<?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-5432432</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:44:57.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me, myself and I</title><subtitle type='html'>Place where I'm gonna describe what had happen.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>211</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-109504029679629265</id><published>2004-09-13T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T09:51:36.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Been updating at ayuyu.multiply.com as well. Can't open this site at home. No mood to type out at the moment.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/109504029679629265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/109504029679629265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109504029679629265' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-109461114446057832</id><published>2004-09-08T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T10:39:04.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AARGGGGGHHHH!!!! I'm so angry!!!! mayb because I had a late lunch that why I'm more aggigated. Got tons to think about.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/109461114446057832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/109461114446057832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109461114446057832' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-109451400649164488</id><published>2004-09-07T07:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T07:40:06.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just found out some1 been readin my enteries.... HELLOOOO....I'm worried. Very worried. I donno how can I help Hendera. Things are not looking too good for him, and I feel like my hands are tied on my back. He wanna change, goddamit! he been a good boy sor the past 2 months, and I'm proud of him. But his past is catching up with him. His past now has not been only bothering him, but his sis and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/109451400649164488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/109451400649164488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109451400649164488' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-109443100327642569</id><published>2004-09-06T08:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T08:36:43.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ika's grandma passed away yesterday. My condolences and prayers are to the family.  Feel for all of you...Went to CausewayPoint wif Lydia after that. Had brunch and went window shopping. It was fun. Gal, its ok to be dating older guys...trust me.Went to the Pasar malam with chacha, jannah, dayah, dilly n mom that nite. Bummped into Ashurah, Isma, Nisha wif her husband and baby. Nisha's baby </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/109443100327642569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/109443100327642569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109443100327642569' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-109425946129490519</id><published>2004-09-04T08:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T08:57:41.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The week in summary:1) went on cruise on tuesday, had fun. It was teacher's day celebration on that day. Ate alot. Kids gave me gifts.... so sweet... Grandpa was hospitalised.2) Went to polyclinic on wednesday, got scolding fro the doctor. Told to go back to my preventor medication. Realised I'm having fever. Got MC for 2 days, but didn't took it.3) Went to work on thursday. Did a bit of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/109425946129490519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/109425946129490519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109425946129490519' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-109408892477959278</id><published>2004-09-02T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T09:35:24.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where can I turn to let this tears flow?Where can I lend to lighten the load?Where can I touch,to feel the love I need so?Where can I be, just to be happy and me.I penned these down just a few minutes ago... actually while I'm typin in my reports. Wish I could take MC as the doctor recommended. Got so much I wanna say, but i just cant say it out...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/109408892477959278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/109408892477959278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109408892477959278' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-109382831695512498</id><published>2004-08-30T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T09:11:56.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Was at a workshop for the weekend. Told her that I let her go. If she sees our friendship as just something to fill up the time she was not with her, so be it. But I'm sad, very sad. Went out wif Hidayah on sunday. Brought her to Hereen and far East. Bought her a skirt and a tie. I bought a pink sari kurta.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/109382831695512498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/109382831695512498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109382831695512498' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-109369963539865204</id><published>2004-08-28T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T21:27:15.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Breaking The Habit by Linkin Park Memories consume like opening the wound I'm picking me apart againYou all assume, I'm safe here in my roomUnless I try to start againI don't want to be the one the battles always choose'Cause inside I realize that I'm the one confusedI don't know what's worth fighting forOr why I have to screamI don't know why I instigateAnd say what I don't meanI</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/109369963539865204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/109369963539865204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109369963539865204' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-109348894240065521</id><published>2004-08-26T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T10:55:42.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Feeling sick.... very sick... there is like a jelly like lump in my throat. My eyes are watery and painful... my hands feel cold, my forehead feels warm... and i'm hungry....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/109348894240065521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/109348894240065521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109348894240065521' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-109341491612107622</id><published>2004-08-25T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T14:21:56.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I pissed off. Very pissed off. I hate it! People always treats me like a dispensible object. They will only come up to me, running up to me all nice and stuffs when they have no one else or in need of my help. When they get what they want, they totally forget about me, leaving me high and dry.Dont people know that I have feelings too? Dont they know that I have a heart? You want me to be nice </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/109341491612107622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/109341491612107622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109341491612107622' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-109340745941099686</id><published>2004-08-25T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T12:17:39.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Did more work. Did more thinking. I wonder and I pounder...Getting sleepy. Been feverish for almost a week. Must stand on and strong.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/109340745941099686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/109340745941099686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109340745941099686' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-109324421742633875</id><published>2004-08-23T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T14:56:57.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I did it. I had submitted my application form for the diploma in  interactive media. Man... i wish I'll know whether what I am doing is right. Wazzup wif my frens? Can the let it rest? I'm ok being single rite now, so stop nagging at me k? So what if i'm not getting married like u guys, I got other things to think about rite now. Now... must start saving money for things i want..... like a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/109324421742633875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/109324421742633875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109324421742633875' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-109322818183246139</id><published>2004-08-23T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T10:29:41.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel I had been selfish. Very selfish. I was not being thankful with what I have...I....am crying....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/109322818183246139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/109322818183246139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109322818183246139' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-109301370258415788</id><published>2004-08-20T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T22:55:02.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Did quite a bit of marking for the CA papers. My Pri 1 did badly, so is Aisha's class. My Pri 3 is still about the same, my pri 4 improved. Have not completed marking my Pri 2s, you can say I want to avoid reality as long as possible... heheheDid I mentioned that 3 pri 5 girls were very sweet? I invigilate their class yesterday, and they saw how much I was in pain. And they actually got me a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/109301370258415788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/109301370258415788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109301370258415788' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-109292790331324957</id><published>2004-08-19T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T23:05:03.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went to hospital, and the doctor didnt see much obvious problems. So he gave me some medications to consume and come back next mth to see how things goes.Feeling down... y u ask? well... I donno. I know i'm not in love. The guy I find attractive doesnt see me as so. And just now I just recive a sms from another guy professing his feelings for me. And I'm not interested.I know i had did some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/109292790331324957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/109292790331324957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109292790331324957' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-109281195507352787</id><published>2004-08-18T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T14:52:35.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went to A&amp;E yesterday because of my knees. Got appointment to see a specialist tomolo. Today is my paper, and I'm not in school. I'm frustrated as you can. I hate to be so weak and in pain. I want to be strong and active.Got a memo at work which is offering another diploma, Diploma in Interactive media.... something which i really wanted since young. wait... I'm not that old, but you get my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/109281195507352787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/109281195507352787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109281195507352787' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-109249650559178287</id><published>2004-08-14T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T23:15:05.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Feel like puking now. I learnt my lesson, no more ice milo wif rice.Went to my science lecture just now. She's great... The lecturer I mean. It was tolerable.Then met up wif mom, Dilly, Jannah, Hidayah and Chacha. Went for dinner... oklah. the normal place.Found out that my relative's husband past away this morning due to an accident. They just got married last yr and has a 9 mth old child. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/109249650559178287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/109249650559178287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109249650559178287' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-109240941230595040</id><published>2004-08-13T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T23:03:32.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its been a whirlwind day for me. I have no idea how could my aching feet and knees survive this. At work, I was on my feet the whole day, running here and there, climbing up and down, it was hell I guess.Then I went to meet Dilly for lunch at Komala's at city hall. Then we went to Cineliesiaue to catch " The Village". There are so many twist and turns in the movies... I LIKE!!!! Anyone agrees?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/109240941230595040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/109240941230595040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109240941230595040' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-109232529337957721</id><published>2004-08-12T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T23:41:33.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My knees are aching all over again.  Hendera advised me to go for the hospital check up, but he insited that I go to SGH instead of CGH. He has his reasons, and i understand them. But the thought of me being cut open and being whellchair-bound again is too much for me to bear. Sigh...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/109232529337957721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/109232529337957721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109232529337957721' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-109232487069957674</id><published>2004-08-12T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T23:34:30.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving on a Jetplane</title><summary type='text'>Leaving on a Jetplaneby Björkoohall my bags are packedi'm ready to goi'm standing hereoutside your doori hate to wake you up to say good byebut the dawn is breakingits early mornthe taxis waitinghe's blowing his hornalready i'm so lonesome i could die*CHORUSSo kiss me and smile for metell me that you'll wait for mehold me like you'll never let me go'cause i'm leaving on a jet </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/109232487069957674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/109232487069957674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109232487069957674' title='Leaving on a Jetplane'/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-109222288008587337</id><published>2004-08-11T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T19:14:40.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went to a sengseh, thanks to Suharni. That fella works wonders i guess. Earlier, I cant even stand up straight, now i feel like i can run already. But still abit gorggy from the long bus ride from work to bedok reservoir. U know me, I cant take long bus rides. I get giddy n feel like puking. If all is well by tomolo ( when I can remove the bandage) I think I shall call the hospital to cancel my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/109222288008587337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/109222288008587337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109222288008587337' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-109180731131819954</id><published>2004-08-06T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T23:48:31.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My knees are killing me with numbing sensation. the doctor says i may need another surgery. I hate the thought of it. I hate being stuck in a wheelchair again. Please pray for my swift recovery.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/109180731131819954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/109180731131819954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109180731131819954' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-109153171343415587</id><published>2004-08-03T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T19:15:13.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its already 1 year since the invasion. I never thought I will survive this long. I never thought I will still am in one piece, I think I still am.Many things had happened to me in the past 1 yr, the bad and the good... but i'm really thankful that I am working here. The kids really are the pillars of my dying soul then, and now the the little candles which brighten up my dark lonely life.Met </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/109153171343415587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/109153171343415587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109153171343415587' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-108831299497772035</id><published>2004-06-27T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T13:09:54.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its been a while since I got around in updating this blog. Alot of things That I have found out, learnt, experinced. to be continued</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108831299497772035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108831299497772035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108831299497772035' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-108754271934033706</id><published>2004-06-18T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T15:11:59.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Feeling bored, been thinking as well...1 thing I know is that I want to get my life back into 1 piece and forge on. I still have my low moments, still get my flashbacks and stuffs, but still working on it. I am working to try to regain my confidence back, but it ain't easy. Strange, but i'm missing people whom I dont expect that I will miss. Miss the people who would call me late at night and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108754271934033706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108754271934033706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108754271934033706' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-108745664085443900</id><published>2004-06-17T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T15:17:20.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just came back from camp yesterday. I was very tired that i feel into deep sleep by 7.30pm. I didn't wake up till about near 7am the today. I was really wiped out.The camp was fun, the kids enjoyed themselves and so did I. I know there were some problems cropeed up, but it was not noticeable to us the facilitators as well as to the psrticipants. That is very good.The camp is filled with many </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108745664085443900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108745664085443900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108745664085443900' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-108688136134304029</id><published>2004-06-10T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T23:29:21.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Been working hard on my assignment report, not much success yet. Still struggling through, must succed.Went out with Joo tiang just now. Its nice to see her again. Been friends since secondary 1. We had seen each other grow, in many many ways. Its been over a year since we last saw each other. Both been busy, especially me. (still finding time for me to really slack) She looks better than the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108688136134304029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108688136134304029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108688136134304029' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-108676853585730033</id><published>2004-06-09T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T16:08:55.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sent my grandpa to airport just now. He and 2 of my cuzs going to Umraah (small prilgamage). Remy went off the same time n plane as them. Saw him, and he greeted me. That look in his eyes... I donno what to say. But it makes me feel like crying. I still do. I donno what to sya about this feeling I have for him inside.My computer's A drive and printer aint working. So will need to go to school </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108676853585730033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108676853585730033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108676853585730033' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-108652580579145977</id><published>2004-06-06T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T20:43:25.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1 thing I know, I don't want to hurt no more. But its so hard fighting it alone. Each time I pick myself up ang think I'm ready to fight, there must be something or someone pushing me down again. I donno how long I will last this time before giving up.My chest been hurting like mad these days. And it had not stopped since last night while I was talking to Fai. Didn't tell him, don't want him to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108652580579145977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108652580579145977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108652580579145977' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-108649312455904601</id><published>2004-06-06T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T11:38:44.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went to work in the morning, class in the afternoon, and gandpa's place for a religious feast. It was nice to see all my relatives again. Talked to fai gain. Hope your convinced by my theories. But its all up to you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108649312455904601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108649312455904601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108649312455904601' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-108625984594523990</id><published>2004-06-03T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T18:50:45.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I worte this just now while I was at the beach alone:parut yg berdarah kembalimenawarkan hatikerana pilu hatikumengenangkan mutidak kah kau tahubila ku berimu hatikuia untuk selamanya?tapi kau menikamnyaberulang-ulang kalidengan suka relasekarang, akan ku membawa diritak tahu kemana kan ku pergiuntuk berhentikan perdarahan di hatidan menahan air mata yang mengalirku berdoasemoga </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108625984594523990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108625984594523990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108625984594523990' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-108591274188970834</id><published>2004-05-30T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T18:25:41.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Superman by Five For Fighting I can't stand to flyI'm not that naiveI'm just out to findThe better part of meI'm more than a birdI'm more than a planeMore than some pretty face beside a trainAnd it's not easy to be meWish that I could cryFall upon my kneesFind a way to lie'Bout a home I'll never seeIt may sound absurdBut don't be naiveEven heroes have the right to bleedI may</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108591274188970834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108591274188970834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108591274188970834' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-108565608088888362</id><published>2004-05-27T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T19:08:00.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Been singing Brian McKnight's One last cry alot these days. Been very busy with work n studies as well. I kept feeling extremly exhasuted alot thse days. And very stressed. Met up with Nyzam on tuesday. We went riding on his new KTM scrambler. At last my dream since I was about 15 to ride a scrambler came true. It was great fun. Only climbing up it and climbing down was a hassle. I am no matter</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108565608088888362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108565608088888362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108565608088888362' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-108493535225295258</id><published>2004-05-19T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T10:55:52.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hiazzz</title><summary type='text'>It ended. I thought our discussion will lead to a soulution that we will work things out, but he wants it to end. I'm hungry and I'm depressed.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108493535225295258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108493535225295258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108493535225295258' title='hiazzz'/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-108435633572930793</id><published>2004-05-12T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T18:05:35.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its been already into the 3rd day i'm in a relationship with Is. Somehow, he seems different from all the other guys I've dated or gotten to know; and it aint a bad thing. Just that I'm not use to it I guess. But I think I like it now better... hehehe.The kids are in their exams week, so things are quite relax. Been hoping for an inspiration to study myself. Tomolo I'll be having a little mini </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108435633572930793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108435633572930793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108435633572930793' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-108411336798698669</id><published>2004-05-09T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T22:39:23.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everytime by Britney Spears  Notice me, take my hand Why are we strangers when Our love is strong Why carry on without me Everytime I try to fly, I fall Without my wings, I feel so small I guess I need you, baby And everytime I see you in my dreams I see your face, it's haunting me I guess I need you, baby I make believe that you are here It's the only way I see clear What have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108411336798698669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108411336798698669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108411336798698669' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-108409913514304819</id><published>2004-05-09T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T18:42:10.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Having such bad headaches since last night. Felt close to collasping this morning on the way to class. Mayb its due to the heat, or that because I just started studying again, or due to the fact that tomolo are maths examinations for my students and I am very nervous in their performance tomolo.  Stresss...Was watching Brandy's MTV special about her pregnancy and giving birth. Suddenly I feel </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108409913514304819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108409913514304819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108409913514304819' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-108402134934701513</id><published>2004-05-08T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T21:05:44.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I wonder to myself why do I keep an online journal? A journal is suppose to be this private thing where you are able to express yourself truly. But what is the use of a journal when you know someone else will be reading its entry and you fear to rite something may hurt the feelings of others? I also wonder why I still religously type in an entry whenever I have the time.Feeling very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108402134934701513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108402134934701513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108402134934701513' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-108382841048398047</id><published>2004-05-06T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T15:30:03.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My mind is clearer now. Remy will not be back in my life. Thought he chaged for the better when he asked me again, but looks like he has not. Sorry, I have enough pain from you... I want out.With all the time I have from invigilating, I did a lot of thinking. I also then realised that I have actually a wonderful guy friend who is so paitent, gentleman, a boy next door, and I did not noticed. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108382841048398047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108382841048398047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108382841048398047' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-108366843857154380</id><published>2004-05-04T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T19:03:22.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At last the PC is back in working order... YEAH!!! The stupid worm made the pc more like a cupboard showcase piece instead of its importance. Now that its ok again... I can do alot of work.I had been giving a lot of thought about the visions that I had recived. Talked to my elder trusted collgue about it, and listened to her views. And I guess, what she says is true. I had also generalised the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108366843857154380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108366843857154380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108366843857154380' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-108336576612112657</id><published>2004-05-01T06:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T06:59:13.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Could not sleep well. Kept coughing with heavy but difficult breathing. So I wake up early and did some work. Created a new Imam rooster for my class. Did my lessonplan as well. Now i think i should clean up my room a little then proceed to do some marking. Still feeling a hollow knowing that I had loose a good fren. Dumb yati! You and your bign Mouth!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108336576612112657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108336576612112657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108336576612112657' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-108334169141401691</id><published>2004-05-01T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T00:17:58.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just came back from the night class. Its my first day of lessons. Doing a part-time diploma in Education, fully sponsored by MUIS. It is a bit of a getting used to since I had a break of almost a year from studing. The lecturer was good and captivating. He's this guy from Aussie. Got a lot of work to do.Still no news from that fren of mine... its very heart-breaking. Well... there is just so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108334169141401691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108334169141401691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108334169141401691' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-108330708650008830</id><published>2004-04-30T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T14:41:13.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was a very bad and stressful day for me. A lot of things happened to my little babies. Played mommy and nurse to them. Was told last minute to hand in a report by today, so i rusehed through it. Haizz....Had a big misunderstanding with a fren that I treasure very much. Now that fren of mine do not want to be frens wif me anymore. Now that is very heartbreaking for me coz I really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108330708650008830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108330708650008830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108330708650008830' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-108307724490990227</id><published>2004-04-27T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T22:50:28.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I donno why, but suddenly i got this painful worrisome gut feeling over my friend, Fai. I felt like something bad is happening to him, and I have no way to contact him. Oh Allah, please protect my friend. May you keep him safe from any danger whatsoever. Amin...It was an interesting day today. Early in the morning, All of Zulfaqar's teachers (which include yours) had a meeting with his parents.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108307724490990227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108307724490990227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108307724490990227' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-108298012451034770</id><published>2004-04-26T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T19:51:47.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Which Royalty Are You? Find out! By Nishi.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108298012451034770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108298012451034770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108298012451034770' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-108297939187258259</id><published>2004-04-26T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T19:39:34.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went out with Rahimah yesterday. We went to the Concourse to get her student's stuffs, to Geylang market to get my stuffs then to tampines for Ice cream and CD shopping. We also did a little *Ahem* shopping. It was fun. We laughed and got to know each other alot better. And now, we gonna go Johore next week together. YEAh!Chacha, Jannah, Hidayah and Cik As came over for dinner as I was treating</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108297939187258259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108297939187258259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108297939187258259' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-108285348246912899</id><published>2004-04-25T08:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T08:41:03.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had a very very stressful and busy week. It begins with full of unhappines, but yesterday, everything makes all well. Life is funny I guess. They will give you all those great hits, then when you are at the point of giving up, they give you 1 more big hit before a sweet ending.Last saturday, my grandpa was admittied to the hospital coz he fainted at the provision shop. Was at the hospital the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108285348246912899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108285348246912899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108285348246912899' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-108195220958273811</id><published>2004-04-14T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T22:19:40.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today has been swethering hot. Began perspiring rite afther my shower. An for example rite now, here I am sitting with a fan facing me, after a shower, but I am perspiring like mad. I can feel sweat froming on my back. And what to do, I usally get very very sleepy when its hot, my form of hibernation I guess, hehehehe.My back was so sticky with sweat the whole day today. I could not remember a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108195220958273811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108195220958273811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108195220958273811' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-108166909484897892</id><published>2004-04-11T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T15:41:02.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I do not like to read the malay papers. Not only because I have a weak interest in the language, but because the news are usually rather stale and not very important, at least to my prespective. But what I read in yesterday's edition really blew my top. The was a small report about an accident involving a local comedian (to tell you the truth, I don't find him that very funny) and my cuz. He </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108166909484897892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108166909484897892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108166909484897892' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-108159135165547812</id><published>2004-04-10T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T18:05:18.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don't want to wirte it down here about this, but i guess i have to. For the past 4 days, i keep seeing the invasion keep playing again and again infront of my eyes. Its very scary. I'm scared. All the old fears that i was able to comprehened before keep coming back again. It got very bad since yesterday. Since I saw Fadly Awaludin in that cap of his. The same as the invader's. I'm having the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108159135165547812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108159135165547812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108159135165547812' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-108142227472927524</id><published>2004-04-08T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T19:11:55.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Told Is about the invasion. I believe he needs to know. He was talking to me along the lines of relationships, and before things gets to serious or anything, I believe that its better i be frank with him now. At least if do not want to be my 'friend' anymore, it woun't hurt so bad as later.So far he says that no matter what, we are still friends. I think he changed his mine about realtionships.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108142227472927524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108142227472927524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108142227472927524' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-108133454199647289</id><published>2004-04-07T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T18:45:05.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back in school today after 2 days of MC. So much work to do. And still i'm updating here.... Haiz...The kids keep asking me why i'm not in school for the past two days, some saying they miss me and stuffs. Haiz.. kids will be kids...Settled Amir Syafiq and Amalina Angullia's study contracts, help out in the primary 2 performance for this friday, which was practicallay nothing done, tried to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108133454199647289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108133454199647289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108133454199647289' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-108123472481540089</id><published>2004-04-06T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T15:01:26.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My body still very weak n shaking like a leaf in a heavy hail storm. Being able to sit up is an achievement to me for the day. I'm fighting hard to stay alive. Fighting hard to survive. There is only one person in my mind right now whom needs me to survive, that is Amir Syafiq, my student. I donno why it is him that I feel a strong connection with, its like we are similar in something. In some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108123472481540089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108123472481540089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108123472481540089' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-108113496861805037</id><published>2004-04-05T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T11:18:50.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Had a very bad asthma attack again last night. Not only that I could not breathe, but I was coughing and vomitting as well. Grabbed a plastic bag which was happened to be by my bed and hung it on my bed post. I kept going at it long through the night. By the time my alarm rang to get to work, my body was shivering and weak. I know I can make it to work. No choice, I had to take MC. Went to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108113496861805037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108113496861805037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108113496861805037' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-108104717458666361</id><published>2004-04-04T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T10:55:34.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yup, online again. I'm suppose to be doing my lesson plan and the adjusments for my examination paper, but not in the mood. Been doing a little thinking last night and the msged I recived from Is last night made me pounder even further. I am currently dating 2 guys, Is and Nyzam. Both are nice and special to me in their own ways. I do not make any kind of commitments with either one, so I know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108104717458666361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108104717458666361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108104717458666361' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-108100005943547493</id><published>2004-04-03T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T21:50:19.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night was bad. I really couldnt breathe. Is tried to call me, but I couldnt speak. I was in too much pain. I was weak and shivering cold when I woke up to go to work. But I had to be strong, I was needed. But now, I wished I just had took mc.There were a few glitches with the primary 1 enrolment examinations today, but nothing major. Everything went on fine. The kids were super cute. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108100005943547493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108100005943547493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108100005943547493' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-108089055308513212</id><published>2004-04-02T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T15:25:11.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Still coughing very badly. Can hardly breathe. Nose blocked, chest hurts. Home alone at the moment. help.... Keep dozing off. Face is now pale.... Exhausting days, or just plain weak... Afrid to go to sleep or lie down. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108089055308513212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108089055308513212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108089055308513212' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-108081584461229447</id><published>2004-04-01T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T18:40:02.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Still very sick today. Its been more than week and 2 visits to the doctor, still like this. The kids are super naughty. Abdul Quddus has been transferred to another class. Feel so sad. He was so quite and seems abit merajuk with me. I felt like crying looking at him. The secondary boys were very rude just now. They were making so much noise while taking their abulution, even when I scolded them</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108081584461229447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108081584461229447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108081584461229447' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-108038459753099763</id><published>2004-03-27T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T18:52:29.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Been coughing like mad these few days. Cough till I puked and head hurts. So does my chest. That stupid doctor only gives me panadol the other time. Damn her. Even never really checked me properly.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108038459753099763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108038459753099763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108038459753099763' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-108029510521082541</id><published>2004-03-26T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T18:00:57.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Went for a massage after work today. Something which is long overdue. It was great. As usual, my kids has been ahandful. With some major problems, and well... as i believe the saying which says that ' semua berlaku pasti ada hikmah nye'. Let's see how things goes.As usual, been busy with work, no time for anything much. Haiz...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108029510521082541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108029510521082541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108029510521082541' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-108012137173806746</id><published>2004-03-24T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T17:45:21.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sick today. And had Lesson Observation. I was so nervous about it that I perspire buckets. That alone had reduce my fever. The kids was ok, there was mischief here and but in all, everything was ok. After observation, went home immediately, too sick, can not 'tahan'. not at home, trying to recover.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108012137173806746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/108012137173806746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108012137173806746' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-107986303461924271</id><published>2004-03-21T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T17:59:40.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>         Had a very busy day yesterday and this morning. I went for a course sent by my school in the morning at Wisma Indah. It was an interesting course. Then met up with my mom, Dilly, Jannah and HIdayah at Escape Theme Park.          My mom was playing host to her and dad's friends from MEdan. They met in 1997 when they went to haj. The little boy, named Carlo (which he named himself as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/107986303461924271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/107986303461924271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107986303461924271' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-107967724342516542</id><published>2004-03-19T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T14:23:08.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nice talking to you fai, it was a blast. I never thought I can get irritated but fun while talking to you. Is is more serious and repitative kinds small talk, whereas Nizam is more of street talk with him. Yesterday was a tiring day. Went to an interivew at MOE in the morning for the homec teacher traiing scheme. Hopes I gets it. Hidayah accompanied me. We went to Holland Village, Lido, Far </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/107967724342516542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/107967724342516542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107967724342516542' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-107952445654118820</id><published>2004-03-17T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T19:56:39.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Trouble With Love Is by Kelly Clarkson Love can be of many splendid thingsCan't deny the joy it bringsA dozen roses, diamond ringsDreams for sail and fairy tailsIt will make you hear a symphonyAnd you just want the world to seeBut like a drug that makes you blindIt will fool you everytimeThe trouble with love isIt can tear you up insideMake your heart believe a lieIt's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/107952445654118820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/107952445654118820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107952445654118820' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-107940986457220331</id><published>2004-03-16T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T12:06:46.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My sis been away at Kl from yesterday. She'll only be back on thursday. Miss her noise and jealous of her able to go and watch Incubus while I'm stuck here. I'm feeling sick and weak. Got an asthma attack just now. Actually 2 in the space of 1 hour. Took my ventolin, but still problems. I was shocked about some stuffs yesterday. Let's see how things goes...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/107940986457220331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/107940986457220331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107940986457220331' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-107927519618485240</id><published>2004-03-14T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T22:42:15.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HI, I know I had not written here in looooooonnnnnnnnngggggg while. Well, I was not in the mood. I was very pissed off with Remy. But what the heck, its not my lost, its his. Whatever it is, I’m been having fun. Been dating a lot, with basically one guy, now two, now got third interested party. All of the sudden, I’m popular. Macam real gitu… heheheheBeen going out with Nizam quiet a bit. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/107927519618485240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/107927519618485240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107927519618485240' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-107606417487957290</id><published>2004-02-06T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T18:44:37.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My whole body is feeling like pins and needles are poking me, especiallaly my heart. My toes and fingers are freezing cold, even my students comment on it. The lower part of my abdomen at times has sharp pangs of pain. it has been going on for a few days.But some how I feel like I can tell no one. I dont want to worry my sis, she got too many things in her hands and I dont want to get her more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/107606417487957290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/107606417487957290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107606417487957290' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-107570839756490669</id><published>2004-02-02T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T15:54:55.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hellooooo</title><summary type='text'>Been very very busy with work. The kids has been super cute but very taxing as well. Each and everyone of them requires my special attention, each has their own special needs and I have to try my best to cater to that. The paperwork that I have to do is another mind killer. I donno how motherly I am nowadays, and I donno whther that's a good thing or not.  Some of the kids in my form class (Pri</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/107570839756490669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/107570839756490669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107570839756490669' title='Hellooooo'/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-107461162012763187</id><published>2004-01-20T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T23:15:06.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STRESS</title><summary type='text'>STRESS!!! That I am feeling rite now, other than the obvious sleepiness. So many problems running to my head at the moemnt. Ifeel like breaking it open at times. ARRGGHHHHH</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/107461162012763187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/107461162012763187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107461162012763187' title='STRESS'/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-107390567710273979</id><published>2004-01-12T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T19:09:15.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heya</title><summary type='text'>As of today, I'm exhausted to the brim. My body is at the point of breaking down. I am mentally and physically tired, I really do not know how long more can I take this. My work schedule is so pack, the classes I'm teaching are very demanding in their each individual way. My form class needs my attention as well. My CCA needs my dedication and so on and so forth for work. Just registered for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/107390567710273979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/107390567710273979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107390567710273979' title='heya'/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-107383095945305913</id><published>2004-01-11T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T22:23:56.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st week</title><summary type='text'>Well... the first week of school is over and I survived. I was super busy and tired by the end of the day that I could not be bothered to type in any entry. Been coming home late as well to settle things. As what I found out from my seniors, this usually happens on the first few weeks of school, then when everything has settled down, things will be less hetic. Being a form teacher is not as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/107383095945305913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/107383095945305913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107383095945305913' title='1st week'/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-107296304141178651</id><published>2004-01-01T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T21:18:28.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year...</title><summary type='text'>Tommorrow a new school year starts. That means I have to start being a maths teacher to 4 classes, form teacher to 1 class of 36 8yr olds, teacher-in-charge of It club for primary level, and a member of primary 1 communittee. That seems alot to comprehene at the moment. I guess, it takes time for me to settle into it. But I guess it will do me good. I know its already a very long time since the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/107296304141178651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/107296304141178651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107296304141178651' title='New Year...'/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-107253645060389575</id><published>2003-12-27T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T22:48:32.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH my...</title><summary type='text'>Back to work today. Got my new workload. I'll be teaching for levels, primary 1 to four, a class per each level. And all these 4 classes i'll be teaching maths. And to top it off, i'm the form teacher for my primary 2 class. I'm very excited about my roles, but i'm not sure whether i'm capable to do so. But whatever it is, i'm going to do it to my best of ability.I then went to a forum at darul</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/107253645060389575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/107253645060389575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107253645060389575' title='OH my...'/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-107223494136281477</id><published>2003-12-24T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T11:03:20.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ladididaalalal</title><summary type='text'>Yup, been a while since I update my blogger. Been keeping myself busy, hopefully I wont feel so hurt. On last wednesday, I went out to dinner with a friend. Actually he is a friend of a friend. You know me, I don't mind being friends with anybody, so just go out lor. He's nice and very open person. I don't mind being friends with him. By the way, his name is Nizam. After that, I had been goin out</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/107223494136281477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/107223494136281477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107223494136281477' title='ladididaalalal'/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-107162906524986101</id><published>2003-12-17T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T10:45:16.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love actually</title><summary type='text'>Went to watch Love Actually  with Dilly and Jannah yesterday. That was a very good movie which is full with laughs. I thought I will hate it as it a love story, but I didn't. Its a feel good movie which is what I need right now. Thanks Dilly for dragging me there and mommy for the treat. heheheh.Well... I'm in the middile of redecorating my room. Went to Ikea with my family on monday, and that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/107162906524986101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/107162906524986101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107162906524986101' title='Love actually'/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-107128956513150043</id><published>2003-12-13T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T12:26:53.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So yesterday.</title><summary type='text'>I think I will be ok. I think its about time I get out of mourning. Actually I wasn't already yesterday. While hanging out in town with Dilly before the gig, we saw a couple of cute guys. And they made eye contact with me.. hehehehe. Some of you may say, "hey, ain't a bit too fast?" Well... I was just looking, not touching, right? They happen to be there and they who initiate it 1st. Well... know</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/107128956513150043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/107128956513150043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107128956513150043' title='So yesterday.'/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-107123853910565604</id><published>2003-12-12T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T22:16:26.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GIG</title><summary type='text'>Just came back from a gig with Dilly. We went to catch Misissued perfom. Farzee's in the band and he was the lead singer for this performance. They performed ok, but the organizers of the gig sucks. no mood to type, cause i'm suddenly feeling the pain of the break up.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/107123853910565604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/107123853910565604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107123853910565604' title='GIG'/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-107121169869184638</id><published>2003-12-12T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T14:49:05.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day that will live on...</title><summary type='text'>Yeasterday...it begun ok. After I done with cooking, my dad, sis and me went fishing. Yes, fising. That is the 1st time Dilly and me went fishing and it was fun. We learnt quite a bit. Dad taught us how to set up the rod and fix the bait. Me being squirmish, did not do a very good job in fixing the bait. We used live worms yesterday; so you can imagine how my reaction was. He then taught us how </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/107121169869184638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/107121169869184638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107121169869184638' title='The day that will live on...'/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-107109807665672440</id><published>2003-12-11T07:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T07:15:22.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wednesday... that's yesterday...</title><summary type='text'>Didn't went out with Gavin, Brian and Elliot as planned yesterday. I know he is uncomfortable witht he idea I hang out with them. I know they are my 'brothers' and all, but I have to respect his feelings as well. I hope he will respect mine as well. So I end up went out with dad, Dilly, Jannah and Hidayah. We went to Beach road to get school bags, shoes and other stuffs the kids needs for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/107109807665672440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/107109807665672440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107109807665672440' title='wednesday... that&apos;s yesterday...'/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-107096446128913289</id><published>2003-12-09T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T18:08:25.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At last...</title><summary type='text'>At last I finished reading the book called 'Lucky' by Alice Sebold. It is a rather heart wrenching book. I really was able to sense the emotions that she went through. Her delivery of the situations is very clear and vivid. The diference between this book and the book I read called 'After Silence' is that Alice was able to put her rapist behind bars, whereas Nancy was not able to. But both </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/107096446128913289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/107096446128913289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107096446128913289' title='At last...'/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-107085290901648142</id><published>2003-12-08T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T11:09:12.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love this song</title><summary type='text'>Guilty by Blue VS 1 - (DUNCAN)I never want to play the games that people playI never want to hear the things they gotta sayI've found everything I needI never wanted anymore than I can seeI only want you to believeCHORUS - (LEE)If it's wrong to tell the truthThen what am I supposed to doWhen all I want to do is speak my mind (speak my mind) - ALLIf it's wrong to do what's right</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/107085290901648142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/107085290901648142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107085290901648142' title='Love this song'/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-107078232765739367</id><published>2003-12-07T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T15:32:49.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting day...</title><summary type='text'>Gavin and Brian came yesterday evening. We had a wonderful time talking and catching up. They end up leaving at about 10.30pm from my place. Brian looks good, he lost alot of weight. He and Remy was about the same size and bulit before Brain entered the army. Wonder will Remy turns that way after 4 months of NS....Just came back from my friend's wedding. Went with Gavin and he was driving. We </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/107078232765739367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/107078232765739367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107078232765739367' title='Interesting day...'/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-107069070273756181</id><published>2003-12-06T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T14:05:44.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Book reviews....</title><summary type='text'>I done reading the book called ' A child called IT' an autobiography of Dave. It is terrific. It is about him being abused as a child. All the pain and suffering was gruesome. I can't beileve anyone could do such a thing to her own flesh and blood. I'm now half way through the book called ' lucky' by Alice Sebold. It is her autobiography about her experince and road to recovery from sexual </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/107069070273756181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/107069070273756181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107069070273756181' title='Book reviews....'/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-107059330368696129</id><published>2003-12-05T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T11:02:23.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hem....</title><summary type='text'>Hem... I donno what to do. Sook Sim asked me to write an essay about my experince, but now i'm doubtful. I'm scared to remeber what happen. I'm scared to go through all the emotions again. I know I am over it, so I dont want to be a part of it anymore, any more then a distant memory. I know that its a part of my past, a part of who I am now, and a part of who I am in the future. It had made me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/107059330368696129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/107059330368696129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107059330368696129' title='hem....'/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-107028457518041719</id><published>2003-12-01T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T21:16:51.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder ponder</title><summary type='text'>I wonder and I ponder... I have so many things I want to write out here, but I just don't know where to start. Where shall I start.... OK... I was pissed off witht the train this morning. I end up taking a cab. Reached there late. ARGHH... got a lot of things to say... but let me clear my mind 1st....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/107028457518041719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/107028457518041719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107028457518041719' title='Wonder ponder'/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-107001281279585559</id><published>2003-11-28T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T17:47:25.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye opening Aidilfitri</title><summary type='text'>This few days of Hari Raya Aidilfitri has been a rather eye opener for me. I realised how much money my parents had to spent for the celebration. I realised how much is the importance of forgiving and loving. But most importantly that I learnt more about my dad's past. And that, makes me se him from a different light.I knew that he quit school in secondary school when he was only in sec 2. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/107001281279585559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/107001281279585559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107001281279585559' title='Eye opening Aidilfitri'/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-106954818588247992</id><published>2003-11-23T08:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T08:43:33.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hope u understand</title><summary type='text'>This song is for a certain sombody. Hope you read the lyrics and understand what I am trying to say.Fallin' by Alicia Keys I keep on fallin’In love With youSometimes I love youSometimes you make me blueSometimes I feel goodAnd times I feel usedLovin' you darlin’Makes me so confusedI keep onFallin’In and out of love with youI never loved someoneThe way that I love youOh, oh ,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/106954818588247992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/106954818588247992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106954818588247992' title='hope u understand'/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-106904783932011662</id><published>2003-11-17T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T13:44:21.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BORED</title><summary type='text'>I'm so bored and sleepy at the moment. I'm at work, got a lot of work to do, but these eyes just remain heavy. Kak Hatijah just show me an interesting email about malay community in Singapore. Its quite an eye opener. What is happening to us? It is very disheartening. Talking to a friend at the momment while typing the analysis. so sianz...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/106904783932011662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/106904783932011662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106904783932011662' title='BORED'/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-106900088656631303</id><published>2003-11-17T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T08:46:49.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clear mind now</title><summary type='text'>Been talking to some of my dear friends, these people who matters in my life. And after talking to them, my mind has been cleared my mind, and now, I feel so much better. Almost as good as how I felt before the incident. I realised that What I felt for him is only infatuation, no more than that. And typical of me at times I do get swept away with the moment. And being hot tempered by nature, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/106900088656631303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/106900088656631303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106900088656631303' title='Clear mind now'/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-106877559557410031</id><published>2003-11-14T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T10:06:54.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Read Inda's blogger and the conversation she had with him. HOW COULD SHE!!!!! Telling him I'm desperate and all!!!! Helllo.... for your info, I do have other guys, but I had never been interested in them. I know what I want, and I won't settle for less. I admit, I'm at my lowest point when he came about, that maybe the reason why things happen so fast. You don't know anything about what happened </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/106877559557410031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/106877559557410031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106877559557410031' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-106874744608669749</id><published>2003-11-14T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T02:17:45.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still can't sleep</title><summary type='text'>I still can't sleep. I'm wide awake like an owl and this is not good. I got a long day tommorrow and I need my sleep. Why is my mind still at what happen earlier? I thought I'm stronger. Do I have the need to mope around? Maybe what they say is right, I should let go, he's no good for me. But do deep down inside I beg to differ?Am what I'm feeling ture, that I really feel something for this guy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/106874744608669749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/106874744608669749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106874744608669749' title='Still can&apos;t sleep'/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-106873565940599034</id><published>2003-11-13T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T23:01:18.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One with a broken heart</title><summary type='text'>I got into a relationship on the 28th october, and we brok up today. I never wanted things to turn out like this, but i donno how to make it right. I never know how the treat someone I love right. I know how I really feels for him, but I donno whther he does... At least this is how I feel about what happen to me....Cry by Kym Marsh Album :  Submitted by : Sam Corrected by :  Rated : 9.2 (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/106873565940599034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/106873565940599034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106873565940599034' title='One with a broken heart'/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-106664881016908322</id><published>2003-10-20T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T19:20:10.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!!!!</title><summary type='text'>Well... yup, I'm back. I know I had not updated this site for about more than a week. Been busy, lazy, annoyed with the pc... and so on and so forth. Whatever it is, I'm back.How's life? Well.... for me... the week has been some sort interesting yet uneventful. How could these 2 words be in the same sentence you ask? Well... Well... I got alot of work to do, but nothing really particuarly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/106664881016908322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/106664881016908322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106664881016908322' title='I&apos;m Back!!!!'/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-106579126955896003</id><published>2003-10-10T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T21:07:49.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY... Why</title><summary type='text'>Why? Tell me why? Why must I be nice to people and it just am being repaid with hurt? Why is it just when I think I could trust someone, and I found out that he or she is a phony? Why must people seems to target me for all the bad things that they may come out with? Why? Whhy? I don't understand why????Some of my primary 3 grils came up to me and they said I look very pretty today. I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/106579126955896003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/106579126955896003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106579126955896003' title='WHY... Why'/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-106570081943253818</id><published>2003-10-09T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T20:00:19.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A rather low day today...</title><summary type='text'>Amir Syafiq begins his 3 day in-house suspension today... I feel so sad. He is just am in primary 1, and he is already in so much trouble. He looked like he is so sad... I almost cried...Sharifah Shifak is another headache. She had not handed in her book since begining of the term, and when she did, its all empty!!!! ARGGGHHH!!!! When I asked her, she gave me the blank bimbo look. I was so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/106570081943253818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/106570081943253818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106570081943253818' title='A rather low day today...'/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-106561925945422740</id><published>2003-10-08T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T21:20:59.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My short hair day</title><summary type='text'>I just cut my hair today. Its super duper short. I never cut this short before. But one good thig is that at least I have the last things that could remind me of the incident has gone. Now I guess, I can throughly move on....Amir Syafiq create problem again. He boxed one of the girls. Now that he already in probation and consulling, he is at a real risk of being thrown out of school. I'm so sad</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/106561925945422740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/106561925945422740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106561925945422740' title='My short hair day'/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-106552891043187740</id><published>2003-10-07T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T20:15:10.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YEAH!!!! Its working again!!!!</title><summary type='text'>At last this thing update all the things that I have been keying in. I was so frustrated with it. Although I still have some problem with some links, but at least this is up and running again. Getting my damn flashbacks again. But at least today I am able to control it slightly better. Hates being in the train alone. That is where I get my most flashbacks, at least the most vived ones. Went </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/106552891043187740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/106552891043187740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106552891043187740' title='YEAH!!!! Its working again!!!!'/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-106535764276499432</id><published>2003-10-05T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T20:48:52.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adjusting stuffs here</title><summary type='text'>Well.. I guess its about time I improve things here. I'm not very good at all this pc stuffs, but i'm trying. Just add my medicine, now I'm feeling a tad drowsy. Man... when will I stop eating medication... that I don't know... now, lets see if this work...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/106535764276499432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/106535764276499432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106535764276499432' title='Adjusting stuffs here'/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-106533355875418119</id><published>2003-10-05T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T18:05:33.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wrote a poem yesterday. It reflects how i feel about this at the moment. I have no title for it yet, but I guess, I'll come up with one soon. If any of you have any suggestions tell me ok?Feeling scaredFeeling sadFeeling painfeeling shamefeeling hurthurt by the jerkand this pain is not the sameI hate youI wish I could just kill youor at least harm youBUt it won't be the samethe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/106533355875418119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/106533355875418119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106533355875418119' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432432.post-106527112273461313</id><published>2003-10-04T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T20:38:42.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Got another bad flashback again. I was in school marking when it started to rain. My collgue, Kak Hatijah asked me whether its rainging, and that triggers it. Its his name you see. That what he told me his name. I think I better stop talking about it, coz it just going to hurt me furthur. I want to move on. I know I canbe strong...Went out with mom, Dilly, Chacha, HIdayah and jannah to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/106527112273461313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5432432/posts/default/106527112273461313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayuyu.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106527112273461313' title=''/><author><name>ayuyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07662012354270114372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
