at PS. Won't wan to be late again!&lt;br /&gt;Ok bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7897079-111497451284144731?l=theburnbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/feeds/111497451284144731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7897079&amp;postID=111497451284144731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/111497451284144731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/111497451284144731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/2005/05/updates.html' title='Updates!'/><author><name>The Burn Book</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422200421348045664</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-7897079.post-111403256511127401</id><published>2005-04-21T05:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T05:29:25.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a brand new start</title><content type='html'>Woohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7897079-111403256511127401?l=theburnbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/feeds/111403256511127401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7897079&amp;postID=111403256511127401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/111403256511127401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/111403256511127401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/2005/04/brand-new-start.html' title='a brand new start'/><author><name>The Burn Book</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422200421348045664</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-7897079.post-111368280792821445</id><published>2005-04-15T03:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T05:28:53.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.long overdue.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It took me a month before I am able to update this blog on the trip to Bangkok. It had been work, work, work after Bangkok. Gotta save for Bali. Yey! That's next on the list. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyways, it was actually a tiring trip bcos we were rushing to get to places. You have no no idea the irritation we caused each other. Here goes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was lost on my first day. We went on different flights bcos I gotta work on the 17th so M@csim and Isq went ahead. We agreed to meet at Khao San on the 18th. Anyways alone from Spore to Bangkok, I was realli feeling like a lone traveller, juz like the way mat sallehs like to travel. Upon landing, I took the airport bus(which took me 2 freaking hrs), met a university professor who juz got back from Chiangmai for a conference and reached Khao San, feeling ever so relieved. The moment I stepped into the area, tourists of all types was flocking the streets, bargaining their brains out for merely 20baht lesser. I controlled my k.po wandering eyes and look out for a phone. That's when all the shitness starts. I should have juz wandered more before putting myself in that dilemna. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;I got to an internet phone servicer and called M@csim and Isq for millions of times but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The subscriber mobile phone is currently unavailable."&lt;/span&gt; I was freaking out but calmed myself and walked looking for them at Starbucks, everywhere for the next 2 hell-burning hours. I even had time to grab a meal at Burger King before continuing tracking them down. Lucky me though! While making my way out of Khao San, I bumped into M@csim. Phew! Without hesitation, we went back to the hotel, changed and went straight back to Khao San for some light shopping. It was like I wasn't traumatised at all. I was, of cos. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;The next few days was shopping, walking, shopping, more walking, more shopping, much more walking and much shopping. Surprisingly, we didn't eat as much as we thought we would bcos we were too busy shopping! Anyways, enjoy the photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;:: &lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/osi.jsp?i=EeAOGLRw3ctWrq4" target="_blank"&gt;click here for photos&lt;/a&gt; ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7897079-111368280792821445?l=theburnbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/feeds/111368280792821445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7897079&amp;postID=111368280792821445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/111368280792821445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/111368280792821445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/2005/04/long-overdue.html' title='.long overdue.'/><author><name>The Burn Book</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422200421348045664</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-7897079.post-110979429012423184</id><published>2005-03-03T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T04:18:41.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>W.O.W. -Tioman- Fantabulous!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The tioman trip was fantabulous. It still suprises me how 11 people with extreme different personality can compromise with each other for 3 days in a foreign land. 11 partners, each with their own strong personalities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;11 partners - Me, M@csim, Bobby, Lina, Kelvin, Nazri, Qian Shu, Hafiz, C-Mac, Isq &amp; Wan Joy. We had fun together; snorkelling, trekking, etc. A little summary...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The day started early for each one of us. We met each other at Causeway Departure Hall @ 7.30pm, arriving at Larkin on time for our bus to Mersing. We hopped on a 11.30am ferry n arrived at Tioman at abt 1.30pm. Without any hesitation, we went into our rooms, changed n headed to e beach. We played beach soccer, water games, snorkel a little n that sums up our afternoon. We had camp fire by e beach that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We were motivated to wake up early but no one did except for Lina. By e time we woke up, she had already eaten a plate of omelette, some toasts n sausages. By 2.30pm, we were on a speed boat to e next village - Panuba. We snorkelled for hours before packing up for our trek to Air Batang Village. Uphills, downhills n we made it to e otherside. There, we had e best Ice Kacang ever. It's dirt cheap n tasted very very nice. Heh! We got back to e chalet @ 7pm. After dinner, e guys decided to do a music video n to cut things short, it was more of soft porn than a music video. That sums up day 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nothing much. Had breakfast, waited an hour for e boat, had lunch, took a bus home. The End. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So here goes. Photos again. *Wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[[Photos]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Excited Crew ~ On e bus to Mersing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: verdana;" alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc04b3127cce90260fd141e400000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="displayReady=1" border="0" vspace="6" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: verdana;" alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc04b3127cce90260c05809900000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="displayReady=1" border="0" vspace="6" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: verdana;" alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc04b3127cce90260c0201ae00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="displayReady=1" border="0" vspace="6" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Us again ~ On e Ferry to Tioman!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: verdana;" alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc04b3127cce90260d89c08d00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="displayReady=1" border="0" vspace="6" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: verdana;" alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc04b3127cce9026035ec05d00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="displayReady=1" border="0" vspace="6" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: verdana;" alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc04b3127cce9026031ac01900000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="displayReady=1" border="0" vspace="6" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Our 1st Meal on e Island.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: verdana;" alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc04b3127cce902601f641c400000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="displayReady=1" border="0" vspace="6" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: verdana;" alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc04b3127cce90261a14808300000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="displayReady=1" border="0" vspace="6" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Scenery from e Restaurant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: verdana;" alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc04b3127cce902607d4c0d500000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="displayReady=1" border="0" vspace="6" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;End of Day 1 Beach Activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: verdana;" alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc04b3127cce90261a2a80bd00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="displayReady=1" border="0" vspace="6" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: verdana;" alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc04b3127cce90261a0a809d00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="displayReady=1" border="0" vspace="6" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dinnertime~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: verdana;" alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc04b3127cce90261ec0805500000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="displayReady=1" border="0" vspace="6" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: verdana;" alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc04b3127cce90261d76414a00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="displayReady=1" border="0" vspace="6" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Our Ikan Bakar Chef&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b32f817084a5', 25);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc04b3127cce90261cf7806300000026118AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="480" vspace="4" width="321" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Our Half Done Ikan Bakar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: verdana;" alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc04b3127cce90261da0419c00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="displayReady=1" border="0" vspace="6" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Camp Fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: verdana;" alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc04b3127cce902613e541de00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="displayReady=1" border="0" vspace="6" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: verdana;" alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc04b3127cce902613c941f200000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="displayReady=1" border="0" vspace="6" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Our Last Meal on e Sunny Island.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: verdana;" alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc04b3127cce902616ae803f00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="displayReady=1" border="0" vspace="6" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Back Home Now.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: verdana;" alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc04b3127cce90262a1301ac00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="displayReady=1" border="0" vspace="6" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: verdana;" alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc04b3127cce90262b25410200000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="displayReady=1" border="0" vspace="6" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: verdana;" alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc04b3127cce90262820019e00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="displayReady=1" border="0" vspace="6" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: verdana;" alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc04b3127cce902629ca41ec00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="displayReady=1" border="0" vspace="6" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: verdana;" alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc04b3127cce90262f3ec02b00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="displayReady=1" border="0" vspace="6" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: verdana;" alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc04b3127cce90262fa7418200000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="displayReady=1" border="0" vspace="6" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: verdana;" alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc04b3127cce90262f9d41b800000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="displayReady=1" border="0" vspace="6" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sceneries of Tioman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b32f817084a5', 37);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc04b3127cce9026119241a800000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b32f817084a5', 40);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc04b3127cce9026170ec00700000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b32f817084a5', 42);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc04b3127cce9026146c01cc00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That sums up the whole trip. Next Up in March - Bangkok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7897079-110979429012423184?l=theburnbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/feeds/110979429012423184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7897079&amp;postID=110979429012423184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/110979429012423184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/110979429012423184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/2005/03/wow-tioman-fantabulous.html' title='W.O.W. -Tioman- Fantabulous!'/><author><name>The Burn Book</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422200421348045664</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7897079.post-110937189301309470</id><published>2005-02-15T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T01:23:02.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Sigh*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Misteri Illahi by Ari Lasso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku masih disini&lt;br /&gt;Mendekap hampa di hati&lt;br /&gt;Yang hingga kini menghantui&lt;br /&gt;Tentang arti hidup ini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktu terus berputar&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa bisa menawar&lt;br /&gt;Manisnya segala sanjung puji&lt;br /&gt;Menjadi pahit caci maki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segala yang terjadi dalam hidupku ini&lt;br /&gt;Adalah sebuah misteri illahi&lt;br /&gt;Perihnya cobaan hanya ujian kehidupan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lelah kaki melangkah&lt;br /&gt;Tersesat tiada arah&lt;br /&gt;Suara hati semakin lemah&lt;br /&gt;Terkikis oleh amarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesaat aku tersentak&lt;br /&gt;Ingin rasanya ku teriak&lt;br /&gt;Masihkah ada cinta tersisa&lt;br /&gt;Untuk jiwa yang terlunta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ada Apa Denganmu by Peter Pan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudah, maafkan, aku segala salahku&lt;br /&gt;Dan bila kau tetap bisu, ungkapkan salahmu&lt;br /&gt;Dan aku sifatku Dan aku khilafku&lt;br /&gt;Dan aku cintaku Dan aku rinduku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kutanya malam,&lt;br /&gt;Dapatkah kau lihatnya perbedaan&lt;br /&gt;Yang tak terungkapkan&lt;br /&gt;Tapi mengapa, kau tak berubah&lt;br /&gt;Ada apa denganmu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, hanya malam&lt;br /&gt;Dapat meleburkan segala rasa&lt;br /&gt;Yang tak terungkapkan&lt;br /&gt;Tapi mengapa, kau tak berubah&lt;br /&gt;Ada apa denganmu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudah lupakan semua segala berubah&lt;br /&gt;Dan kita terlupa.. Dan kita terluka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mungkin Nanti by Peter Pan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saatnya ku berkata mungkin yang terakhir kalinya&lt;br /&gt;Sudahlah lepaskan semua  kuyakin inilah waktunya&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin saja kau bukan yang dulu lagi&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin  saja rasa itu telah pergi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan mungkin bila nanti kita kan bertemu lagi&lt;br /&gt;Satu pintaku jangan kau coba tanyakan kembali&lt;br /&gt;Rasa yang kutinggal mati&lt;br /&gt;Seperti hari kemarin saat semua disini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan bila hatimu termenung  bangun dari mimpi2mu&lt;br /&gt;Membuka hatimu yang dulu cerita saat bersamaku&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin saja kau bukan yang dulu lagi&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin saja rasa itu telah pergi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan mungkin bila nanti kita kan bertemu lagi&lt;br /&gt;Satu pintaku jangan kau  coba tanyakan kembali&lt;br /&gt;Rasa yang kutinggal mati&lt;br /&gt;Seperti hari kemarin saat  semua disini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak usah kau tanyakan lagi simpan untukmu sendiri&lt;br /&gt;Semua  sesal yang kau cari semua rasa yang kau beri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You Will Never Know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You will never know how every time we are together I want to beg you to stay....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You will never know how it feels to hold in all I feel for you and to know I can never tell you, for fear of destroying what we have together....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You will never know how I ache to have you near...&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; You will never know how my heart cries out for you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You will never know that the love you have been searching for is right in front of you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For to you I am just a friend and nothing more....&lt;br /&gt; So, once again I say you will never know just what you mean to me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Because I will never be able to tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pupus by Dewa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak mengerti apa yang kurasa,&lt;br /&gt;Rindu yang tak pernah begitu hebatnya&lt;br /&gt;Aku mencintaimu lebih dari yang kau tahu&lt;br /&gt;Meski kau tak akan pernah tahu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku persembahkan hidupku untukmu,&lt;br /&gt;Telah kurelakan hatiku padamu,&lt;br /&gt;Namun kau masih bisu diam seribu bahasa&lt;br /&gt;Dan hati kecilku bicara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baru kusadari&lt;br /&gt;Cintaku bertepuk sebelah tangan&lt;br /&gt;Kau buat remuk seluruh hatiku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga waktu akan mengilhami sisi hatimu yang beku,&lt;br /&gt;Semoga akan datang keajaiban, hingga akhirnya kaupun mau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku mencintaimu&lt;br /&gt;Lebih dari yang kau tahu&lt;br /&gt;Meski kau tak kan pernah tahu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7897079-110937189301309470?l=theburnbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/feeds/110937189301309470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7897079&amp;postID=110937189301309470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/110937189301309470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/110937189301309470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/2005/02/sigh_15.html' title='*Sigh*'/><author><name>The Burn Book</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422200421348045664</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-7897079.post-110936843140404048</id><published>2005-02-13T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T03:34:09.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girlfriend's Bday. Zee's 20th Bday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, the plan didn't went as planned but we did have our own fun though. With each increasing growling noises in our stomach, we managed to cook up a feast. We did tuna spaghetti/pasta, mushroom soup, hot dogs and fondue. It was filling although we didn't managed to cook e pastas in e first place. Wateva it is, I hope she love it. Comments pls, zee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok ok. Pictures speaks louder than words. Here goes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[[Photos]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bday Girl - Zee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b32f81448491', 5);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc04b3127cce9026f40e01de00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b32f81448491', 2);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc04b3127cce9026f7acc0d500000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b32f81448491', 0);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc04b3127cce9026f7a2c0db00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Boyfriend - Asst. Chef&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b32f81448491', 6);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc04b3127cce9026f40d80ed00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="480" vspace="4" width="321" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Chef - Yeah Yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b32f81448491', 17);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc04b3127cce9026f487806700000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Busy busy busy busy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b32f81448491', 8);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc04b3127cce9026f4e8013800000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b32f81448491', 9);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc04b3127cce9026f4e9800900000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b32f81448491', 7);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc04b3127cce9026f4e2013200000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b32f81448491', 10);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc04b3127cce9026f4d6010600000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tada~!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b32f81448491', 1);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc04b3127cce9026f7ad41e400000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b32f81448491', 12);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc04b3127cce9026f4cb802b00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b32f81448491', 16);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc04b3127cce9026f4ad804d00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b32f81448491', 11);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc04b3127cce9026f4c5802500000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Very much tired but satisfied....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b32f81448491', 18);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc04b3127cce9026f483806300000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b32f81448491', 14);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc04b3127cce9026f4a4017400000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~THE END~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7897079-110936843140404048?l=theburnbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/feeds/110936843140404048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7897079&amp;postID=110936843140404048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/110936843140404048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/110936843140404048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/2005/02/girlfriends-bday-zees-20th-bday.html' title='Girlfriend&apos;s Bday. Zee&apos;s 20th Bday.'/><author><name>The Burn Book</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422200421348045664</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-7897079.post-110805688640265354</id><published>2005-02-10T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T02:11:22.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Omigod Fuckin Shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've been having stomach flu for the past 2 days, eating charcoal pills (yucks) n, as carefully (ya rite) as I can, eat real food. But this stomach of mine wouldn't burge after e medication. I'm still going to e toilet n peeing shit thru my ass. Imagine that! The damn doctors are not opened til morning n 24hrs doctors are too bloody expensive. Wat a way to begin a week. I shall blame it on e unprotected "tanning" whilst sleeping on a hot Tuesday mornin, with no sun block, no sleep e previous night n drinking insufficient water. Tuesday was a long n draggy day for me, Zee, Bonz n Hirsha (all e way from KL) but we had our own naughty fun on e beach. It was our first time at Tanjong Beach n it was way way awesome! They made it to e tiny island across, swimming their asses off cos there was no bridge. Whilst they r having their fun on e other island by themselves, I was sleeping my ass off under e hot sun. I was dehydrated but luckily I was sun-burned. Well next stop will b tioman so there's no need for sentosa til den! Hah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;P.S.: Zee, if u r reading this, pass me e rest of e photos in Bonz' camera n I'll upload it k n n n do inform Hirsha abt my blog! Lup ya!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;[[Photos]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b32e403b656a', 1);" lpos="" lid="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc31b3127cce9070b034231a00000016108AcMWjhu5atS"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc31b3127cce9070b034231a00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="480" vspace="4" width="321" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~US~&lt;br /&gt;Above &amp; Below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b32e403b656a', 2);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc31b3127cce9070b04ba25500000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="480" vspace="4" width="321" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b32e403b656a', 4);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc31b3127cce9070b623230e00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Best Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b32e403b656a', 7);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc31b3127cce9070b6e723ca00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="480" vspace="4" width="321" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy People&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b32e403b656a', 8);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc31b3127cce9070b411a20d00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Girl Lost in Sentosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b32e403b656a', 11);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5dc31b3127cce9070ca22a20100000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7897079-110805688640265354?l=theburnbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/feeds/110805688640265354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7897079&amp;postID=110805688640265354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/110805688640265354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/110805688640265354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/2005/02/omigod-fuckin-shit.html' title='Omigod Fuckin Shit'/><author><name>The Burn Book</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422200421348045664</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-7897079.post-110710483396155052</id><published>2005-01-31T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T00:07:17.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~OB Chalet~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, this mth was a busy busy mth. First was e last minute trip to KL den followed up by e long-awaited OB chalet. So basically i only rested on hari raya haji. I'm glad though cos it takes my mind off stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Chalet was a blast in a different way. We didn't do any outdoor activities actually. We juz slack all day long in e chalet. Played mahjong, PS2, twister, poker(wat's new) n charades(i think dat's how u spell it). It was quite an eye-opener for me cos for e first time, almost everyone got drunk on e 1st night itself. Brutal!! Basically, there were puke almost everywhere. Some went on a diving expedition on e bed, others went on a truth confession, and few who should juz need to keep their mouths shut. But it was a experience though. I hav learnt to tend to drunks. Me n M@csim was e paramedic for e night, running everywhere for anything n everything. One word - KECOH! N all that was juz e 1st night. The 2nd night was betta though. No one got drunk. We had our awards night n, last but not least, sabo-ed Gen. Hers was e worst of all our pranks, wif curry, mango frap n whipped cream. E smell was, eeeeeee yucks, unbearable. Before that Qianshu got sabo-ed too. They grabbed him n wrote mao zhi dong on his butt checks. It was hairy. Wahuahuahua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyways here's e list of e award winners n their prizes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-The Serious Awards-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Best Frap - Aidil - Not sure, he wasn't there to open it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Best BE/BS - Sam - Shot Glasses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Best POS - Iryani - POS Receipt Rolls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Best Busser - Faizal - Bussing Cloths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Best MOD - Wanz - Bank Deposit Bags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Best Cleaner - Isq - Mop Head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Legendary Service Award - Wanz - Not sure, heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Most Improved Partner - Regina - Bangkok Starbucks City Mug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Best Overall Partner - Azhar - Bangkok Starbucks Localized Design Mug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-The Crappy Awards-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bachelor 2004 - Bobby &amp; Hafiz Berg - Starbucks For-Here Cups with Inscriptions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bachelorette 2004 - Lina - Same as above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mr Personality - Azhar - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Same as above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;" face="verdana" class="friendname"&gt;Ms Personality - M@csim &amp; Lina - Same as above.&lt;br /&gt;Best Smile - Hafiz Berg - Lollipops.&lt;br /&gt;Best Hair - M@csim (D'oh!) - A Wig!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OB Most Full-of-Shit - Wanz (who else?!) - A Can of Beer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mr/Ms Cranky - ME!! (wahuahuahuahua) - A Food Tong n a Tampon???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So as u guys can see, e prizes are all budget gifts. But for e fun of it, y not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dats abt it. Next up, tioman trip. 18-20th Feb 2005. Yey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[[Photos]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Twister!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b3256528c415', 0);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df11b3127cce9f24e3c6964700000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b3256528c415', 0);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df11b3127cce9f24e325179400000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b3256528c415', 2);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df11b3127cce9f24e30d17bc00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And so e drinking session starts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b3256528c415', 3);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df11b3127cce9f24e304968500000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b3256528c415', 5);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df11b3127cce9f24e459d64300000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b3256528c415', 6);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df11b3127cce9f24e409d61300000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b3256528c415', 8);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df11b3127cce9f24fb6b17d600000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b3256528c415', 9);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df11b3127cce9f24fb90961d00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Drunkard Lina &amp; Ever Sober M@csim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b3256528c415', 10);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df11b3127cce9f24fbb5170800000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Awards Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b3256528c415', 11);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df11b3127cce9f24fa4ed65b00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bachalorette 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b3256528c415', 15);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df11b3127cce9f24fc72575400000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="480" vspace="4" width="321" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bachelors 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b3256528c415', 16);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df11b3127cce9f24f89457b000000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ms Personality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b3256528c415', 17);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df11b3127cce9f24fc54577200000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The rest of e winners..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b3256528c415', 18);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df11b3127cce9f24fedd57fa00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Prize Opening..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b3256528c415', 20);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df11b3127cce9f24fc71d66700000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b3256528c415', 21);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df11b3127cce9f24f3ce964700000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Sabo-ed!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b3256528c415', 22);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df11b3127cce9f24f3c7177e00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Closing Touch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b3256528c415', 23);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df11b3127cce9f24f3d1176800000046108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7897079-110710483396155052?l=theburnbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/feeds/110710483396155052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7897079&amp;postID=110710483396155052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/110710483396155052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/110710483396155052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/2005/01/ob-chalet.html' title='~OB Chalet~'/><author><name>The Burn Book</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422200421348045664</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7897079.post-110616609722360534</id><published>2005-01-20T03:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T02:11:59.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Short Trip. Indeed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div face="verdana" style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A last minute decision. A short break i thought. It was actually mentally exhausting, to have to walk thru a memory lane. A lane filled with too many memories: sweet, unforgetable n some, neve want to be experienced again. There, my first trip with e SB-VPians, where they thought i got lost when i was actually sleepin in our hotel room. My first trip with e LidoGang, where Murni got lost at KLCC, found n den went for a 3hr manicure. Now, my first trip with e SB-OBians. It's strange how much I have know that place although I have been there for only 4 times. Everything seems to be too familiar. "Orh this place, i've been here, blah blah blah."&lt;br /&gt;Shopping wasn't that great either since many have learnt of its existance. Bought a locally designed t-shirt n a few dvds n nothin else. How pathetic. Have decided not to step into KL unless am able to afford luxury travelling. A 5-star hotels with roof-top/indoor swimming pool, driven ard in a luxury car, shopping at KLCC, meals at restaurant instead of burger ramli everyday n lastly to go up that oftenly-intended-but-never-bother-to-do-so Petronas Twin Tower. Well, at least this trip made me realize how boring KL have turned into. Bangkok here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[Photos]]&lt;br /&gt;N so the journey begins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df38b3127cce9e92cf9a8a9d00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="displayReady=1" border="0" vspace="6" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df38b3127cce9e92cfb88abf00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="displayReady=1" border="0" vspace="6" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from Tampin to Kuala Lumpur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df38b3127cce9e92ce5ecac100000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="displayReady=1" border="0" vspace="6" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df38b3127cce9e92c9a00b9400000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="displayReady=1" border="0" vspace="6" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the company of each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df38b3127cce9e92ce44cadb00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="displayReady=1" border="0" vspace="6" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Us in the comfort of our own bunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df38b3127cce9e92c56b8a6900000006108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="displayReady=1" border="0" vspace="6" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df38b3127cce9e92c47c4bd600000006108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="displayReady=1" border="0" vspace="6" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df38b3127cce9e92c5f40bc600000006108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="displayReady=1" border="0" vspace="6" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df38b3127cce9e92c4c44b6e00000006108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="displayReady=1" border="0" vspace="6" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df38b3127cce9e92d86dcaf900000006108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="displayReady=1" border="0" vspace="6" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Upon Arrival in KL Central Station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df38b3127cce9e92da98ca0d00000006108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="displayReady=1" border="0" vspace="6" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A must-have in KL, A&amp;W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df38b3127cce9e92de194bbe00000006108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="displayReady=1" border="0" vspace="6" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df38b3127cce9e92dd700b4e00000006108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="displayReady=1" border="0" vspace="6" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd tallest building in e world, e so ever well-known-but-I-dun-give-a-shit-to-it-cos-it-served-no-purpose Petronas Twin Tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df38b3127cce9e92d5aa0b9000000006108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="displayReady=1" border="0" vspace="6" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water Fountain that came with it.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df38b3127cce9e92d4b1ca2300000006108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="displayReady=1" border="0" vspace="6" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That wrapped it all up. Til we meet again people in KL. The End.&lt;br /&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/7897079-110616609722360534?l=theburnbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/feeds/110616609722360534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7897079&amp;postID=110616609722360534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/110616609722360534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/110616609722360534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/2005/01/short-trip-indeed.html' title='A Short Trip. Indeed.'/><author><name>The Burn Book</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422200421348045664</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-7897079.post-110530838949143564</id><published>2005-01-10T05:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T06:15:51.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherios.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Blurgh!! Was very late for meeting today. It was held at the new office @ GB Building. Nice place i shall say. Today meeting was a heartfelt one. We had an open forum n partners said bits of their thoughts. It was a effective meeting I shall say. Anyways this is the first time all was present, except for our dearest Ms Nana Scissorshands who was working at the moment of time. Everybody went on their seperate ways after the meeting cos some of us needs to get back to work. Boohoo! But work today wasn't bad at all anyways......&lt;br /&gt;Cherish it while it lasts......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b33f4a4bc467', 1);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df28b3127cce9e570131a23f00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~The Orchard Building Family 09th January 2005~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7897079-110530838949143564?l=theburnbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/feeds/110530838949143564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7897079&amp;postID=110530838949143564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/110530838949143564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/110530838949143564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/2005/01/cherios.html' title='Cherios.'/><author><name>The Burn Book</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422200421348045664</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-7897079.post-110530907411918094</id><published>2005-01-09T06:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T07:01:06.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.Dedicated to My Girlfriends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dedicated to my girls - Surya &amp; Zee. I wanna holla to the world on how much I love them bery muchie n that they are always on 24hr standby "huggie" mode, makes me love them even more. Today was Shidah's Day by Zee. Reasons why I love her is so obvious! Went out yesterday with her n her dearest Bonz after a long day at work. Although I was tired, I had hella great time cos Bonz wasn't allowed to "press" on anything n everything i said or do cos it was Shidah's Day! Yeah for me!! Boohoo for Bonz!! We walk ard after having dinner n went home. But before heading home, Zee gave me a huge huggie which adds on why I love her even more. Anyways Surya was a dearie too. Although she was with her berg, she came down juz to give me a hug. What a sweetie! That's all i need to slow my mind. I love them many many. So today is a happy happy day for me. Lookin forward to more Shidah's Day! Cherios!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;THE GIRLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b33f4b7984cd', 5);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5df28b3127cce9e574ba523be00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp; Surya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc05b3127cce9d97f6682b6e00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="displayReady=1" border="0" vspace="6" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Zee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7897079-110530907411918094?l=theburnbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/feeds/110530907411918094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7897079&amp;postID=110530907411918094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/110530907411918094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/110530907411918094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/2005/01/dedicated-to-my-girlfriends.html' title='.Dedicated to My Girlfriends.'/><author><name>The Burn Book</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422200421348045664</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7897079.post-110357619957301976</id><published>2004-12-21T05:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T00:50:47.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Short Getaway to JB.Awesome.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, we went JB 5 days ago but I didn't have time to blog. But wateva abt me. Here e story. We planned a short trip to JB, all of us. Me n M@csim went over first n stayed over at Isq's house after my closing at TY. E rest joined us e next day. So me n M@csim made our way to woodlands checkpoint by company cab. But it wasn't a smooth one though. On e way to e checkpoint in Abg Jamil's van, one of his tyres exploded. Got torn realli bad. Simply Hilarious!! M@csim took some pictures of it but i forget to upload it but ya wateva. Den we reached e checkpoint n realize that we hav to walk across e causeway cos there weren't any bus anymore. We were tired due to closing that we offered a bus driver money n he ferried us all e way to e other end. hah! Once in JB, we meet up wif Isq n we headed to his grandma's crib. His place was awesome. Damn awesome. We went n hav dinner n all n came back tired. Slept til 2pm next day when we supposed to meet e guys at 1pm at Starbucks City Square. Hah! Standard janji melayu. Anyway we went shopping, eat n head back to Isq's place, where Bobby n Aidil joined us. Did e normal stuffs. Told ghost stories, tape-rape faizal (at last. but he was damn violent sak!), had supper n watch Do Re Mi. Sad for me, I was sick so I slept first in one of rooms. I dunnoe wat happened next but e next day, we all have to rush cos we woke up late. Me n Bobby got to work dat day. Boringsssss. So basically I'm posting e pictures cos they tell a betta story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Starbucks City Square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b3393dd245f4', 3);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc01b3127cce9ded989c88cb00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b3393dd245f4', 5);" lid="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc01b3127cce9ded9e8188d500000016108AcMWjhu5atS" lpos=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc01b3127cce9ded9e8188d500000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In some alley. But it was cool there. So we step posing there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b3393dd245f4', 6);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc01b3127cce9ded9f6bc8a700000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b3393dd245f4', 7);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc01b3127cce9ded9f23c8ef00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b3393dd245f4', 9);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc01b3127cce9ded9260090200000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b3393dd245f4', 10);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc01b3127cce9ded9dd1492c00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This alley lead us to a cool vintage shop which has a jamming room up at e 2nd level. So M@csim, as usual, went to venture in n took a picture wif e band jamming..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b3393dd245f4', 11);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc01b3127cce9ded9246092400000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b3393dd245f4', 12);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc01b3127cce9ded92ce09ac00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Back at Isq's place..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b3393dd245f4', 16);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc01b3127cce9ded901c884f00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b3393dd245f4', 17);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc01b3127cce9ded9160c8ab00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b3393dd245f4', 23);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc01b3127cce9ded942e887f00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="480" vspace="4" width="321" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whilst having supper..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b3393dd245f4', 25);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc01b3127cce9ded95eec82700000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b3393dd245f4', 26);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc01b3127cce9ded950949f000000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b3393dd245f4', 27);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc01b3127cce9dedaa26095800000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b3393dd245f4', 28);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc01b3127cce9dedaa0d884300000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One Word. AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7897079-110357619957301976?l=theburnbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/feeds/110357619957301976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7897079&amp;postID=110357619957301976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/110357619957301976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/110357619957301976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/2004/12/short-getaway-to-jbawesome.html' title='A Short Getaway to JB.Awesome.'/><author><name>The Burn Book</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422200421348045664</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-7897079.post-110357507029820750</id><published>2004-12-19T05:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T06:09:41.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Dinner.One Word.Fantastic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fantastic Night I shall say. Went to Gen's crib n create a hella of a mess there. Hah! We went over wif our prezzie n had dinner. Ordered Canadian Pizza n Gen cooked her speciality tuna spaghetti. Yum Yum!! Everyone was very mesmerized by her house. Now they wanna their houses to look like hers. Wahuhauhaua~! Anyway we have our usual chaos-ness n of cos, tape rape! We did Nazz, Isq n Hafiz dat night. Shiok Man! Sweet Revenge I shall say. We did a gift exchange n as usual, some pple steals something from their mum's collection of "berkat"s from weddings n exchange them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There's e list of prezzie exchange. Some of them are realli pathetic, i shall say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1) Gen - Washing Machine Clock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nice alarm clock with washing machine sounds when it get alarmed(heh?!). Would b prefect for me. But den again everything nice would b prefect for me. Esliza got it n she was pleased.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2) Bobby - Sex Instructer Lighter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Not so nice for me. Hah! Went shopping wif him for this. Insist that he get e 69 one but he refuse cos he didn't wan e recipiant to have a nicer lighter. Weird. Hah! M@csim got it. No excitement there cos she went n got it wif bobby too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3) Me - A Remote Control Car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kewl lah!! Everyone was eyeing for it. Deprive childhood i guess. It's an evo 8 if I'm not mistaken. Firdaus got it n he seemed excited abt it, i think. Hah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4) M@csim - A Candle n Spongebob Tissue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Weird prezzie n worst, I'm e one who got it. Cheh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5) Lina - $5 HMV Voucher n a Demitasse Cup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hilarious. She juz took a demitasse cup from work n wrap it. Whacked sak. Sam got it n she got upset. Whuahuahuah. She saw her wrapping it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6) Isq - Watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nice watch n Azhar got it. He liked it but I think his G-Shock is so so so much betta. Hah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7) Esliza - A Body Shop Gift Pack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nice. Didn't get to see it properly but Shahidah got it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8) Shahidah - A Kitty Diary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Something she got from Japan. Don Juan got it. Wonder wat he's gonna do wif it? hmmmmmmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9) Azhar - A cute glass with a cover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Very cute. I loike it. But Lina got it though. Compare that wif e demitasse cup!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10) Sam - $10 Voucher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's e lightest gift ever n Nazz got it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;11) Nazz - Fifa 2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bobby was so upset when he got it. It loike so bad dated n he's there when Nazz wrapped it. Whauhauhauhau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;12) Don Juan - Nike Socks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gen got it. Nike socks with matches her Nike shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;13) Firdaus - A Watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nice watch. Stylo. Very vouge. Hafiz got it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;14) Hafiz - A Belt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Isq got e belt n Bobby got even more upset cos he realli wanted a belt for so so so long. Too bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok am tired of typing. Will post pictures now. Omigod n onli god knows how much these pple like to take pictures. They pushed, dragged, slam each other juz to b part of e picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b3393c7384fd', 0);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc38b3127cce9de1d3d10d1800000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b3393c7384fd', 2);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc38b3127cce9de1d067cc0700000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b3393c7384fd', 3);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc38b3127cce9de1d3bc8c4500000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b3393c7384fd', 4);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc38b3127cce9de1d6014d5200000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She look like one of e hawker uncle but not e cook though. She's juz scoping some gravy for her spagetti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b3393c7384fd', 7);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc38b3127cce9de1d6c0cca300000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here's e real cook...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b3393c7384fd', 10);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc38b3127cce9de1d45e4d0c00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b3393c7384fd', 11);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc38b3127cce9de1d52e0de400000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b3393c7384fd', 12);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc38b3127cce9de1d5c78c3d00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b3393c7384fd', 13);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc38b3127cce9de1ea32cc4f00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b3393c7384fd', 16);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc38b3127cce9de1ebda8c3f00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I swear e onli thing different is e content of e table or else it looks like a mafia poker place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b3393c7384fd', 18);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc38b3127cce9de1ebde8c3b00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="480" vspace="4" width="321" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b3393c7384fd', 19);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc38b3127cce9de1ebcb0d1e00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="480" vspace="4" width="321" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh yes. E ever disgusting forfeit. We lost in Charades n they forced us to eat it. They put cat biscuits n even colgate in it. Sick pple. Realli sick pple. Hah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b3393c7384fd', 20);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc38b3127cce9de1e817cc6b00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b3393c7384fd', 21);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc38b3127cce9de1e801cc7d00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E last 2 photos of partial store. E first is wif e guys @ e back n e second wif them in front.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Word. Fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7897079-110357507029820750?l=theburnbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/feeds/110357507029820750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7897079&amp;postID=110357507029820750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/110357507029820750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/110357507029820750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas-dinnerone-wordfantastic.html' title='Christmas Dinner.One Word.Fantastic.'/><author><name>The Burn Book</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422200421348045664</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-7897079.post-110253875689858219</id><published>2004-12-09T05:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T06:13:33.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Starbucks Orchard Building - The Dons*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today was whacked! Today is e event - Starbucks Open House n SB-OB rocked e world! Instead of wearing red christmas t-shirts like e other stores (*boringsss!!), we (mostly) wore black long sleeved Shirts! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We got inspired by our dearest M@csim who insisted that we must look different on that day. The Dons~! The Mafia Family. What can I say? SB-OB are well known for its notorious partners n managers (Wanz &amp; Bobby, of cos). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Guess how smart we looked!! Not very actually for those who are at e frap station (Me, Aidil, Shikin, Wan, Sam n Azhar). Poor Us but we were rocking anyway!! Some of us started to have sweaty armpits long before it started but who cares when we actually looked good?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But after all that, although feeling beat n sick,we still went on with our karaoke session~! The enthuasism of these people are incredible!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here's are photos we took!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;P.S.: Pictures is quite blur cos of e unsteady hands of e photographer (me!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b338d2aea41b', 8);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc32b3127cce9df67bc7187200000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b338d2aea41b', 9);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc32b3127cce9df67b8c990900000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is e whole family. Look @ how smart we all are! The Dons~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b338d2aea41b', 0);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc32b3127cce9df67a8ad99700000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The store before it begins~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b338d2aea41b', 1);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc32b3127cce9df67b6a99ef00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Before e queue started~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b338d2aea41b', 2);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc32b3127cce9df67a9b58b600000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A few of The Dons with e Chief of Mafia in brown~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b338d2aea41b', 3);" lid="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc32b3127cce9df6788a58a600000016108AcMWjhu5atS" lpos=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc32b3127cce9df6788a58a600000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Mercury Man - Don Juan Ridhwan~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Introducing the Crew of THE day......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b338d2aea41b', 5);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc32b3127cce9df67bdb186e00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;POS 1 - Lina &amp; Nana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b338d2aea41b', 4);" lid="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc32b3127cce9df67b4499c100000016108AcMWjhu5atS" lpos=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc32b3127cce9df67b4499c100000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;POS 2 - Shahidah &amp; Esliza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b338d2aea41b', 6);" lid="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc32b3127cce9df67b4918fc00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" lpos=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc32b3127cce9df67b4918fc00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bar Station / Frap Station - Azhar &amp; Sam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b338d2aea41b', 7);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc32b3127cce9df67b3499b100000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Frap Station / Bar Station - Aidil &amp; Shikin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b338d2aea41b', 10);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc32b3127cce9df6785fd94300000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bar &amp; Frap Expeditor - Uzy &amp;amp; M@csim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b338d2aea41b', 13);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc32b3127cce9df679d8186c00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Samplers - Rafidah &amp; Hafiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b338d2aea41b', 12);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc32b3127cce9df6784a586600000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Bussers - Mazlan, Firdaus &amp; Farhan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b338d2aea41b', 11);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc32b3127cce9df67815d90900000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And last but not least...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Crowd Control cum PR Dudes - Faizal, Bobby, Isq &amp; Nazz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Before It all started~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b338d2aea41b', 15);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc32b3127cce9df679ce187a00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b338d2aea41b', 16);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc32b3127cce9df679b9993d00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b338d2aea41b', 14);" lid="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc32b3127cce9df67999991d00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" lpos=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc32b3127cce9df67999991d00000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; The Dons having a smoke break~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After It ended, we went for a karaoke session. Singing n yelling our hearts out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We weren't expecting our Mr District Manager to be there but yes he was. Apparently he was pretty high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b338d2aea41b', 17);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc32b3127cce9df67983990700000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b338d2aea41b', 18);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc32b3127cce9df67e7cd96300000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="self.status='View as slideshow'; return true" onmouseout="self.status=''; return true" href="javascript:openSlideWin(1, '67b0de21b338d2aea41b', 19);"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b4cc32b3127cce9df67e7ad96500000016108AcMWjhu5atS" onload="updateRecommendedImage()" lowsrc="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/misc/sp.gif" name="i5j" border="0" height="321" vspace="4" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And after all this, we knew we had a great time although we were all stinks of frap mix, cream miz n milk. A great day I shall say~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7897079-110253875689858219?l=theburnbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/feeds/110253875689858219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7897079&amp;postID=110253875689858219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/110253875689858219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/110253875689858219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/2004/12/starbucks-orchard-building-dons.html' title='*Starbucks Orchard Building - The Dons*'/><author><name>The Burn Book</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422200421348045664</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7897079.post-110140451370535894</id><published>2004-11-26T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T06:13:55.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Coughs*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Believe that people come and go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Believe that you will never be happy for very long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Believe that happiness comes but for awhile and leaves soon after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Believe in the phrase "What goes around, comes around".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Believe that your life will neve b perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At a moment of time, you will have everything u needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The next day it's gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Believe that to be satisfied with what you have now is not being grateful but being in denial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Believe that the people who are concerned about you aren't always the people u thought will or should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Believe that you will never b independant emotionally. NEVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Believe that it is never easy to please youself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Crap, sometimes you will neve please yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Believe that life is an obligation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But also a beautiful creation of god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Believe that everything happens for a reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Realization. Appreciation. Test of Faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Believe that you will never get the best but the second best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Believe that one way or another, your wishes did came true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It just came true in a different way from what you have expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Believe that humans will neve b satisfied with themself nor others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They are created to look beyond those satisfaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Believe that nobody can b perfect as these imperfections makes life liveable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7897079-110140451370535894?l=theburnbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/feeds/110140451370535894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7897079&amp;postID=110140451370535894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/110140451370535894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/110140451370535894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/2004/11/coughs.html' title='*Coughs*'/><author><name>The Burn Book</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422200421348045664</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-7897079.post-109388190762941746</id><published>2004-09-01T03:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T00:05:07.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reggae.Fine with me.</title><content type='html'>self-declared &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reggae virgin&lt;/span&gt;. got hooked since the 1st time i heard it.thanks to my hommie,big sista rawker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;womad&lt;/span&gt; was awesome.aniting with a touch of reggae got me all hyped up.paid good molars juz for one nite of  music at fort-canning. hell yeah it was worth it. nothing beats the crowd, the heat...and the triple choc brownie. Sinful...yes. will i give womad a miss next year? Hell no...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-da bomb-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7897079-109388190762941746?l=theburnbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/feeds/109388190762941746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7897079&amp;postID=109388190762941746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/109388190762941746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/109388190762941746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/2004/08/reggaefine-with-me.html' title='Reggae.Fine with me.'/><author><name>The Burn Book</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422200421348045664</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-7897079.post-109379640282329483</id><published>2004-08-30T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T01:37:23.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was my first time. To WOMAD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, WOMAD was wicked!! My first time to the event and I was mesmerized by it. Next year’s WOMAD is a must!! Went going with Surya and it was fun, fun, fun. Going there, just the two of us, was a blast. I didn’t expect it, but yeah, it was splendid. I can’t wait to get to KL with Surya. Girlfriend, better make it happen, aite! WOMAD was a big surprise because I didn’t expect Singaporeans can have fun and dance to the music!! Woohoo!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--Shidah Rawks--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7897079-109379640282329483?l=theburnbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/feeds/109379640282329483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7897079&amp;postID=109379640282329483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/109379640282329483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/109379640282329483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/2004/08/it-was-my-first-time-to-womad.html' title='It was my first time. To WOMAD.'/><author><name>The Burn Book</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422200421348045664</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-7897079.post-109371674742845712</id><published>2004-08-29T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T00:18:25.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a burger. BADLY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I so need a burger now after watching Harold and Kumar. The show makes me crave for burgers. ARGH! I also have the ability to seek for food sometimes. I crave for the weirdest stuff sometimes, for example, egg tarts when it’s near to midnight. Now, I really need a burger, a Whopper from Burger King to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to today’s entry for the burn book. People regret many times but it will only make them a better person if they are remorseful about it. But the problem is, many don’t. They tend to forget about their needs and focus too much on their wants that when the necessities are out of reach, they try to gasp for air, like a fish in an airless tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went through shit these past few years; a decade long actually, trying to convince myself that some things are meant to be that way. I slogged to be pretentious but now, from this moment on, truth have spoken. Enough is enough, full-stop, with capital ‘F’. I realized that there are no such things as childhood best friends because people grow up and change. I can confidently say so with my own personal experience. People grow and expectations change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I need is my friends, not clicks, but real friends. Friends, that don’t expect the world from you, but, will be there when you need them. This is what we call an adult friendship. You don’t need to see each other everyday to be best friends. You don’t need to hold back too much, while having a conversation, in order to avoid hurting their feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But am I too sensitive that I neglected her feelings to fulfill mine? I have no answers. I just decided to move on and have a whole new life. Friendships can be as complicated as a relationship. Dealing with humans is never easy anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;So little time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Try to understand that I'm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trying to make a move just to stay in the game&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I try to stay awake and remember my name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But everybody's changing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't feel the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're gone from here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And soon you will disappear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fading into beautiful light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause everybody's changing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;And I don't feel right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Keane – Everybody’s changing”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--Shidah Rawks--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7897079-109371674742845712?l=theburnbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/feeds/109371674742845712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7897079&amp;postID=109371674742845712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/109371674742845712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/109371674742845712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-need-burger-badly.html' title='I need a burger. BADLY.'/><author><name>The Burn Book</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422200421348045664</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7897079.post-109276349850603617</id><published>2004-08-18T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T01:26:56.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 30 30 = 60</title><content type='html'>met up with a few bunch of people today.it was a blast i must say.although we did nothing much, but the company was awesome.free flow of silly crappy lame ass jokes...still,it was great to have them around. friendship nurtured from years of slogging through high school together.the good ol' days of wearing apple green uniforms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came across these...i think it pretty much sums up what i intended to post today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="white"&gt;&lt;pre class="borderblkbold"&gt;Oh, look what you've done&lt;br /&gt;You've made a fool of everyone&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it seems like such fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Until you lose what you had won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;-da bomb-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7897079-109276349850603617?l=theburnbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/feeds/109276349850603617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7897079&amp;postID=109276349850603617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/109276349850603617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/109276349850603617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/2004/08/30-30-30-60.html' title='30 30 30 = 60'/><author><name>The Burn Book</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422200421348045664</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-7897079.post-109250001666952160</id><published>2004-08-14T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T02:12:46.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relatioships. Meaning?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We have been pondering whether our lives have been dutifully satisfied by people in this cruel world. But people tend to forget that selflessness actually leads to more happiness. They become too overwhelmed with this materialistic world that when reality strikes, they broke down and weep like a 2 year old. I have seen too many relationships shattered that I don’t believe in one for the moment. Love = Pain. Pain = Hate. Hate = Anger. Anger = Trouble. Yes, I do agree it brings some radiance into your life but how much of it is happiness and how much of it is pain? And how can pain be compared to happiness? These are questions even married couple failed to answer. It’s just plain obvious. People reminisce about your farked up attitude more than your lovely gestures. So why put oneself in such position? For now, I don’t believe in marriage. It will just be a waste of time, plenty, too plenty. I’m in no position to say that I’m qualified to be even liked by someone but the possibilities were just been minimized even further. I thought Mr. Right has passed me on few occasions and I did not try hard enough to be good enough for him, physically and mentally. But then I paused and realized that they are just Mr. Right Now. If he is the one, I don’t have to try hard enough to be good enough for him, both ways. These are thoughts that crossed my mind after the entry by "Da Bomb". No offence. Always Luv Ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--Shidah Rawks--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7897079-109250001666952160?l=theburnbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/feeds/109250001666952160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7897079&amp;postID=109250001666952160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/109250001666952160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/109250001666952160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/2004/08/relatioships-meaning.html' title='Relatioships. Meaning?'/><author><name>The Burn Book</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422200421348045664</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-7897079.post-109241673808519609</id><published>2004-08-14T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T01:16:57.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello.singlehood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is my current single status &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My declaration of independence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's no way I'm tradin' places&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right now a star's in the ascendant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to say. So much to tell.&lt;br /&gt;Damn. Don't even know where to start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-da bomb-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7897079-109241673808519609?l=theburnbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/feeds/109241673808519609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7897079&amp;postID=109241673808519609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/109241673808519609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/109241673808519609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/2004/08/hellosinglehood.html' title='hello.singlehood'/><author><name>The Burn Book</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422200421348045664</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-7897079.post-109212327373865002</id><published>2004-08-10T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T17:21:12.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mean Girls Vs Illegally Unblonde</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Friday was an off day, a perfect day to be in Sentosa. After a long day on the beach, tired and burnt, we went to the locker room to get changed. Upon entering, there were a group of young girls, all minding their own business, trying to beautify themselves with compact powders, mascara and etc. We ignored the maniac fiesta and carried on with our mission to clean and get out. I completed my sanitary operation in the locker room and lingered outside whilst waiting for my friend. I was congregated with a group of girls, between the age of 15 to 16, dressing like they are some sort of a tai-tai with matching tops, skirts, flip-flops and bags. Illegally Unblonde. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opted to ignore them as the agony from my burnt skin was over-whelming but with much astonishment, one of the unblondes approached me. They pleaded for me to take a picture for them. Hmmm. I concurred and took my place. Hah! There they were, all 5 of them, posturing like a natural born tai-tai. Wow! That’s was my first time, encountering such species of the human kind. Singaporean’s version of the Mean Girls!! After many thanks, they settled down across me and that’s where it begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Oh my god, did u see the stretch marks on Samatha’s butt?? It was line by line by line.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other girls jolted remarks but quickly faded when they realized they are joined by the few other girls. There were still some of them in the locker room, dolling up their young, flawless faces. I, then, noticed a girl, in a pink flare tube dress, caressing her hair. She seems to me to be the Head of the Illegally Unblonde department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Is my hair ok?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It looked like it was tied.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Really?! Oh my god, do u have any hair sprays?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hair spray was passed to her and she started spraying them all over her hair. She looked exactly like Reese Witherspoon in Legally Blonde. Exactly! Minutes later, the clan gathered and so begin their ass swaying, hair flipping journey to the monorail station. That was one hell of an experience! Hah! Now i look forward to see different types of human species everyday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--Shidah Rawks-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7897079-109212327373865002?l=theburnbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/feeds/109212327373865002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7897079&amp;postID=109212327373865002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/109212327373865002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/109212327373865002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/2004/08/mean-girls-vs-illegally-unblonde.html' title='Mean Girls Vs Illegally Unblonde'/><author><name>The Burn Book</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422200421348045664</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-7897079.post-109388254138640001</id><published>2004-08-09T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T20:57:23.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck u u bitch</title><content type='html'>bitch is too nice to describe you..&lt;br /&gt;it makes my blood boil to even spell your name.&lt;br /&gt;you gave a whole new description to the word hatred.&lt;br /&gt;where's your self worth?&lt;br /&gt;u and your younger sister too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...this is the burn book rite. so sue me.&lt;br /&gt;fuck u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-da bomb-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7897079-109388254138640001?l=theburnbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/feeds/109388254138640001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7897079&amp;postID=109388254138640001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/109388254138640001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/109388254138640001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/2004/08/fuck-u-u-bitch.html' title='fuck u u bitch'/><author><name>The Burn Book</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422200421348045664</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-7897079.post-109199255416667846</id><published>2004-08-09T03:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T05:07:38.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Here We Go..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We decided to go ahead with the blog idea.. hah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--Shidah Rawks--&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7897079-109199255416667846?l=theburnbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/feeds/109199255416667846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7897079&amp;postID=109199255416667846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/109199255416667846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7897079/posts/default/109199255416667846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theburnbook.blogspot.com/2004/08/so-here-we-go.html' title='So Here We Go..'/><author><name>The Burn Book</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422200421348045664</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>
