<?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-9687142</id><updated>2011-08-06T06:51:44.592+08:00</updated><category term='the emotional side of me (:'/><category term='Movie date with theBestfriend (:'/><category term='Friendship problems'/><title type='text'>Awesome-ness</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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you so bad, i just don't know how. i don't know what's the right words to say. i don't know whether you want me to be around. i don't know if my presence is just making you feel suffocated. i don't wish to cause you any more distress, i just want to be there for you as much as possible, like i always used to. i miss you. i miss the way our friendship used to be. i miss us having fun as well as our never ending fights. i miss you C.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-5982135376096336218?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/5982135376096336218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=5982135376096336218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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:'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-1121805533517856100?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/1121805533517856100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=1121805533517856100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/1121805533517856100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/1121805533517856100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2010/11/losing.html' title='losing.'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-3663896169802253120</id><published>2010-11-04T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T00:02:06.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dear god, everything happens for a reason. you wouldn't put us through something for no reason. i believe that. there must be a reason for everything that we're going through now, but i'm at a loss. i need your help and guidance. please allow me to help a friend in need. i will do my best to help, but i need to know how. please god. protect all my loved ones from harm, from evil. keep them safe. amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-3663896169802253120?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687142.post-8853711363549989100</id><published>2010-10-25T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T22:56:50.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mum</title><content type='html'>i hate how everytime i feel shitty, i get all attitude with mummy. i'm sorry :( i love you mummy, more than anyone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-8853711363549989100?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/8853711363549989100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=8853711363549989100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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going to turn out, i'll try one more time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-6574194482732922966?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/6574194482732922966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=6574194482732922966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/6574194482732922966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/6574194482732922966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-last-time.html' title='One Last Time'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-4622992214315521703</id><published>2010-10-20T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T20:07:53.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because you don't see my eyes bursting into tears, doesn't mean my heart isn't.</title><content type='html'>i'm at a loss to describe how i've been feeling but i came across someone's FB status which described my situation perfectly and thus i'm gonna quote her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"things don't work out no matter how much effort i put. running away from it doesnt help either. everything stagnant but the pain increases over time." Sya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in too much pain that crying and talking about it doesn't help one bit. my life is put on hold. i'm not living but merely functioning, no different than a robot. the only way to help me stay strong is when the thought "everything happens for a reason" enters my mind, but even that thought made me crumble at times. i believe in god, and i believe that he won't put us through something that we cannot handle. but i just don't know how to handle this, i don't know if i'm strong enough to go through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear god, only you know what's best for us. whatever it is that you have planned for me, i accept it. i only ask that you give me strength to face and overcome the obstacles you have set for me, for i can't do it alone without you. amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-4622992214315521703?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687142.post-7543848002279700142</id><published>2010-10-05T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T18:55:33.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so miserable. you just don't see it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-7543848002279700142?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/7543848002279700142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=7543848002279700142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-2354825322900702714?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/2354825322900702714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=2354825322900702714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/2354825322900702714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/2354825322900702714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2010/09/athirah.html' title='Athirah'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-8401009948868083456</id><published>2010-05-06T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T00:55:28.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't know how to continue living anymore. even taking one day at a time gets harder everyday. honestly, the only reason i get up everyday is because of my mum. i don't know what i'll do without her. i can't tell her what's in my messed up head. i can't tell anyone because it's too silly. if i myself find it stupid, others will find it 10 times more stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so alone. i am all alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-8401009948868083456?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/8401009948868083456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=8401009948868083456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/8401009948868083456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/8401009948868083456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-dont-know-how-to-continue-living.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-2172874355141228135</id><published>2010-04-30T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T18:24:30.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Makes Me Stronger</title><content type='html'>maybe it's not about holding on. maybe sometimes, it's about letting go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-2172874355141228135?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/2172874355141228135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=2172874355141228135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/S4g11RNF37I/AAAAAAAAAPw/SPFEpIv9ZDM/s1600-h/DSC08934.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/S4g11RNF37I/AAAAAAAAAPw/SPFEpIv9ZDM/s320/DSC08934.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &amp;lt;3 you psycho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxx!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-6935290191915045282?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/6935290191915045282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=6935290191915045282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/6935290191915045282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/6935290191915045282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-46thh-clozettiee-i-you-psycho.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/S4g11RNF37I/AAAAAAAAAPw/SPFEpIv9ZDM/s72-c/DSC08934.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687142.post-1064851603145300006</id><published>2010-02-22T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T10:05:57.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello</title><content type='html'>wow it's been so long since i've last blogged. mainly because nothing much is happening right now. anws, i'm on a lookout for a job, so maybe i'll have more things to write when i'm employed. i'll keep you updated blogger, no worries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-1064851603145300006?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/1064851603145300006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=1064851603145300006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/1064851603145300006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/1064851603145300006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello.html' title='hello'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-3971710401142835804</id><published>2010-02-08T03:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T03:54:21.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when will it end?</title><content type='html'>you know what i am? i'm a coward and a loser. i'm pathetic. instead of standing up for myself when being treated in that manner, i just let it slide. again and again and again. there's a few times when i tried defending myself but the matter escalated to such a big mess that i can't bring myself to go through it again. hence, even though it annoyed the crap out of me, i let it go, but of course in just a matter of time, it comes back to find me again because it's not resolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired lah serious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-3971710401142835804?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/3971710401142835804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=3971710401142835804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/3971710401142835804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/3971710401142835804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-will-it-end.html' title='when will it end?'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-2482859682478717549</id><published>2010-01-25T23:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T19:33:40.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>45th!</title><content type='html'>lunched at Macs with &lt;b style="background-color: lime; color: black;"&gt;Clozettiee&lt;/b&gt; because for some reason, i was craving for McSpicy. tskk. lay off the fast foods &lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;Athirah&lt;/b&gt;! then &lt;b style="background-color: #ea9999; color: black;"&gt;Yuyun&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b style="background-color: #ea9999; color: black;"&gt;Nini&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b style="background-color: blue; color: black;"&gt;Atiqah&lt;/b&gt; joined us and we chatted for a bit. come to think of it, they spent a part of their day celebrating my 45 months of friendship with &lt;b style="background-color: lime; color: black;"&gt;Clozettiee&lt;/b&gt;, though i doubt they know about it. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went over to &lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: lime;"&gt;Clozettiee's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; place afterwards, &lt;b style="background-color: #ea9999; color: black;"&gt;Yuyun&lt;/b&gt; came along too(i miss that small girl, hehh) (: mainly, i used up about 4-5 hours of their electricity consumption by using their computer. lol. hmm, maybe that gundu purposely turned on the computer for me so that she's free to do her stuff(like checking her pens attendance) without me bothering her. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and like almost all the time, surely there'll be something for me to eat for dinner everytime i come over, and i had spaghetti that &lt;b style="background-color: #ea9999; color: black;"&gt;Clozettiee's mum&lt;/b&gt; cooked. awesome(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-2482859682478717549?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/2482859682478717549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=2482859682478717549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/2482859682478717549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/2482859682478717549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2010/01/45th.html' title='45th!'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-27323575632295064</id><published>2010-01-25T00:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T19:34:32.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LMH &amp; LDW</title><content type='html'>hello people. i just want to say this. i want my bf to look like either &lt;b style="background-color: #e06666; color: black;"&gt;Lee Min Ho&lt;/b&gt; or &lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #e06666;"&gt;Lee DongWook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and whose personality is 99.99999% similar to Edward. yes i know it's &lt;strike&gt;not much&lt;/strike&gt; IMPOSSIBLE to ask for. &amp;amp;so i've settled to be single all my life and live in my sad fantasy whereby &lt;b style="background-color: #e06666; color: black;"&gt;Min Ho&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #e06666;"&gt;Dong Wook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and I are inseparable. that sounds awesome to me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh &amp;amp; Happy 45thhh &lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: lime;"&gt;Clozettiee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! hehhh. &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-27323575632295064?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/27323575632295064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=27323575632295064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/27323575632295064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/27323575632295064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2010/01/lmh-ldw.html' title='LMH &amp; LDW'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-6469090626448276996</id><published>2010-01-23T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T19:35:42.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>went out with &lt;b style="background-color: lime; color: black;"&gt;Clozettiee&lt;/b&gt; yesterday! felt like i haven't seen her for so long. padahal only like 11 or 12 days since the last time i saw her. haha. anws, we had chicken rice at Compasspoint's Banquet! omg finally! i can't wait to move back to SengKang and then i can have chicken rice everyday if i want to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since &lt;b style="background-color: #e06666; color: black;"&gt;Alia&lt;/b&gt; is not home, we have nothing else planned so i asked &lt;b style="background-color: lime; color: black;"&gt;Clozettiee&lt;/b&gt; if she wants to see my new house. hahaha. we walked over to my new house, it was quite near lah but i think i'll still take LRT home if i'm lazy, which is like all the time. then we walked back to CompassPoint and i had dessert at the library's cafe(i wanted to go to Starbucks or something but broke uh) before i 965-ed home and &lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: lime;"&gt;Clozettiee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; 965-ed to Yishun and met her bf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh bacin, upload the picturesssss okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: &lt;b style="background-color: lime; color: black;"&gt;Clozettiee&lt;/b&gt; pressed my pimple! you guys should have seen how she was, she was so eager to press it! omg. i was so worried it's not a pimple since she and &lt;b style="background-color: purple; color: black;"&gt;Azza&lt;/b&gt; said it doesn't look like one, hence i was relieved when it's really a pimple. haha. ok shut up. thanks &lt;b style="background-color: lime; color: black;"&gt;Clozettiee&lt;/b&gt;! i love you lah you annoying bugger! haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps: i'm gonna watch My Girl again omg i love &lt;b style="background-color: #e06666; color: black;"&gt;Lee Dong Wook&lt;/b&gt;! he's so cute i can't stand it! &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-6469090626448276996?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/6469090626448276996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=6469090626448276996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/6469090626448276996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/6469090626448276996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-6896517196557321146</id><published>2010-01-19T06:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T06:21:11.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain</title><content type='html'>when i'm having my period, it's either i get really cranky&amp;amp;pissed for no/stupid reason OR i feel so shitty that nothing makes sense anymore. right now, it's the latter. i'm feeling so down that i NEED to watch Friends continuously to feel slightly better. but during that one second it takes to go to the next episode, it felt like someone punched a hole in my heart. even one second is too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-6896517196557321146?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/6896517196557321146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=6896517196557321146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/6896517196557321146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/6896517196557321146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2010/01/pain.html' title='Pain'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-636897912416532771</id><published>2010-01-17T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T19:36:06.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain In The Summer Yellow</title><content type='html'>since &lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: orange;"&gt;fathh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; had nothing better to do the other day, she created a tumblr account for me. there's a lot of quotes and pretty pictures. i love it. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-636897912416532771?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/636897912416532771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=636897912416532771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/636897912416532771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/636897912416532771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2010/01/rain-in-summer-yellow.html' title='Rain In The Summer Yellow'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-8959213069448057952</id><published>2010-01-15T23:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T19:36:28.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday.</title><content type='html'>so i spent time with &lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: orange;"&gt;Fathh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; yesterday. met Coops for the first time at her house(i wasn't scared, i was terrified) Coops is so cute and all but the idea of holding him just makes my brain scream in protest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didn't want to rush to catch the 4.50pm show so we decided to catch the 7.10pm timeslot. while waiting for the show to start, we had dinner first. since we both have different places in mind to eat, she ate at KFC and we headed to Ojolali afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after movie, oh we caught New York, I Love You btw, we bought drinks at Starbucks and sat outside Plaza Singapura and talked about everything that we've talked about before. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: orange; color: black;"&gt;Fathh&lt;/b&gt;, you're like my personal Jacob. when i'm with you, i feel better even though i'm nursing a really bad wound, and the hole in my heart closes for that moment of time when i'm around you. thank you for just being you. &amp;amp; thank you for being the most annoying bestfriend ever. &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-8959213069448057952?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/8959213069448057952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=8959213069448057952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/8959213069448057952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/8959213069448057952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2010/01/thursday.html' title='Thursday.'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-1678383131562708755</id><published>2010-01-14T05:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T05:53:27.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;“I may still not know what I want to be when I grow up, but I do know that someday I want to live in a house filled with my books and travel souvenirs. And the walls that aren’t covered in bookshelves will be covered with photos of my family and friends. When I leave the house I will be going to a job I love, and I’ll return to a person I love. So, that’s the dream I’m working on.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; — Amber Morely&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-1678383131562708755?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/1678383131562708755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=1678383131562708755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/1678383131562708755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/1678383131562708755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2010/01/like-me.html' title='Like Me'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-8215104484876119167</id><published>2010-01-14T00:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T19:36:57.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crashes</title><content type='html'>i am so so annoyed! mozilla firefox keeps choosing all the wrong moments to crash! god knows how long i've waited for the movie to load, and it just had to crash when i finally got to start watching it. irritating okay. urghhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. waiting for the movie to load again. i'm so bored lah. i think i've been cooped up at home for too long. hence, i can't wait for later! gonna catch New York, I Love You with &lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: orange;"&gt;bestfrienddd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; :D had to cancel swimming because she's having the time of the month. hahahha. so maybe i'll go alone on Friday if i'm not lazy. hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-8215104484876119167?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/8215104484876119167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=8215104484876119167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/8215104484876119167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/8215104484876119167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2010/01/crashes.html' title='Crashes'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-3395721199939797138</id><published>2010-01-09T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T23:38:20.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Used</title><content type='html'>suddenly, i feel like i'm being used. i guess i've felt that way for quite awhile already, just that i didn't use to mind. but maybe now, i mind just a little bit more. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-3395721199939797138?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/3395721199939797138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=3395721199939797138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/3395721199939797138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/3395721199939797138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2010/01/used.html' title='Used'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-5057684458583521529</id><published>2010-01-09T08:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T08:20:22.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snaps</title><content type='html'>i'll continue to tolerate it because i think i can still handle it. just don't push me too far. i am, afterall, just a normal human being.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-5057684458583521529?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/5057684458583521529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=5057684458583521529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/5057684458583521529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/5057684458583521529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2010/01/snaps.html' title='Snaps'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-4707466010778116542</id><published>2010-01-08T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T19:37:28.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kak Aishah's 25thh(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Happy 25thh &lt;span style="background-color: #e06666; color: black;"&gt;Kak Aishah&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/b&gt; i miss and love you a lot! hehe. i can't wait for your wedding day! i'll help to clear the plates kay but don't use plates yang berat2 sangat ah. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you my dearest sister. &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-4707466010778116542?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/4707466010778116542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=4707466010778116542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/4707466010778116542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/4707466010778116542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2010/01/kak-aishahs-25thh.html' title='Kak Aishah&apos;s 25thh(:'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-3890905616207381035</id><published>2010-01-07T21:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T19:38:05.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love(:</title><content type='html'>i really have nothing to blogggggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anws, movie date with &lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: orange;"&gt;bestfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; today! was supposed to reach her house at 10am but someone kan, overslept lah. &amp;amp; NO, it wasn't me kay. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i arrived, &lt;b style="background-color: orange; color: black;"&gt;Fathh&lt;/b&gt; fried me a piece of egg prata&amp;lt;3 and then she started cooking sambal prawn. i just stood in a corner and watched her cook. haha. ate and after that headed to AMK Hub and caught Did You Hear About The Morgans? it was a nice show lah, not bad. hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for everything &lt;b style="background-color: orange; color: black;"&gt;Fathh&lt;/b&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-3890905616207381035?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/3890905616207381035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=3890905616207381035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/3890905616207381035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/3890905616207381035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2010/01/love.html' title='Love(:'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-5987211493670756895</id><published>2010-01-05T04:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T06:00:36.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're The Past, Stay That Way Please.</title><content type='html'>you really shouldn't say things like that to me, because despite myself, i feel hopeful even though i know it's wrong(you're attached) and impossible. &amp;amp;it kills me more each time i have to kill those hopes inside of me. please be happy with her, it makes it easier for me to not think of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't get me wrong, i am very much over you, but i know it's so easy to develop that crush all over again. i'm so grateful that you've no clue to how i feel, but at the same time, this just feels so pathetic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-5987211493670756895?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/5987211493670756895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=5987211493670756895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/5987211493670756895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/5987211493670756895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2010/01/youre-past-stay-that-way-please.html' title='You&apos;re The Past, Stay That Way Please.'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-5524891752483971625</id><published>2010-01-01T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T01:48:19.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>so, my 1st post for 2010. 2009 had been well, okay. i've made new friends and managed to not lose any, though i nearly lost a friendship but everything's good now(: my family is still intact and that's the most important thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't wish to write anymore about my 2009, just know that it's been equally a good and a bad year for me. there's a few things that i hope to acheive in 2010 and i want very much not to waste another year bumming around at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2010 everyone(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-5524891752483971625?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/5524891752483971625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=5524891752483971625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/5524891752483971625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/5524891752483971625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-2900430935931827213</id><published>2009-12-23T02:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T19:38:50.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bear With Me</title><content type='html'>helloooo! it's so great to be in love isn't it? hehehe. just because the one i love is so far out of reach doesn't mean it's any less lovely than you guys who are actually in a relationship. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, i was one of those 2000 fans of &lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #e06666;"&gt;Lee MinHo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; who actually bothered to pay money to see him. i bought the cheapest price ticket though, mainly because i'm broke, if i'm rich, i would have bought the $188 for sure, even though i think it's not really worth it because the only perks is that you get to see him a little closer than the rest and i think you'll receive a poster or something. i already have a poster of him from my purchases at Etude House. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i had a good time, even though i was by myself. kesian kan i know. but who cares about being alone when the love of my life is up on stage and breathing the same air as me in the Max Pavillion. :D hearing his voice is dreamy and i really wish i understand Korean language instead of having to rely on the translator. he is so sweet, always smiling and trying to communicate as much as he can in English. most of it was "Hello", "Nice to meet you", "Thank you", "Come here" and you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't wait for his arrival or departure at the airport because i know it's just a waste of time. the last time, i waited for &lt;b style="background-color: blue; color: black;"&gt;Kim Jeong Hoon's&lt;/b&gt; arrival to Singapore and i only got a glimpse of him. i can't be bothered to stalk him and wait at his hotel or something either. i'm contented that i got to go to his 1st Asia fanmeeting(211209) and maybe in the future, i'll get to meet him upclose or even better, personally. till then, i'll be supporting him from afar. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of the activities he did with the lucky fans so i won't forget(:&lt;br /&gt;(taking polaroid picture, who blinks first challenge, 2 fans got to hug him, playing Pictionary, tasting of his favourite Korean snacks, blowing of christmas candles(cupcakes made by fans), ended off with singing My Everything before lucky fans who have the special card under their seats got to go up stage and shake his hand or hug him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/SzFGyPTWyTI/AAAAAAAAAPo/1iliiIMGID4/s1600-h/lee-min-ho-love-the-pilipino-s-lee-min-ho-7091089-730-1023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/SzFGyPTWyTI/AAAAAAAAAPo/1iliiIMGID4/s320/lee-min-ho-love-the-pilipino-s-lee-min-ho-7091089-730-1023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you baby(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-2900430935931827213?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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orange;"&gt;Fathh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;Yuyun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;Nina/Putri Drakula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: purple;"&gt;Azza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: red;"&gt;Sheil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: red;"&gt;Atishah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: blue;"&gt;Nizam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: red;"&gt;Atiq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #e06666;"&gt;Mak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;JiaHui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: red;"&gt;Ayu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, and &lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #e06666;"&gt;Kak Aishah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FB: &lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: blue;"&gt;Haslinda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: blue;"&gt;Fyqah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: blue;"&gt;Megat Indra Putra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #e06666;"&gt;Aqil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;Asilah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: blue;"&gt;Tyki Mikki Zal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: blue;"&gt;Ali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: blue;"&gt;Hafiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: red;"&gt;Syaza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: blue;"&gt;Riduan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #e06666;"&gt;Uzma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: purple;"&gt;Putri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: blue;"&gt;Liyana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: blue;"&gt;Harisuddin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: blue;"&gt;Khairiah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: blue;"&gt;Fyzah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #e06666;"&gt;Abang Hafeez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: blue;"&gt;Hakim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;of course not forgetting, my &lt;b style="background-color: #e06666; color: black;"&gt;family&lt;/b&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to accompany &lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: lime;"&gt;Clozettiee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to her school today to hand in her assignment and then have lunch/dinner at Marina Loft. but &lt;b style="background-color: #ea9999; color: black;"&gt;Yuyun&lt;/b&gt; woke me up and said that she's on her way to meet &lt;b style="background-color: lime; color: black;"&gt;Clozettiee&lt;/b&gt; and then they're going to the school already, and that &lt;b style="background-color: lime; color: black;"&gt;Clozettiee&lt;/b&gt; said to meet at town. so i was like, what for go out since she already went ahead without me right. but i went to get ready anyway because i wanted to eat. by the time i finished getting ready, it was almost 6pm and i thought of cancelling because &lt;b style="background-color: lime; color: black;"&gt;Clozettiee&lt;/b&gt; had to leave for her friend's birthday party soon. told her that but she said just come so i just go lor. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then some time later, she called and asked whether oreo cheesecake from Secret Recipe is nice or not and some other questions relating to cakes. i asked why and she said that &lt;b style="background-color: #ea9999; color: black;"&gt;Yuyun&lt;/b&gt; wanted to eat and don't know which one to choose or something. at that time, i was like why this gundu call to ask me all these when she can just ask me directly when we meet up, since i've arrived at City Hall anyway. &amp;amp;so as it turned out, she bought a cake for me(: end of birthday cake surprise story. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #ea9999; color: black;"&gt;Nina&lt;/b&gt; came along as well(: took some pictures with the cake and then had dinner after that. camwhored for awhile before 171-ed home. it's about a 2 hr ride to yishun ehh. so long! haha. but i did catch up on my much needed sleep :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;so to spoil a bit of this day, my cake is destroyed. ok lah exaggerating. it's disfigured now. kesian right. but nevermind, i still love my birthday cake! hehe. thank you &lt;b style="background-color: lime; color: black;"&gt;Clozettiee&lt;/b&gt;(: you're the first friend to buy for me a proper birthday cake. haha. &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-3332461050590701311?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/3332461050590701311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=3332461050590701311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/3332461050590701311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/3332461050590701311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/12/of-1812-and-20thh.html' title='of 1812 and 20thh(:'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-2119286867863258571</id><published>2009-12-15T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T01:43:17.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW BAG &lt;3</title><content type='html'>haiya i'm so lazy to blog now that i have twitter! hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways, i went out with the family yesterday. &lt;b style="background-color: #e06666;"&gt;Mummy&lt;/b&gt; gave us $70plus to spend but i couldn't find any top that i really like. almost bought a cardigan from Mango but decided not to in the end. with that money, i thought of buying this bag from River Island. it costs $99 so i asked sister to pay that extra $20plus as my birthday present. hahaha. in the end, &lt;b style="background-color: #e06666;"&gt;Mummy&lt;/b&gt; said the bag is a birthday present from them and so i still have $70plus to spend! best!! hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're supposed to have lunch before movie starts but the annoying sister took up our lunch time with her endless trying on clothes that we had to postpone lunch and have breakfast+lunch+dinner after movie instead. watched New Moon and i feel that it's better than the first movie. the first one was just... blahh. i wasn't intrigued by it. but New Moon makes me feel like reading the books and i've decided to get the whole series when i have extra money and preferably when i've moved to my new house so i can display it on my bookshelf. I WANT A BOOKSHELF IN MY NEW ROOM PLEASE &lt;b style="background-color: #e06666;"&gt;MUMMY&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner at the BBQ something place. it was 9plus already and the shop was almost closing. but they were still accepting customers so yeah. the place was quite cheap, the total bill was $62, maybe because the 2 sisters have student price and they have 1 for 1 so yes, it was good and affordable. haha. maybe i'll ask &lt;b style="background-color: lime;"&gt;Clozettiee&lt;/b&gt; to eat there next time when i have money. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay bye! i can't wait to go out and carry my new bag :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-2119286867863258571?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/2119286867863258571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=2119286867863258571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/2119286867863258571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/2119286867863258571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-bag-3.html' title='NEW BAG &lt;3'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-4542626867595613091</id><published>2009-12-12T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T00:15:06.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sore Neck</title><content type='html'>i'm in pain. my neck is the cause of it. it's very sore! been a couple of days already seh. i think my head put on weight which strains my poor neck. HOW? I WANT TO CRY! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-4542626867595613091?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/4542626867595613091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=4542626867595613091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/4542626867595613091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/4542626867595613091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/12/sore-neck.html' title='Sore Neck'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-6514414284141592577</id><published>2009-12-07T23:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T02:45:05.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LMH &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I AM GOING TO LMH FAN MEETING!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST NYE AHHHH I CAN'T WAIT FOR 21 DEC! HEHEHHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws, &lt;b style="background-color: lime;"&gt;Clozettiee&lt;/b&gt; accompanied me to buy the tix at NorthPoint Sistic outlet. goshhh i'm so happy that the tix is in my hands now! thank you for accompanying meeeeee &lt;b style="background-color: lime;"&gt;Clozettiee&lt;/b&gt;! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i went to her house to help her with her assignments. after cracking our brains, one of the files got lost and &lt;b style="background-color: lime;"&gt;Clozettiee&lt;/b&gt; was so so stressed she nearly cried. lol. i've never seen her that stressed up before. hahaha. but we managed to get it done in the end :D oh &amp;amp; &lt;b style="background-color: lime;"&gt;Clozettiee&lt;/b&gt; bought for me Mega McSpicy despite knowing that i've asked the parents to buy food for me. bacin betul tu budak. that makes it a total of 3 meals for today. i'm thankful that i have more than enough food to eat but i have to make sure i don't overeat. it's not healthy plus i'm getting fatter everyday :( anws, thanks again &lt;b style="background-color: lime;"&gt;Clozettiee&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;b style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;Clozettiee's Mum&lt;/b&gt; for dinner. hehe. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching Couples Retreat tomorrow! can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you to the parents too for buying me dinner plus 1 packet of teh tarik. haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-6514414284141592577?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/6514414284141592577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=6514414284141592577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/6514414284141592577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/6514414284141592577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/12/lmh-3.html' title='LMH &lt;3'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-6456543009909500403</id><published>2009-12-07T04:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T08:07:47.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom</title><content type='html'>i'm bored lahh. i can't wait to meet up with my friends. the only friends i've been meeting up with are &lt;b style="background-color: orange;"&gt;Fathh&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: lime;"&gt;Clozettiee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws, i promise i'll put more effort into finding a job after 21st December. don't ask me why 21st uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall go read GG book now. i'm taking so long to finish them. lol. sorry &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: purple;"&gt;Azza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-6456543009909500403?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/6456543009909500403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=6456543009909500403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/6456543009909500403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/6456543009909500403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/12/boredom.html' title='Boredom'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-8087418808944127376</id><published>2009-12-06T03:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T03:38:48.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Messy</title><content type='html'>i have a lot of plans for this week, i'm having trouble remembering them. not to mention, i'm getting broke-r by the day. i think i need an organiser, that's why i asked &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: orange;"&gt;Fathh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to get me one for my birthday present. haha. as if i always have plans gitu eh, padehal sekali sekale only. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws, i have been meeting up with &lt;b style="background-color: lime;"&gt;Clozettiee&lt;/b&gt; this week. 3 times i think? lol. gonna watch Couples Retreat on Tuesday i guess. i really hope so. i wanna watch the movie! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting up with &lt;b style="background-color: red;"&gt;TheSingles&lt;/b&gt; on Weds. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should meet up with &lt;b style="background-color: #4c1130;"&gt;Azza&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b style="background-color: #4c1130;"&gt;Raidah&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b style="background-color: #4c1130;"&gt;Putri&lt;/b&gt;. it's been 1 or 2 months since i last met them. hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-8087418808944127376?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/8087418808944127376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=8087418808944127376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/8087418808944127376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/8087418808944127376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/12/messy.html' title='Messy'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-7959772743251318722</id><published>2009-11-30T23:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T03:18:45.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome &lt;3s</title><content type='html'>i am retyping this for the fourth time because i am just selenge like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept over at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mak's&lt;/span&gt; place yesterday. it's been so long since i slept over there. lol. it was awesomeee :D &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mak&lt;/span&gt; treated me, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uzma&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kak Aishah&lt;/span&gt; and baby &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ilham&lt;/span&gt; to Pizza Hut for lunch today. hehe. thank you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mak&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;3 style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clozettiee and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yuyun&lt;/span&gt;. (: we headed over to the library before having dinner at LJS. i'm so full now that the smell of food makes me wanna hurl. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/SxQZuRiaWWI/AAAAAAAAAPY/tQokeu_tYAA/s1600/IMAGE_259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/SxQZuRiaWWI/AAAAAAAAAPY/tQokeu_tYAA/s320/IMAGE_259.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409977335151221090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy donee. i'm so tiredd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-7959772743251318722?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/7959772743251318722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=7959772743251318722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/7959772743251318722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/7959772743251318722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/11/awesome-3s_30.html' title='Awesome &lt;3s'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/SxQZuRiaWWI/AAAAAAAAAPY/tQokeu_tYAA/s72-c/IMAGE_259.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687142.post-2320108478662291700</id><published>2009-11-28T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T00:06:23.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Leave</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i don't know what i'd do if i ever lost you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and all the loneiness i will go through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but if you wanna leave i won't stop you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cause i don't want you if you don't want me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to be the one the only one you wanna run to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baby boy you know i've just begun to realise what's important to me&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/9687142-2320108478662291700?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/2320108478662291700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=2320108478662291700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/2320108478662291700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/2320108478662291700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/11/dont-leave.html' title='Don&apos;t Leave'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-3503225879502441917</id><published>2009-11-27T02:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T02:43:46.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothinggg</title><content type='html'>Selamat Hari Raya Haji to all my muslims sweeties(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, haiya i wanna stone but i wanna do it in the comfort of my own home(actually no i'm still living in my aunt's house but same lah). 2 houses to visit later. goshh i need to shop real bad. that's it i'm getting myself a job! i'm serious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-3503225879502441917?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/3503225879502441917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=3503225879502441917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/3503225879502441917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/3503225879502441917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/11/nothinggg.html' title='Nothinggg'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-2354281885380798571</id><published>2009-11-25T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T00:25:45.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>43rd! &lt;3s</title><content type='html'>Happy 43rd &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clozettiee&lt;/span&gt;! i'm so glad we're still friends. haha. you've no idea how horrible life was without you around lah :( you'll always be my clozettiee, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clozettiee&lt;/span&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 you a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;athh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-2354281885380798571?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/2354281885380798571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=2354281885380798571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/2354281885380798571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/2354281885380798571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/11/43rd-3s.html' title='43rd! &lt;3s'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-1021886476094586441</id><published>2009-11-23T05:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:52:09.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk A Mile In My Shoes And You'll Know</title><content type='html'>i believe that everything happens for a reason. my life might seem like nothing to you but what do you know? you're not the one living it. yes i know my life is not at all bad compared to others who are suffering out there. i've never once said that my life is the worst because i know it's not and i am appreciative of it everyday. but i just need you to know that it's not easy being me either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with everything that's been going on, you don't know how utterly lost i am right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay dah enough depressing entries. on a bright bright note, i'll be having dinner with my relatives later at Jln Kayu. Busu wants to treat us! yay! Busu is so random lah. haha. i hope i'll see my super missed cousins later. &lt;3s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-1021886476094586441?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/1021886476094586441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=1021886476094586441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/1021886476094586441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/1021886476094586441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/11/walk-mile-in-my-shoes-and-youll-know.html' title='Walk A Mile In My Shoes And You&apos;ll Know'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-7224896283220501690</id><published>2009-11-21T07:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T07:25:59.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clozettiee's &amp; Asilah's Trip To KL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clozettiee's&lt;/span&gt; off to KL! yes i am jealous because i've been longing for a holiday vacation since so long ago, i can't even remember. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, have a fabulous and safe trip babe! i know you'll have fun one lah. haha. see you soon! take care, both you and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asilah&lt;/span&gt;! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-7224896283220501690?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/7224896283220501690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=7224896283220501690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/7224896283220501690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/7224896283220501690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/11/clozettiees-asilahs-trip-to-kl.html' title='Clozettiee&apos;s &amp; Asilah&apos;s Trip To KL'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-214991635537148243</id><published>2009-11-20T20:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T21:35:33.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's A Climb, too damn true uh.</title><content type='html'>i'm really disturbed. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know if for some reason, Ed Westwick comes to Singapore and we fall in love and we get married and he wants to bring me over to UK, i will not hesitate one bit! of course, i'm not sure whether the parents will give us their blessings or not and bla bla bla but if i could, i would. unless, unless anyone can give me just 1 damn good reason why i should stay and maybe i'll reconsider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever right. as if any of the above will ever come true. i'm just going to be stuck here wondering what the hell i want to do in my life and wasting my time away which is the same as wasting my life away. i'd get grumpy and cranky and unbearable that i'd end up screwing all my friendships and even my family would get sick of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind, it's been one hell of a depressing series of event for me. just let me get everything out of my system and i'll be almost as good as new.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-214991635537148243?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/214991635537148243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=214991635537148243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/214991635537148243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/214991635537148243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/11/lifes-climb-too-damn-true-uh.html' title='Life&apos;s A Climb, too damn true uh.'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-5184239609878159739</id><published>2009-11-18T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T00:47:24.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Clozettiee</title><content type='html'>Dear &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clozettiee&lt;/span&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;                           Well, actually i just wanted to tell you i miss you. I wanted to say that just now but i just feel weird saying stuff like that to people face to face. I feel even weirder saying it to people i'm close with. Yes, i'm that retarded. Anyways, i'm glad we're not fighting anymore because you know i hate it when that happens. &amp;amp;Let's say we happen to not be close anymore in the future, just know that whatever it is, i'm always just a phone call away. &amp;amp;No one can ever replace my Clozettiee(: Not even Ed Westwick, he's supposed to be my everything but i told him he won't ever be my clozettiee. Hahaha. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you a lot lah my one and only clozettiee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;         Athh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-5184239609878159739?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/5184239609878159739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=5184239609878159739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/5184239609878159739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/5184239609878159739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-clozettiee.html' title='To Clozettiee'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-4521725155390641469</id><published>2009-11-18T04:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T05:12:55.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm Chuck Bass"</title><content type='html'>it's not cool when your bestfriend wakes you up and tells you that she loves Chuck. might as well don't wake up or better still, break friendship with said bestfriend. hahaha I LOVE CHUCK BASS/ED WESTWICK. LOVE LOVE LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i'm supposed to be sleeping already but my brain is in a mess. i've still a couple of issues to work on and it's not easy. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-4521725155390641469?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/4521725155390641469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=4521725155390641469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/4521725155390641469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/4521725155390641469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-chuck-bass.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m Chuck Bass&quot;'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-1836153002519508482</id><published>2009-11-16T21:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T22:52:09.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously</title><content type='html'>everytime i feel down, i take a look at that and remind myself that i deserve better. but sometimes, what if i don't want to deserve better? righttt, i'm pretty much twisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;you know what's worse? i would have burnt my beef patty if mummy wasn't there to help. i'm gonna be a lousy cook wth?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-1836153002519508482?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/1836153002519508482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=1836153002519508482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/1836153002519508482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/1836153002519508482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/11/seriously.html' title='Seriously'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-8352884999223392298</id><published>2009-11-15T20:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T21:09:46.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>I AM SO HUNGRY IT'S NOT EVEN FUNNY ANYMORE! I WANT MCSPICYYYYYY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/Sv_79oaXEfI/AAAAAAAAAOU/evMeFpJwjy4/s1600-h/tumblr_ksjbqwhdVo1qzxzwwo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/Sv_79oaXEfI/AAAAAAAAAOU/evMeFpJwjy4/s320/tumblr_ksjbqwhdVo1qzxzwwo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404315114106458610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. i bet every guy would love this eh. hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-8352884999223392298?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/8352884999223392298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=8352884999223392298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/8352884999223392298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/8352884999223392298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post_15.html' title=':('/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/Sv_79oaXEfI/AAAAAAAAAOU/evMeFpJwjy4/s72-c/tumblr_ksjbqwhdVo1qzxzwwo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687142.post-6117827569970513363</id><published>2009-11-15T03:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T03:35:24.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 My Mummyyy!</title><content type='html'>mummy has been hinting at me to work. HAHAHA. she recommended a couple of jobs that she saw and that is my cue to start job-hunting already! hehe. don't worry mummy. i will definitely get a job because i need money! i'll figure out what i want to do in life and i'll try not to be a useless daughter. hehh. i love you mummy! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-6117827569970513363?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/6117827569970513363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=6117827569970513363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/6117827569970513363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/6117827569970513363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-3-my-mummyyy.html' title='I &lt;3 My Mummyyy!'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-4538755570900476405</id><published>2009-11-15T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T00:28:20.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Met Your Mother</title><content type='html'>i'm gonna indulge in the world of How I Met Your Mother because FATHH has been going on and on about it and now, i'm gonna see what exactly is the fuss about. haha. yayy thank you for storing movies and shows into my hard drive babe. you're awesomeee ah! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-4538755570900476405?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/4538755570900476405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=4538755570900476405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/4538755570900476405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/4538755570900476405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-i-met-your-mother.html' title='How I Met Your Mother'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-4487437038434488002</id><published>2009-11-14T02:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T03:18:58.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wth?</title><content type='html'>god! seriously you seriously?! *roll eyes* that is by far the most absurd thing i've ever heard and right now i know you know that's not true. dah malas to care anymore bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-4487437038434488002?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/4487437038434488002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=4487437038434488002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/4487437038434488002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/4487437038434488002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/11/wth.html' title='wth?'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-8845630254243776590</id><published>2009-11-13T00:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T01:19:41.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Had another awesome day(: but i'm having a shitty night.</title><content type='html'>i feel so pathetic. how depressing. how many times must i embarrass myself seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws, special shoutout to Azza! cheer up hunn(: i'm sure you'll be back to your awesome self soon. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so lazy to blog about today because i'm tired but in short... was supposed to watch 2012 and then go for Duck Tours with Fathh and Trisyia but i overslept(lol) so we ended up just having lunch together and then went for the Duck Tours thingy. Fathh was acting all tourist-y ahh serious. hahaha. anyhow, i had an awesome time with them(: anddd pictures are uploaded on FB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-8845630254243776590?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/8845630254243776590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=8845630254243776590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/8845630254243776590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/8845630254243776590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-feel-so-pathetic.html' title='Had another awesome day(: but i&apos;m having a shitty night.'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-2204479678282565466</id><published>2009-11-11T23:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T23:46:27.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>today was awesome(: i've been using awesome way too many times haven't i? oh well, dah awesome nak buat ape. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll update tomorrow. but i'll post 1 picture of us taken today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/SvrbYIzxbgI/AAAAAAAAAOM/jkg1NYWPWY8/s1600-h/42144741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/SvrbYIzxbgI/AAAAAAAAAOM/jkg1NYWPWY8/s320/42144741.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402871910712307202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my sad bestfriend(BACK AT YOU BABE THANKS FOR TWITTERING THAT HAHAH!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh SEE FAT CHEEKS FAT EVERYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad said if i can lose 10kg in a month he'll give me $50. so i said how about i lose 5kg then give me $25. hahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this post is so merepek i'm gonna sleep soon!&lt;br /&gt;good night!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-2204479678282565466?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/2204479678282565466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=2204479678282565466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/2204479678282565466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/2204479678282565466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/11/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/SvrbYIzxbgI/AAAAAAAAAOM/jkg1NYWPWY8/s72-c/42144741.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687142.post-8006679952527952155</id><published>2009-11-11T02:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T02:14:23.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stepper(:</title><content type='html'>I HAVE SO MUCH LOVE FOR EVERYONE RIGHT NOW. HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so excited! the stepper mum bought is gonna arrive tonight! woohoo! so set eh, lose 10kg in a month. hahaha. entah can lose 1kg in the first place ke tak. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna sleep now. later yous(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-8006679952527952155?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/8006679952527952155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=8006679952527952155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/8006679952527952155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/8006679952527952155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/11/stepper.html' title='Stepper(:'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-3175918140294763776</id><published>2009-11-11T01:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T01:55:18.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3&lt;3</title><content type='html'>I LOVE MY BFF FATHIAH! hehe. (: we were super close, then we drifted apart, then we become close again but not so close then we drift apart and so on for 8 years now. haha. you annoy me, i annoy you but i still love you sweetie(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know what handphone i want! the mini n97 is awesome but there's a new model coming up and i want that! hehe. time to save up! ya right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: it'll take a while hunn but i'll get over it. i have to say though, you're the nicest so far(: now, to a fabulous tomorrow and the day after and the next, you get my drift. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-3175918140294763776?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/3175918140294763776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=3175918140294763776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/3175918140294763776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/3175918140294763776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/11/33.html' title='&lt;3&lt;3'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-8467127769937593150</id><published>2009-11-10T04:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T04:43:47.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want A New Handphone :(</title><content type='html'>ouch. seeing that definitely hurt. i guess it's true when they say ignorance is bliss. but i think i'll be alright. i'm stronger now. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so random but Gerrard so cute for what?! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;i miss seeing Xabi Alonso :( &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: title no link to the post i know. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-8467127769937593150?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/8467127769937593150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=8467127769937593150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/8467127769937593150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/8467127769937593150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-want-new-handphone.html' title='I Want A New Handphone :('/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-296173342512382581</id><published>2009-11-09T20:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T20:26:20.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love My Family! hehe. &lt;3</title><content type='html'>awesome awesome day yesterday. i love it when i spend the whole day with family and no naggings occur. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i "woke up" at 9am and got ready to go to a wedding function over at Tampines. it took 3 hours for the whole family to get ready. well ayah, that's what you get for having 3 daughters. haha. then, we went to Causeway Point John Little for mini shopping. i bought ZA's foundation set(2 foundation, pink casing, pink pouch, LOVES IT!) and Bourjois brown eyeshadow(this one, i can't resist). i don't really apply heavy make-up when i go out, but i just LOVE buying eyeliners and eyeshadows. it makes me happy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drop by Metro, and i got Mummy to buy for me this pair of shoes. it's a combination of white and pink and it's just so pretty! it was love at first sight. hehehe. so somehow, i pleaded Mummy to get it for me since i'm so so broke right now. of course, Daddy's the one who paid for it since he's the one earning money. Mummy's the one who have to give permission. hahaha. love yous(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed to Plaza Singapura, and finallyyy we had cakes at Secret Recipe. they didn't have much choices for chocolate cake, so i decided to try this caramel cake. it was nice, but i still prefer chocolate! then, for the last indulgence of the month, Mummy bought a stepper! hahaha. now there's no excuse for me to not exercise. i want to lose at least 5kg in 1 month! okay? or maybe 10kg. that'll be nice. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i want to play Cooking Mama. byeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-296173342512382581?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/296173342512382581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=296173342512382581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/296173342512382581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/296173342512382581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-love-my-family-hehe-3.html' title='I Love My Family! hehe. &lt;3'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-1307027876080617696</id><published>2009-11-08T07:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T07:25:43.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DA Tweets</title><content type='html'>David Archuleta's tweets are very cute no? not sure whether i'm following the real him(i think it's really him though) but anyway he said, "&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;It's really interesting talking to a camera. I feel like I'm talking to Wall-E. Only he's not alive. Maybe he's sleeping or something.." hahah. cute eh cute eh. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-1307027876080617696?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/1307027876080617696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=1307027876080617696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/1307027876080617696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/1307027876080617696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/11/da-tweets.html' title='DA Tweets'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-6272808992984543674</id><published>2009-11-07T19:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T19:35:25.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>yesterday, something unexpected happened, it made me smile(: but of course, i won't let it get to my head because i know it's nothing. still, it was a nice feeling while it lasted(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-6272808992984543674?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/6272808992984543674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=6272808992984543674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/6272808992984543674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/6272808992984543674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post_07.html' title='(:'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-3021558196330705455</id><published>2009-11-07T02:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T02:40:46.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>???</title><content type='html'>Fathh! i think it's super coincidence! haha. ("likes" this sentence, like how you do it in FB, lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna go shop with Mummy later! hopefully, she'll buy for me foundation/compact powder. can't decide which one to buy yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: mummy said if i'm thinking of changing handphone, then sell my current one now before the value drops further, then when sister's line can re-contract, i can buy a new one. but what am i gonna use in the meantime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps: oh and Jannah's getting N97(WTH? i wanted this but not so much but still!) or maybe Blackberry(WTH?!). sighh. how come my sisters are getting all the good stuffs? and why in the world did i choose HTC?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-3021558196330705455?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/3021558196330705455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=3021558196330705455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/3021558196330705455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/3021558196330705455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='???'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-2722399737968953286</id><published>2009-11-01T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T03:01:28.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome &lt;3s</title><content type='html'>i slept over at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mak's&lt;/span&gt; place yesterday. it's been such a long time since i last slept over there. lol. it was awesome :D &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mak&lt;/span&gt; treated me, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uzma&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kak Aishah&lt;/span&gt; and baby &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ilham&lt;/span&gt; to Pizza Hut for lunch today. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, in the evening, i met up with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clozettiee&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yuyun&lt;/span&gt;. (: we headed to the library before having dinner at LJS. i'm so full now that the smell of food makes me wanna hurl. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/SxQWOlkVhCI/AAAAAAAAAO4/E9rggI3gKdM/s1600/IMAGE_259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/SxQWOlkVhCI/AAAAAAAAAO4/E9rggI3gKdM/s320/IMAGE_259.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409973492237304866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy donee. i'm so tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-2722399737968953286?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/2722399737968953286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=2722399737968953286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/2722399737968953286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/2722399737968953286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/11/awesome-3s_2984.html' title='Awesome &lt;3s'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/SxQWOlkVhCI/AAAAAAAAAO4/E9rggI3gKdM/s72-c/IMAGE_259.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687142.post-7212977277399397109</id><published>2009-11-01T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T01:39:48.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome &lt;3s</title><content type='html'>hellooo! i slept over at Mak's place yesterday(: the last time i slept there was soo long ago! lol. anws, Mak treated me, Uzma, Kak Aishah and baby Ilham to Pizza Hut for lunch. awesomeee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then later in the evening today, met up with Clozettiee and Yuyun and we went to the library before having dinner at LJS. i'm soo full lah and now the smell of food makes me feel like hurling. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/SxQDISZmkaI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Tt98VbMoho0/s1600/IMAGE_259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/SxQDISZmkaI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Tt98VbMoho0/s320/IMAGE_259.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409952493291868578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;donee. i'm so tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-7212977277399397109?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/7212977277399397109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=7212977277399397109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/7212977277399397109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/7212977277399397109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/11/awesome-3s.html' title='Awesome &lt;3s'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/SxQDISZmkaI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Tt98VbMoho0/s72-c/IMAGE_259.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687142.post-1872113570573516130</id><published>2009-11-01T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T03:04:41.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>testing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-1872113570573516130?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/1872113570573516130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=1872113570573516130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/1872113570573516130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/1872113570573516130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/11/testing.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-6196438643236781056</id><published>2009-11-01T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T01:45:40.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome &lt;3s</title><content type='html'>i slept over at Mak's place yesterday(: it's been so long since i last slept over. lol. anws, Mak treated me, Uzma, Kak Aishah and baby Ilham to Pizza Hut for lunch. awesomeee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws, today in the evening, i met up with Clozettiee and Yuyun. we headed to the library before having dinner at LJS. (: now i'm so full that the smell of food makes me feel like hurling. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/SxQEdJqlArI/AAAAAAAAAOw/UbAqkVZZ6R0/s1600/IMAGE_259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/SxQEdJqlArI/AAAAAAAAAOw/UbAqkVZZ6R0/s320/IMAGE_259.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409953951236031154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy donee. i'm so tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-6196438643236781056?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/6196438643236781056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=6196438643236781056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/6196438643236781056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/6196438643236781056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/11/awesome-3s_01.html' title='Awesome &lt;3s'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/SxQEdJqlArI/AAAAAAAAAOw/UbAqkVZZ6R0/s72-c/IMAGE_259.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687142.post-9196202405798238337</id><published>2009-10-31T04:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T04:20:52.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Broke Now</title><content type='html'>hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm stressed because i've yet to get a present for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nabisah&lt;/span&gt;. her party is today! i'm so screwed lah. i hate being broke. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be going to the party with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clozettiee&lt;/span&gt; later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'm trying to wake &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fathh&lt;/span&gt; up but she's either ignoring my calls or she's too fast asleep! all i'm getting is her voicemail saying, "hang up if you're not hugh jackman". wth seriously. haha. wake up you gundu! after marketing paper(marketing right?) kan ade date! &amp;amp;yes he is cute so wake up now bacin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-9196202405798238337?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/9196202405798238337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=9196202405798238337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/9196202405798238337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/9196202405798238337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/10/super-broke-now.html' title='Super Broke Now'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-534325956507485472</id><published>2009-10-30T08:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T09:10:17.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clozettiee &lt;3</title><content type='html'>i have a very annoying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;clozettiee&lt;/span&gt;. i.am.serious. sometimes, i just don't know whether to love or hate her. here's an example why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day, i asked her to accompany me to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Azza's&lt;/span&gt; house because i wanted to give &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Azza&lt;/span&gt; her birthday present. then the 3 of us chatted for awhile, not taking note of the time. by the time we wanted to move off, we're not sure whether the last train had took off so we decided to take a cab. i sent her home first because i was the one who's gonna pay for the cab fare, since i was the one who asked her to accompany me there. she wanted to pay half of the fare but i told her she don't have to for like a million times. then today kan, or rather yesterday, without me knowing, she transferred money into my bank account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu pun she didn't tell me straightaway, until at night, when a certain topic came up. before confessing, she asked me to promise not to do anything about what she did, or else she's not gonna tell me. so i promised lah because of course, i want to know what she did(HAHA). so now, i cannot return her the money because i promised not to do anything. annoying kan ni budak. super annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la in this example she's not that annoying. i just wanted to blog about this. haha. ok merepek lah. i've yet to get my sleep that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-534325956507485472?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/534325956507485472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=534325956507485472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/534325956507485472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/534325956507485472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/10/clozettiee-3.html' title='Clozettiee &lt;3'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-3226702158420540675</id><published>2009-10-29T02:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T03:18:11.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh</title><content type='html'>i'm extremely sad. the last thing i want is to be alone right now, because being alone sucks and i hate feeling lonely. but if i have no choice but to be alone, then at least let me make that choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-3226702158420540675?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/3226702158420540675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=3226702158420540675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/3226702158420540675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/3226702158420540675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/10/sigh.html' title='sigh'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-7417427230104204979</id><published>2009-10-28T08:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T09:01:28.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Like Essays</title><content type='html'>it's almost 9am and i've yet to go to bed. been meeting up with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clozettiee&lt;/span&gt; for the past few days to help her with her essay. i think it's a waste of her time, i swear. i don't think i'm of much help and i have a feeling the essay is all wrong and i'm so worried she's gonna fail. sighh. sorry &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clozettiee&lt;/span&gt;.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad i'm over doing essays, for now at least. just wait till i enroll into another course. i'll be back to stressing like crazy and whine to everybody, especially to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clozettiee&lt;/span&gt;(HAHA!), and then do the assignments and study last minute. hehhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-7417427230104204979?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/7417427230104204979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=7417427230104204979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/7417427230104204979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/7417427230104204979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-like-essays.html' title='Don&apos;t Like Essays'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-4138281113037184135</id><published>2009-10-25T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T05:53:58.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>42nddd!</title><content type='html'>today made up for my being depressed yesterday. was pms-ing ah confirm. sighh. i feel better today though(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait before i forget, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 42 months of friendship &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Clozettiee&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; thank you for the clip! but now i feel guilty because i kept pestering you for it, but you know i was always kidding all those time right? i just wanted to annoy you ah. haha. ok merepek lah. next time, buy me a condo okay? thank you in advance. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had an awesome time hanging out with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JiaHui&lt;/span&gt; yesterday. will blog about it soon! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be meeting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Azza&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raidah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Putri&lt;/span&gt; for movie tomorrow. excited! after which, i think i'll be meeting up with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clozettiee&lt;/span&gt; to accompany her do her assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-4138281113037184135?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/4138281113037184135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=4138281113037184135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/4138281113037184135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/4138281113037184135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/10/42nddd.html' title='42nddd!'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-2178894295529496165</id><published>2009-10-24T23:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T05:58:50.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depressed</title><content type='html'>i think i'm a horrible person. i was feeling all mean because it's annoying when it's supposed to be yours but it gets taken away and i don't like it one bit. then somehow, i found out the the reason it's taken away and i felt bad. really, i truly do feel bad. but still, a part of me can't let go of the fact that it's mine so really, it sums up that i'm just a horrible person. this problem of mine, i've yet to find the perfect person who would understand, or at least try to. someone who wouldn't judge me for being this way. it sucks to be all alone when i feel like this. where's everybody when i need some company to keep these thoughts at bay? sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i have to learn how to let things go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-2178894295529496165?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/2178894295529496165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=2178894295529496165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/2178894295529496165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/2178894295529496165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/10/depressed.html' title='Depressed'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-2163683158904922044</id><published>2009-10-24T07:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T07:06:53.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Knows?</title><content type='html'>guess i'm not going to drop by Mak's place. it's 7am already and finally i think i'll hit the bed now. anyhow, i'm depressed. and you know what's even more depressing? that i can't talk about it to anyone. at least not now because it's just too weird to talk about it. nevermind lah i'm just rambling. byeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-2163683158904922044?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/2163683158904922044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=2163683158904922044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/2163683158904922044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/2163683158904922044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/10/who-knows.html' title='Who Knows?'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-6706818555083743973</id><published>2009-10-24T05:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T05:49:39.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3 Ed Westwick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clozettiee&lt;/span&gt;, please update your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 20 minutes to 6am now and i've yet to hit the bed. i have to wake up at 10am later if i want to drop by Mak's place, if not then 12pm to meet &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JiaHui&lt;/span&gt; and stalk MinHo. hmm, not that excited much now that i'm in love with Ed Westwick already. haha. yes i'm that whatever. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-6706818555083743973?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/6706818555083743973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=6706818555083743973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/6706818555083743973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/6706818555083743973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/10/3-ed-westwick.html' title='&lt;3 Ed Westwick'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-7061258598739996749</id><published>2009-10-22T21:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T23:51:38.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sister's Keeper</title><content type='html'>watched My Sister's Keeper with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fathh&lt;/span&gt; earlier. (: she was the one who recommended me the book hence, it only makes sense that we watch the movie together. haha. anyhow, it was very good, and very sad also. i can't imagine knowing that my loved ones are going to die soon, i just can't. both me and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fathh&lt;/span&gt; cried, but that bacin worse ah! she was literally sobbing like crap and kept asking me for tissues when i've already told her i don't have any. it's not like the tissues are going to magically appear if you keep asking me for it you know. hahahha! sorry babe, i still love you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;also, i love my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;family!&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clozettiee!&lt;/span&gt;, my best girlfriends whom i've known since secondary school(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fathh&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TheSingles&lt;/span&gt;), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JiaHui&lt;/span&gt;, my SGH girlfriends(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Azza&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raidah&lt;/span&gt;) and the best guy friend i've ever had(but haven't been contacting for so long already) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bryan&lt;/span&gt;. not forgetting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yuyun&lt;/span&gt; who is already like a sister to me. i love you all so much really! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;I LOVE ED WESTWICK! &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/SuBowhQcxpI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Z4rH1FfceP8/s1600-h/Premiere%2BSisterhood%2BTraveling%2BPants%2B2%2BInside%2BEgnD9B2x3rll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/SuBowhQcxpI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Z4rH1FfceP8/s320/Premiere%2BSisterhood%2BTraveling%2BPants%2B2%2BInside%2BEgnD9B2x3rll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395427536360228498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn hot ahhhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-7061258598739996749?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/7061258598739996749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=7061258598739996749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/7061258598739996749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/7061258598739996749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-sisters-keeper.html' title='My Sister&apos;s Keeper'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/SuBowhQcxpI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Z4rH1FfceP8/s72-c/Premiere%2BSisterhood%2BTraveling%2BPants%2B2%2BInside%2BEgnD9B2x3rll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687142.post-225924545042633598</id><published>2009-10-22T02:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T05:43:26.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ed Westwick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/St9XRvDBH8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/l8-P9EN_nOw/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/St9XRvDBH8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/l8-P9EN_nOw/s320/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395126840811659202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise this is going to make me sound like a sad kid but, i will just faint if he ever look at me in the eye. can't find any picture that do justice to his sexy eye look. hehhh. oh and if that's not already more than enough, he have such an adorable British accent. i'm in love. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, i realised that i'll always be second/third/fourth best, in almost every aspect of my life. i've been trying so hard to be the best, but for now at least, i'll give it a rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-225924545042633598?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/225924545042633598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=225924545042633598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/225924545042633598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/225924545042633598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/10/ed-westwick.html' title='Ed Westwick'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/St9XRvDBH8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/l8-P9EN_nOw/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687142.post-6943065949999844599</id><published>2009-10-21T04:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T04:15:23.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burst</title><content type='html'>blair screwed up and now chuck is angry at her. now my bubble of chlair living happily ever after is burst. seeeee, this is why i avoid getting sucked in to tv shows. now that i'm up to date with the current episode, i'll go crazy waiting to see what will happen in the next episode. and oh, i have to wait till next week, thank you very much. pfft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-6943065949999844599?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/6943065949999844599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=6943065949999844599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/6943065949999844599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/6943065949999844599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/10/burst.html' title='Burst'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-8980369823225446585</id><published>2009-10-21T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T01:20:10.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Tell Me</title><content type='html'>awesome day out with Fathh. shall spell your name "Fathh" now because it's our nickname combined. i know right how sweet. whatever seh. hahaha. anyways, thank you for today(: i definitely miss those days when we talk/crap like no one's business and when you think you're so cool but so not lah. HAHA. just so you know, i really miss that and no matter how annoying you get to be, you know i'll always love you. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovelove,&lt;br /&gt;athh(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: you can be serena and me blair. now my chuck is waiting for me. hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-8980369823225446585?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/8980369823225446585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=8980369823225446585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/8980369823225446585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/8980369823225446585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-tell-me.html' title='You Tell Me'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-2557038475731511481</id><published>2009-10-20T10:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T10:49:14.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Know</title><content type='html'>i was about to go to sleep when Fathiah called. so now i'm skipping sleep and will be going out to accompany her study. what the hell Fathiah, i'm sacrificing my sleep for you so yes, that makes me the best friend ever. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-2557038475731511481?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/2557038475731511481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=2557038475731511481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/2557038475731511481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/2557038475731511481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-dont-know.html' title='I Don&apos;t Know'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-5836423065318555584</id><published>2009-10-20T06:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T08:53:00.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's No Title For This</title><content type='html'>i'm so confused. why can't it always be easy? why do things always get so complicated? it's giving me a headache. maybe, i hate to even think this, but... anyways, i think i have to go through this alone. for now at least, i think i can handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reality bites, gossip girl is what's keeping me sane right now. or maybe not, i want chuck and blair to be together please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.03am;&lt;br /&gt;ps: loves the ending of gossip girl season 2. oh well for blair's and chuck's character at least. chuck finally told blair he loves her. so sweeeeeeeeet! it makes me kinda not want to watch season 3 because i don't want to know if they'll break up. hey i like happy endings but knowing me, of course i'll continue watching the next season. okay bye now, season 3 here i come. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-5836423065318555584?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/5836423065318555584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=5836423065318555584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/5836423065318555584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/5836423065318555584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/10/theres-no-title-for-this.html' title='There&apos;s No Title For This'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-6909819320251222619</id><published>2009-10-18T20:54:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T00:46:11.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of popping balloons &amp; yummy brownie cake; Azza's 21st &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Here's a long post for you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raidah&lt;/span&gt;! hehhh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i am still feeling so so tired right now despite the 12 hours of sleep i've had. i only had 3 hours of sleep for the past 2 days because i was up all night/day watching Gossip Girl. now that the sister have the entire episodes on her hard drive, i don't have to wait for the episodes to load anymore when watching it online. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anways, yesterday was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Azza's&lt;/span&gt; 21st birthday party held at, erm... somewhere in Bukit Gombak. met up with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raidah&lt;/span&gt; first before heading there. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Azza's bf&lt;/span&gt; picked us up at Bukit Gombak mrt station and then we're off to the chalet to get the room key or something after which, we went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Azza's&lt;/span&gt; house to pick up the stuffs for the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raidah&lt;/span&gt; and I helped to set up the place, but i think all i did mostly were blowing the balloons, which kept popping by the way. hehh. guests started coming in around 8pm and that's when i started pigging out on the food. seriously, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raidah&lt;/span&gt; is my witness. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Azza&lt;/span&gt; cut her birthday cake around 9-ish, close to 10pm, and if i wasn't already so full and a bit tak tahu malu, i would have asked for another piece because it's so yummy! seriously &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Azza&lt;/span&gt;, i love the brownie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lah i don't know how to project the fun i had into words, but i had a really awesome time there. thank you for the invite &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Azza&lt;/span&gt;! &amp;amp; i hope you'll have an incredible 21 sweetie. love you babe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/Stsl1IOnxOI/AAAAAAAAALE/G2ngCSlL_sw/s1600-h/IMG_2726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" 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style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/Stsx3twilqI/AAAAAAAAAMM/K_YYvr2Ig-g/s320/IMG_2749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393959811952055970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/Stsz6rAxLrI/AAAAAAAAAMU/y3riWojfLq4/s1600-h/IMG_2750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/Stsz6rAxLrI/AAAAAAAAAMU/y3riWojfLq4/s320/IMG_2750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393962061777678002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg so sedap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/Sts2YS3l9rI/AAAAAAAAAMc/xo7lQCkxKAo/s1600-h/6919_1068020240406_1823081069_143336_576593_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" 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width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/Sts8_8iDkqI/AAAAAAAAAM8/MseIS2JCPqw/s320/6919_1068021840446_1823081069_143370_5754238_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393972047984693922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/SttBHNhffXI/AAAAAAAAANs/PZHCvxcx1OE/s1600-h/6919_1068022040451_1823081069_143375_5153941_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/SttBHNhffXI/AAAAAAAAANs/PZHCvxcx1OE/s320/6919_1068022040451_1823081069_143375_5153941_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393976570851327346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-6909819320251222619?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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Eric Winter is so cute eh! like seriously laaa. okay seriously he's cute. ok shut up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-5724159590342056250?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/5724159590342056250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=5724159590342056250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/5724159590342056250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/5724159590342056250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/10/eric-winter.html' title='Eric Winter'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-6395960486779900998</id><published>2009-10-13T03:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T03:16:00.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Junkies</title><content type='html'>okay i seriously need to stop eating so much. ever since i started working, i've been eating non-stop. junks after junks, sweet drinks after sweet drinks for 3 whole months. that is sick athirah, SICK. note to self: please cut down, i'm serious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-6395960486779900998?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/6395960486779900998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=6395960486779900998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/6395960486779900998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/6395960486779900998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-more-junkies.html' title='No More Junkies'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-2762928188869414807</id><published>2009-10-08T03:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T03:17:07.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Are You?</title><content type='html'>i know it sounds silly but i miss my necklace. it's my favourite and i just had to lose it. ok it's either i lost or misplaced it but either way, it's not here with me. &amp;amp;because of that, i'm so upset like crap and i'm going to be a very bitter person soon. i'm pretty sure if i really can't find it, i'm gonna get myself a new one BUT it won't feel the same. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-2762928188869414807?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/2762928188869414807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=2762928188869414807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/2762928188869414807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/2762928188869414807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-are-you.html' title='Where Are You?'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-1657289086452237747</id><published>2009-10-06T15:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T19:11:15.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updatesss</title><content type='html'>movie marathon-ed with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Azza&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raidah&lt;/span&gt; yesterday. it was awesome! i love great companies(: let's do more of these kay babes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't get to jalan raya with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TheSingles&lt;/span&gt; gfss this year. very sad, but hopefully next year all of us can make it, then i can show you my new house. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of my new house, i freaking can't wait to move! i miss having a room of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to SGH again today(went there yesterday but the supervisor was already out for lunch and i didn't have time to wait), cleared my locker and met up with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ayu&lt;/span&gt; for awhile before her shift starts. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random pictures taken on the last few days of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/Ssr3nZHceqI/AAAAAAAAAKc/PxQmzflMO5U/s1600-h/7722_158153426504_503166504_2500860_2727891_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/Ssr3nZHceqI/AAAAAAAAAKc/PxQmzflMO5U/s320/7722_158153426504_503166504_2500860_2727891_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389392160231291554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ones who stayed till the end(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/Ssr32AOFv5I/AAAAAAAAAKk/SrrwW_CrH0s/s1600-h/7722_158153441504_503166504_2500861_139230_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/Ssr32AOFv5I/AAAAAAAAAKk/SrrwW_CrH0s/s320/7722_158153441504_503166504_2500861_139230_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389392411246313362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we received roses from him! so sweet kan dia(: didn't take picture of the rose though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/Ssr5JuuruWI/AAAAAAAAAKs/6Dtnx7Gjnpg/s1600-h/7722_158153451504_503166504_2500863_4527452_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/Ssr5JuuruWI/AAAAAAAAAKs/6Dtnx7Gjnpg/s320/7722_158153451504_503166504_2500863_4527452_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389393849660193122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raidah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Azza&lt;/span&gt; and me with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Robert&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/Ssr5bNDDabI/AAAAAAAAAK0/WGb8Upricxs/s1600-h/7722_158153461504_503166504_2500865_5496170_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/Ssr5bNDDabI/AAAAAAAAAK0/WGb8Upricxs/s320/7722_158153461504_503166504_2500865_5496170_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389394149856471474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random picture with the guy whom we saw everyday at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/Ssr5rPA5x4I/AAAAAAAAAK8/VZVakJXQHsc/s1600-h/7722_158153556504_503166504_2500877_5750912_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/Ssr5rPA5x4I/AAAAAAAAAK8/VZVakJXQHsc/s320/7722_158153556504_503166504_2500877_5750912_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389394425262229378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you girls for the wonderful 3 months &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-1657289086452237747?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/1657289086452237747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=1657289086452237747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/1657289086452237747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/1657289086452237747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/10/updatesss.html' title='Updatesss'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/Ssr3nZHceqI/AAAAAAAAAKc/PxQmzflMO5U/s72-c/7722_158153426504_503166504_2500860_2727891_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9687142.post-6083386438150592680</id><published>2009-10-04T13:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T14:23:38.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loves</title><content type='html'>021009 was my last day of work at SOC. funny how 3 months can make such an impact on me. i never thought i'd bond so well with my colleagues. i remembered thinking, hey it's just 3 months, just get it over with. funny how now i want to keep working there, not so much of the job, but because i'll miss the girls for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Azza&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raidah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Putri &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Cik Asnah&lt;/span&gt;, thank you for being an awesome colleague and a friend to me. all of you are such darlings, and i love all of you so much! heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the list of things i'll miss:&lt;br /&gt;`giving out masks and stickers... a lil bit lah kay. haha.&lt;br /&gt;`going for tea breaks and lunches with the girls, usually with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Putri&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;`bitching and gossiping with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;`lookout for each other's eyecandies. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;`going to Housemen/TBM for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;`TBM's soya bean.&lt;br /&gt;`heading to Cheers for our daily chocolate fix. kan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raidah&lt;/span&gt;? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;`mainly, i'll just miss the girls. period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope we'll bump into each other again. insyallah. in the meantime, we still have our movie date and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Azza's&lt;/span&gt; 21st party to look forward to. take care girls(: love yous(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-6083386438150592680?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/6083386438150592680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=6083386438150592680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/6083386438150592680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/6083386438150592680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/10/loves.html' title='Loves'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-6993552887173741566</id><published>2009-09-30T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T23:12:43.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Feelings</title><content type='html'>my entries have been short lately. tak best ah. i like long posts. kay whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws, either tomorrow or Friday is going to be my last day of work. it was so unexpected ah. i was preparing myself for goodbyes on the 9th, but then, out of the blue, they told us that today is the last day they'll need us. thanks eh. but they're giving us 3 days notice, so ya back to workplace tomorrow. we'll be deployed to different places though. whatever seh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've no idea how sad i feel. i'm really going to miss the friends i've made there. i'm so used to seeing them everyday kay. just sometimes, i hate changes. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-6993552887173741566?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/6993552887173741566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=6993552887173741566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/6993552887173741566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/6993552887173741566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/09/mixed-feelings.html' title='Mixed Feelings'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-7212752781711869628</id><published>2009-09-28T22:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T23:00:31.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping Soon</title><content type='html'>TAK SUKE! :(&lt;br /&gt;you don't know, i know, everyone don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, get over it athirah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;if you haven't realise this already, i've been extremely whiny lately. dah kenape niii? ok as usual nothing to blog about. I LOVE ALL MY FRIENDS. HEHE. random seh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-7212752781711869628?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/7212752781711869628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=7212752781711869628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/7212752781711869628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/7212752781711869628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/09/sleeping-soon.html' title='Sleeping Soon'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-7495380074190368073</id><published>2009-09-27T15:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T15:07:15.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wondering...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;250909&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 41st &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Clozettiee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;270909&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going out in a bit. my right eye is a little swollen, i don't know why. anws, i feel so restless. i want to hope for the best but i'm just too afraid i'll end up disappointed again. please god, give me a chance. amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-7495380074190368073?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/7495380074190368073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=7495380074190368073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/7495380074190368073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/7495380074190368073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/09/wondering.html' title='Wondering...'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-992254136574757656</id><published>2009-09-23T22:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T22:22:23.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crushcrushed</title><content type='html'>this happens everytime. now why aren't i immune to it already?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-992254136574757656?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/992254136574757656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=992254136574757656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/992254136574757656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/992254136574757656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/09/crushcrush.html' title='Crushcrushed'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-1168595839812322705</id><published>2009-09-21T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T00:25:44.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bummed</title><content type='html'>don't want to go to work tomorrow. (x infinity)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sooo do not want to go i feel like crying :(&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to go raya visiting either.&lt;br /&gt;i just want to stay home please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-1168595839812322705?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/1168595839812322705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=1168595839812322705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/1168595839812322705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/1168595839812322705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/09/bummed.html' title='Bummed'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-4804356566972103859</id><published>2009-09-20T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T01:12:00.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lovelove(:</title><content type='html'>Selamat Hari Raya everyone! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws, not gonna blog much because honestly, there's nothing to talk about. although i did have fun today, especially at Mak's house. i love them all so much&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to upload pictures to Facebook but it's taking forever to upload even one picture lah. the file size is not even that big seh. i guess a lot of us are uploading our Raya pictures? hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-4804356566972103859?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/4804356566972103859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=4804356566972103859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/4804356566972103859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/4804356566972103859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/09/lovelove.html' title='lovelove(:'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-632345586405845940</id><published>2009-09-17T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T22:56:06.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Title For Today</title><content type='html'>so annoying! eh eh eh?! sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loved the meetup with TheSingles gfs yesterday. broke our fast at Royals Cafe&lt;3. had a simple birthday celebration for Syaza(: chilled at Esplanade for awhile before heading home. was damn sleepy the entire time. i love them girls so much(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-632345586405845940?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/632345586405845940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=632345586405845940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/632345586405845940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/632345586405845940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-title-for-today.html' title='No Title For Today'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-778006646290037743</id><published>2009-09-15T00:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T00:50:07.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Syaza!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 20th &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siti Syaza Liyana Bte Daud&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; hehehe. the 5th TheSingles Gf to turn 20! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lepas ni my turn.&lt;/span&gt; hahaha. okay anws, HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEETIE! have fun on this special day of yours and of course, more fun to come when we meet for our break fast meet up kay(: love you gf(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;athh(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-778006646290037743?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/778006646290037743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=778006646290037743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/778006646290037743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/778006646290037743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-syaza.html' title='Happy Birthday Syaza!'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-2838200135070227973</id><published>2009-09-11T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T23:27:53.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>i had fun breaking fast with the SOC girlfriends just now! we went to OjoLali(don't know how to spell lah), &amp;amp; i love the ayam bakar lah! so nicee! i'm thinking of going there again real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, up to date, i've break fast with all my girlfriends except for TheSingles! i think this year tak menjadi kot. that's sad lah. i miss them kay. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm lazy to upload pictures, most of them are on facebook though so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-2838200135070227973?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/2838200135070227973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=2838200135070227973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/2838200135070227973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/2838200135070227973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/09/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-1553863623804052058</id><published>2009-08-30T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T00:45:04.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>i'm gonna go birthday shopping for someone as soon as the pay rolls in. hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-1553863623804052058?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/1553863623804052058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=1553863623804052058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/1553863623804052058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/1553863623804052058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-3178979208806643661</id><published>2009-08-30T16:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T16:38:14.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayu Turned 20 Today</title><content type='html'>i'm such a loser for thinking Ayu's birthday is on the last day of August -_-" hence i didn't wish her at midnight this year, like i always do. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bengap lah aku ni&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 20th &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seri Rahayu&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; i hope you'll have a fabulous time and i love you because you're such a great friend to have(: i'll see you soon! have an awesome birthday kay. loves&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;athh(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-3178979208806643661?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/3178979208806643661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=3178979208806643661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/3178979208806643661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/3178979208806643661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/08/ayu-turned-20-today.html' title='Ayu Turned 20 Today'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-887256210142336066</id><published>2009-08-30T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T00:32:47.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Look Around And Nobody's There</title><content type='html'>whenever i'm feeling this low, i find myself missing JiaHui(not that i don't miss her when i'm happy, i just miss her a little bit more when i'm depressed). haha. maybe it's because when i'm out with her, i feel lighter. i find myself relaxed and carefree even when my heart feels heavy with negativities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truth is, what i'm feeling now, i know no one can understand why i'm feeling this way. unless, you're exactly like me, then we can relate, but i doubt i'll even find someone similar to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess this is an another one of those situations which i have to face by myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-887256210142336066?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/887256210142336066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=887256210142336066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/887256210142336066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/887256210142336066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-you-look-around-and-nobodys-there.html' title='When You Look Around And Nobody&apos;s There'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-4946302426479265894</id><published>2009-08-28T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T23:43:17.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screwed Ah</title><content type='html'>i kinda screwed up installing my McAfee software. see, it can be installed to 3 computers, but i installed, re-installed, re-installed again because i got confused because everything was so confusing and left me annoyed in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if the 3 uses are used up, sorry &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Clozettiee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Nina&lt;/b&gt;! hopefully there's still 2 uses left lah. sorry kay :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-4946302426479265894?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/4946302426479265894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=4946302426479265894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/4946302426479265894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/4946302426479265894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/08/screwed-ah.html' title='Screwed Ah'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-5679838348265173231</id><published>2009-08-28T20:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T21:45:57.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Calm After The PMS</title><content type='html'>today was great, simply because i felt better than i did yesterday. although in the morning i was still in pms mode, it went away as the day goes by. plus work was slack lah. the slackest Friday i've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, i can't wait for next week because there's plans to break fast with all my girlfriends! how awesome(: hopefully all menjadi because i really miss all of them already! &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Clozettiee&lt;/span&gt;, your previous post is very touching and sweet(: &amp;amp;totally unexpected. haha. i know some parts of your life had been harsh, but look, through it all, you're still standing. there's going to be a lot more "falling" moments to come, but i strongly believe(chey dah macam social studies) that you'll pick yourself up no matter what. plus you have your family, bezttiee, clozettiee(oh wait that's me) and friends to help you along the way. we're all always going to be there for you kay(: unless i migrate after i marry MinHo but still there's always msn and video call. haha. okay bye i'll see you tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-5679838348265173231?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/5679838348265173231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=5679838348265173231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/5679838348265173231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/5679838348265173231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/08/calm-after-pms.html' title='The Calm After The PMS'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-1742955426730370349</id><published>2009-08-27T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:53:03.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Definitely PMS</title><content type='html'>i hate hate hate pms. it'll either get me pissed at everybody or make me feel so emotional that i feel like crying at every single thing. this time round, it's the latter. very annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needless to say, i've been very moody and cranky these few days. i talk and laugh half-heartedly. i don't even talk or laugh at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i feel like doing is to sit in a cinema and watch movies one after another while munching on nachos and wolfing down B&amp;J ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dah lah. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-1742955426730370349?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/1742955426730370349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=1742955426730370349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/1742955426730370349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/1742955426730370349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/08/definitely-pms.html' title='Definitely PMS'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-4566810661656029622</id><published>2009-08-25T20:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T20:45:56.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fortyyyyyy.</title><content type='html'>Happy 40(th!) months of friendship &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Clozettiee&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;athhh(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-4566810661656029622?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/4566810661656029622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=4566810661656029622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/4566810661656029622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/4566810661656029622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/08/fortyyyyyy.html' title='Fortyyyyyy.'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-4964949172361658948</id><published>2009-08-23T05:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T05:50:18.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning(:</title><content type='html'>hellooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a hard time waking up for sahur just now even though i slept kinda early. ok well earlier than i usually sleep when i'm working the next day. now that i'm awake though, i don't feel like going back to sleep. but i think i will lah soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so happy i drank coffee just now. hopefully my brain won't keep pounding like it did yesterday. i used to not believe that coffee can get you addicted. but now my head hurts whenever i don't drink it early in the morning. i still think it's a coincidence though. like maybe my lack of sleep is the main reason for the headache. kay whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm twice as happy that i can sleep now and not wake up at 6.30am. hehhehe. bye all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-4964949172361658948?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/4964949172361658948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=4964949172361658948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/4964949172361658948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/4964949172361658948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-morning.html' title='Good Morning(:'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-7541988070588941718</id><published>2009-08-22T16:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T16:39:24.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When everyday feels so bleak.</title><content type='html'>kay i know i said in the previous post that i'll post pictures, but the thought of uploading them to Blogger is a torture. not that it takes very long to upload but the very idea of posting them is too much. i'm too tired to even think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am moodless and mentally tired these few days, causing me to just zone out. when i'm watching the screen at work, i'm either daydreaming or almost falling asleep. Putri always catch me doing that! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm going to take a nap now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh &amp;amp; Happy Fasting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-7541988070588941718?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/7541988070588941718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=7541988070588941718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/7541988070588941718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/7541988070588941718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-everyday-feels-so-bleak.html' title='When everyday feels so bleak.'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><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-9687142.post-5975399254473685502</id><published>2009-08-18T22:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T23:45:12.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>i still can't get over how much you've changed. needless to say, i feel sad but mostly, just turned off. i feel mean for feeling that way but i guess i can't help it. maybe it's not that you've changed, maybe i just didn't realise your true self all these while. oh well, i hope you'll have a happy life because i don't see us getting along like how we used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, been busy with work. cheyy. more like i'll be damn shagged every night after work. anyhow, let me just wish my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mummy&lt;/span&gt; a Happy Belated 44th! celebrated her birthday over at MadJack. the food was alright. i'll give it a 3 out of 5. haha. anws, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE YOU A WHOLE LOT MOTHER!&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't take any picture with her though. selenge kan aku tahu. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures with the annoying &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;2nd sister&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/SorBDmyBN_I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ZjH5SuvOSbA/s1600-h/IMG_2364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/SorBDmyBN_I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ZjH5SuvOSbA/s320/IMG_2364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371317773286848498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/SorBVvkJIII/AAAAAAAAAKE/FkBl5vn3Loc/s1600-h/IMG_2375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/SorBVvkJIII/AAAAAAAAAKE/FkBl5vn3Loc/s320/IMG_2375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371318084882210946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest are up on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day, i met up with TheSingles girlfriends for a quick meet up dinner at Simpang Bedok. simply put, it was awesome(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/SorCUO2GA9I/AAAAAAAAAKM/2PRNoDXVKaw/s1600-h/IMG_2343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/SorCUO2GA9I/AAAAAAAAAKM/2PRNoDXVKaw/s320/IMG_2343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371319158430893010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/SorCmlKI_ZI/AAAAAAAAAKU/FDzzfrbaDZo/s1600-h/IMG_2345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/SorCmlKI_ZI/AAAAAAAAAKU/FDzzfrbaDZo/s320/IMG_2345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371319473658199442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay the next post, i'll upload random pictures taken with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Clozettiee&lt;/span&gt; after work. i'm so hungry now, i'm gonna eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9687142-5975399254473685502?l=of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/5975399254473685502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9687142&amp;postID=5975399254473685502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/5975399254473685502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9687142/posts/default/5975399254473685502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://of-pastpresentfuture.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>Athirah Mustaffa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufj8KJ35XY8/SorBDmyBN_I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ZjH5SuvOSbA/s72-c/IMG_2364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
