<?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-7877921610444515615</id><updated>2011-07-31T19:21:58.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zul(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504545445853753475</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>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877921610444515615.post-5916045961363228944</id><published>2009-11-21T04:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T04:05:50.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today, was awesome dude! its like 4am and i just got back from a midnight movie with my family and baby. haha, it was really weird having our first 'date' with my parents and them being a few feet away and my parents practically paying everything from tickets to popcorn. HAHA, but all is well in love&amp;amp;war. FUHLERMAK, FREAKING NABEH AWESOME!!! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace,&lt;br /&gt;el-nino&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877921610444515615-5916045961363228944?l=fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/feeds/5916045961363228944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/11/today-was-awesome-dude-its-like-4am-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/5916045961363228944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/5916045961363228944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/11/today-was-awesome-dude-its-like-4am-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Zul(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504545445853753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877921610444515615.post-6649390188823053993</id><published>2009-11-14T18:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T18:49:19.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;VOLUME 14 : Classic ways to reject a guy who ask for your number...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "NO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "I have a boyfriend, still want it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "HUH? me no speako english?" *speaks in a foreign slang*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "OMGGGGG!! A guy is asking for my number! woooo!" *jumps around like an idiot* &lt;em&gt;(confirm the guy would walk or more like run away)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Stare at him, roll your eyes, flip your hair and walk away like a model. &lt;em&gt;(not only you reject him but he would probably cry and call his mommy)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Whisper into his ear, "Finally! My sex-change operation works!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours,&lt;br /&gt;el-nino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877921610444515615-6649390188823053993?l=fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/feeds/6649390188823053993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/11/volume-14-classic-ways-to-reject-guy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/6649390188823053993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/6649390188823053993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/11/volume-14-classic-ways-to-reject-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>Zul(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504545445853753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877921610444515615.post-7122229591934092209</id><published>2009-11-12T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T21:26:00.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;VOLUME 13 : WHAT TO DO ON THE FIRST DATE ...? (FOR DUDES)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Be romantic, flowers are great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Know what she likes, try to do something extraordinary. Movies are great, but try going for a picnic or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Pick a movie that SHE likes, it woud really suck if she hates the movie you guys just saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Avoid awkward conversations!&lt;em&gt;(don't ask her about her past relationships or anything that would basically make her uncomfortable)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Prepare jokes for those awkward silences. Plus, its always good if she laughs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Don't act like a retard, it would only make her embarass of going out in public with you for like .. forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Have a back-up plan, if something pops up like sold out movie tickets, or bad weather. You need to have a second place to go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Complement her, however don't be TOO corny or excessive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Be sweet, sent her home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight sg,&lt;br /&gt;el-nino&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877921610444515615-7122229591934092209?l=fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/feeds/7122229591934092209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/11/volume-13-what-to-do-on-first-date.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/7122229591934092209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/7122229591934092209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/11/volume-13-what-to-do-on-first-date.html' title=''/><author><name>Zul(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504545445853753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877921610444515615.post-9099792969326505911</id><published>2009-11-10T16:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T16:48:32.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so, i was basically on YouTube clicking away at videos and i saw the video 'just so you know' and it suddenly hit me. i don't know about you dudes out there, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; had my fair share of crushing on a close friend without them even realising and i think the video on your left has total absolute superb meaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;VOLUME 12 : How do you 'confess' to your close friend that you like her without risking breaking your friendship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;1. Don't rush! There are actually &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;signs&lt;/span&gt; to tell you when the right time is to tell her and whether it is smart to tell her or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2. Don't be random!&lt;em&gt;(don't tell her out-of-the-blue that you like her, it would make it real awkward, and she'll most probably say 'i don't have feelings for you in a more-than-a-friend manner)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; Be patient!&lt;em&gt;(i know it sucks to wait, but you have to persevere and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sure she'll realise soon enough)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4. Drop hints!&lt;em&gt;(be &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BRAVE&lt;/span&gt;, try telling your friends or her friends to ask her about you and see how she reacts)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;okay, when it's time to tell her, what should you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;do?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. It's best to tell her face-to-face, and be serious about it. Don't act all gay and laugh or giggle. You're talking to a girl you've crushed on for quite some time. So MAN UP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2. Be sweet. C'mon, there's nothing a girl would like more than a sweet guy right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3. Tell her honestly how you feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4. I know it would be hard if she rejects you but try to keep the friendship there as it would be a waste to end a friendship just because of a 'confession'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IMPORTANT:confess at your own risk! cause by confessing you might possibly end a friendship. so, think CAREFULLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;yours sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;el-nino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877921610444515615-9099792969326505911?l=fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/feeds/9099792969326505911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-i-was-basically-on-youtube-clicking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/9099792969326505911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/9099792969326505911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-i-was-basically-on-youtube-clicking.html' title=''/><author><name>Zul(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504545445853753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877921610444515615.post-4660897981260776582</id><published>2009-11-09T21:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T22:06:54.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;VOLUME 11 : 8 Things that girls do while in a relationship that would make a guy pissed off at/hate her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. She gets too clingy and gives the guy NO space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. She has NO trust in him at all. &lt;em&gt;(she would ask like a million questions if he goes out without her, and would ask a million more if he goes with a girl without her)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. She is SUPER petty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. She keeps bitching, and bitching, and bitching....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. She keeps complaining and complaing.&lt;em&gt; (don't get me wrong, i know a boyfriend should be a good listener but if the girlfriend starts whining like a baby, it would be a tad too irritating.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. She has NO such respect for her boyfriend.&lt;em&gt; (basically treating her OWN boyfriend like dirt.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. She does STUPID things like going out with guys alone. &lt;em&gt;(don't get me wrong, she can go out with guys but she has to inform the boyfriend first. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AND there's no such thing as going out with a guy ALONE just the TWO of them if she has a boyfriend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;7. She thinks it's OKAY to message other guys in a 'more-than-friendly' way. You get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;8. She keeps asking her boyfriend to buy for her stuff in an excessive manner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;el-nino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877921610444515615-4660897981260776582?l=fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/feeds/4660897981260776582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/11/volume-11-7-things-that-girls-do-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/4660897981260776582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/4660897981260776582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/11/volume-11-7-things-that-girls-do-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Zul(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504545445853753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877921610444515615.post-543244961602471195</id><published>2009-11-08T19:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T20:47:59.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;FIRSTLY......NAT GET WELL SOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the faster you get well, the faster you'll get to visit me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i know you miss me right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;VOLUME 10 : 5 basic things a guy would think/do when meeting a girl for the first time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1.The guy would look at her face, then think "Hot or not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.The guy would look at her 'other' features and you know....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;3.The guy would than see how she talks.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(a screechy or irritating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;voice could turn a guy off)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;4.The guy would see if she's friendly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;5.The guy would see if she's easy to talk to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;(which would deinitely score points if she's easy to talk to)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off,&lt;br /&gt;el-nino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;(stupid joke: You know they say "food fit for a king" means what? the meat like cows, and sheep all must exercise first so it would be fit is it?) HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877921610444515615-543244961602471195?l=fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/feeds/543244961602471195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/11/firstly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/543244961602471195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/543244961602471195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/11/firstly.html' title=''/><author><name>Zul(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504545445853753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877921610444515615.post-5437372243784403978</id><published>2009-11-05T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:34:02.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;VOLUME 9 : (LAME/CHEEZY/STUPID) PICK UP LINES...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. "Can i have your number? i just got a new phone and i need to fill up the contacts :)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2. "Do you smoke? cause you're&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; smoking hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3. "Do you need a bucket of water? cause i think you're &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;burning up&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4. "Are you made out of honey? cause you're so damn sweet"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. "I think i'm getting a cold, cause you're hot-ness is so infectious"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. "Can you be my surfboard? cause i can ride that body anytime!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. "I don't think i could drive with you around, cause you are so distracting." *open's the door and ask the girl to go out of the car* &lt;em&gt;(haha, told you it was s.t.u.p.i.d)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. "Can you get the thermometer quick, cause i think my temperature's rising cause of you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. "Woah! Are you an angel?! cause you're the most beautiful thing i've ever seen to walk this earth!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&amp;amp;peace,&lt;br /&gt;el-nino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877921610444515615-5437372243784403978?l=fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/feeds/5437372243784403978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/11/volume-9-lamecheezystupid-pick-up-lines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/5437372243784403978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/5437372243784403978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/11/volume-9-lamecheezystupid-pick-up-lines.html' title=''/><author><name>Zul(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504545445853753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877921610444515615.post-3512962123460421006</id><published>2009-11-03T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T22:02:54.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;VOLUME 8: How to know if a guy likes you ...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He would be texting/calling/MSN-ing you 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. He would be OVERLY nice to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. He would be irritating to/always around YOU. &lt;em&gt;(caution: this are usually guys who are the abit more immature type, you know like primary school, but there are still a few who would act like this)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. He would do favours for you in a heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. He would try always to get your full attention. &lt;em&gt;telling you a joke, talking abt random stuff etc.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. On your birthday, he would buy you something special and give it personally to you in the shy-es manner possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. He would try to stir-up some rannndddoooommmm conversations out-of-the-blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. He would say sweet things like &lt;em&gt;sweet dreams beautiful, good-morning sunshine etc.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. He would basically be trying to cheer you up like mad if you feel down and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios amigos, sayonara.&lt;br /&gt;el-nino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877921610444515615-3512962123460421006?l=fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/feeds/3512962123460421006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/11/volume-8-how-to-know-if-guy-likes-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/3512962123460421006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/3512962123460421006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/11/volume-8-how-to-know-if-guy-likes-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Zul(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504545445853753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877921610444515615.post-3181091823478535115</id><published>2009-11-03T00:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T21:36:20.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;volume7: SEVEN things that a girl should NEVER tell a guy..(unless to turn him off)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. "I think my boobs are too small, don't you think?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "I'm having menses and my underwear is soaked in blood"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "You're cute but not hot"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "CAN YOU LIKE SHUT UP!!" *ROLLING EYES*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. "I think you are/should be more like.... (insert words of choice)" (&lt;em&gt;guy's hate being compared)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. "You are so annoying/irritating" *bimbo voice*,*rolling eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. "I think i need to shave" *shows facial, leg and armpit hair*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chow for now,&lt;br /&gt;el-nino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877921610444515615-3181091823478535115?l=fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/feeds/3181091823478535115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/11/volume77-things-that-girl-should-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/3181091823478535115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/3181091823478535115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/11/volume77-things-that-girl-should-never.html' title=''/><author><name>Zul(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504545445853753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877921610444515615.post-6382378561301313513</id><published>2009-10-29T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T23:34:26.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VOLUME 6 : COMMONLY ASKED QUESTIONS... by &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GIRLS&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q : "Why can't guys still remain as good friends after a 'good' break-up?"&lt;br /&gt;A: it's because guys who got dumped by a girl feels hurt and to guys, it's "ur either mine or not a friend of mine". &amp;amp; since when was a break-up ever 'good'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: "Why are guys such JERKS/BASTARDS/ASS-HOLES?"&lt;br /&gt;A: well, i can't answer that fully, i must know what's the "situation"? but, i must admit that guys can be high-class bastards. HAHA, but not all of them! (like me :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: "Why can't guys be more understanding?"&lt;br /&gt;A: LAME QUESTION. sorry girls, but that question is seriously redundant/ plain stupid. c'mon, like you girls always say guys are "immature". rite? guys don't think too much, they rely more on &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;COMMON SENSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: "What's SOOO hard about being a guy, he gets to choose who he wants to go for unlike girls?"&lt;br /&gt;A: EASY... it's like saying what's so hard about going to war, you go and fight only what? and how if you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOSE&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: "Guys can go for girls unlike girls who have to wait for someone to like them?"&lt;br /&gt;A: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TRUST ME,&lt;/span&gt; it's way better for someone to go for you than 'risking' going for them and failing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out amigos'.&lt;br /&gt;el-nino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877921610444515615-6382378561301313513?l=fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/feeds/6382378561301313513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/10/volume-6-commonly-asked-questions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/6382378561301313513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/6382378561301313513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/10/volume-6-commonly-asked-questions.html' title=''/><author><name>Zul(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504545445853753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877921610444515615.post-2788149473669349786</id><published>2009-10-28T23:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T00:00:51.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;shout-out to raudah, you inspired me to continue writing my life-less blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okay, straight to the point,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;VOLUME 5 : LOVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A GAME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- You either WIN or LOSE, when you win its the highest ecstasy you can eveer get BUT if you lose good luck at striving for happy-ness at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- There's NO SUCH THING as i'm way too young to know about all the "love-crap", if you can already be thinking about it, don't tell me you ain't got a clue abt it at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- try not to take things too far, like in a game you don't go and kill the other person if you lose. try to "ACCCEPT" defeat if it takes a turn for the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- there's no use crying over spilled milk, if the person you like doesn't like you back.. well, that's LOVE. HOWEVER, i did not say anything about giving up. " if there's a will, there's a way".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- it's good to have a GAME PLAN, like i said LOVE IS A GAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- love stories are a good way to compare what you're goin true, as some of them are written through real life experiences BUT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WARNING : DO NOT MIX FANTASIES WITH REALITY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- in the end, LOVE is a &lt;strong&gt;FUN GAME&lt;/strong&gt; to play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace,&lt;br /&gt;el-nino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877921610444515615-2788149473669349786?l=fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/feeds/2788149473669349786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/10/shout-out-to-raudah-you-inspired-me-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/2788149473669349786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/2788149473669349786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/10/shout-out-to-raudah-you-inspired-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Zul(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504545445853753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877921610444515615.post-3153528109859974080</id><published>2009-08-28T23:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T23:37:19.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;her tears like diamonds on the floor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;been AWOL like since dunno when. fasting month has arrived and i hope i can fast for the full month hopefully. so, i've been AWOL from school also for a good week. haha, missed a few test but kinda nice to have a 'week off'. haha. so, really nothing to talk about in my life. school? boring and draining my soul. fasting? still going strong, i think. stamina? none. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna write a few quotes that should be delightfully interesting as to continue my 'book'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Volume4 : Memorable QUOTES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Patience is having the power to count down, before you take off"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"There is no try, DO or DO NOT"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"To repeat what others have said, requires education. To challenge what others have said, requires brains"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"Dumb people make stupid accusations, clever people say smart truths"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"EAT TO LIVE, NOT LIVE TO EAT"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"Part of being a hero, is knowing you don't need to be one anymore"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"To answer a stupid question, requires a stupid answer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"Tears may be dried up, but the heart? NEVER"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios amigos,&lt;br /&gt;el-nino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877921610444515615-3153528109859974080?l=fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/feeds/3153528109859974080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/08/her-tears-like-diamonds-on-floor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/3153528109859974080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/3153528109859974080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/08/her-tears-like-diamonds-on-floor.html' title=''/><author><name>Zul(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504545445853753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877921610444515615.post-6212173715291055343</id><published>2009-08-06T22:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T22:21:48.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okay, got back at 9 after eating at simpang. the food was great and made me lau-nua! that's salivate in chinese i think, if the spelling is correct. watching some channel 5 tele-movie now and i just realise its 3 more days to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NATIONAL DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;/mom's b'day!&lt;/strong&gt; i hope gonna have some nice food for the b'day dinner. okay, now it's time for volume3 of my 'book'.... i'm gonna write on something i see often happening and i think i can help those guys with broken hearts, and blah blah blah, you know all that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Volume3 : How to FORGET &amp;amp; not REGRET for DUDES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- try to be around your friends, and have a ball of a time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- DO NOT BE EMO. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Don't keep thinking about her and listen to sad sappy songs, you know the ones with all the DEEPPPP lyrics.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOOK AT OTHER GIRLS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; HAHA, that may seem weird but looking at babes would keep your mind of the girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- TALK ABOUT IT. tell your good friend about it, but do listen to what your friendS has to say because you won't think rationally with a broken heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- if she has a blog or something to get to know about her daily routines, STOP GOING THERE EVERY SECOND! it would make you think about her and plus, you would look abit like a stalker.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- play some sports, go on a ROLLERCOASTER. get your adrenaline pumping to pump up that broken heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- TIME WILL HEAL ALL. don't rush to forget things, just chill and after awile all will be a-okay!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;get it? go and try it!,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DR. el-nino&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877921610444515615-6212173715291055343?l=fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/feeds/6212173715291055343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/08/okay-got-back-at-9-after-eating-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/6212173715291055343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/6212173715291055343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/08/okay-got-back-at-9-after-eating-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Zul(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504545445853753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877921610444515615.post-7235325463303832363</id><published>2009-08-04T21:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T21:31:41.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hey-ho i'm gonna write volume 2 of my "book". maybe, im gonna do this until i actually run out of great ideas. haha. im actually writing this stuffs cause girls get perceptions and guy got deceptions. so i'm just going to do both guys&amp;amp; girls a big favour. from a dudes point of view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Book2 : How to get a guy to notice you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- try coming up to him and make conversations, its a good way to make him realise YOU 'exist'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- when everybody's talking among themselves and you see him alone, go up to him and have a 1-1 conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NEVER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ask him obvious questions like, "why you not talking with your friends?" because there would be an obvious answer on why his not talking. plus, if he's angry about something, it just make him more angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- if you are sitting on the table opposite him or you can be seen, TRY MAKING EYE CONTACT MORE THAN ONCE AND GIVE YOUR SWEETEST SMILE. it will always get a guy thinking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BE NICE!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it is a TOTAL TURNOFF acting like a bitch towards the guy you like, (it's not kindergarden anymore)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- his friends' IMPRESSION of you is super-important! usually when a guy starts thinking about the girl, he'll ask his friends' OPINION OF THE GIRL.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- girl's always get this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WRONG! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;don't always depend on the guy to start a topic, the guy would be more comfortable if you skip the awkward silence and have a good topic to talk about. REMEMBER, LADIES FIRST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; don't be overly shy, guys hate that. it would make him think that the girl is not interested in talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- lastly,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JUST BE CONFIDENT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BUT there's a difference between confidence&amp;amp; OVER-confident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have a go at it,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DR. el-nino&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877921610444515615-7235325463303832363?l=fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/feeds/7235325463303832363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/08/hey-ho-im-gonna-write-volume-2-of-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/7235325463303832363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/7235325463303832363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/08/hey-ho-im-gonna-write-volume-2-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Zul(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504545445853753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877921610444515615.post-1927966529750998764</id><published>2009-08-03T19:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T20:14:15.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i shall skip what's goin on in life an write a so called "book". haha, my friends requested it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;HOW TO REJECT A GUY EASILY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-"i'm a LESBIAN"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-"i'm actually a GUY"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-"i'm a flirt, and don't like to have only one"\\haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-"okay good, i have someone to do EVERYTHING for me and i can just do NOTHING"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-"i'm a BITCH"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-"I ACCEPT.... DO YOU WANNA SEE MY ARMPIT HAIR NOW?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-"OKAY, since you're now my BOYFRIEND. can you HELP ME PLUCK MY ARMPIT HAIR?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-"WOAH, LET'S GO OVER TO MY HOUSE. i think my B.O. CAN BE SMELT ALREADY."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-"CAN YOU CLIP MY TOE NAILS EVERYDAY, if not i would get a GREEN FUNGI growing on it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-"im gonna FOLLOW you EVERYWHERE because I LOVE YOU SO MUCH" (obsessive compulsive way)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;haha, this are some of the tips that dudettes could use to reject a guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;signing off,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;DR. el-nino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877921610444515615-1927966529750998764?l=fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/feeds/1927966529750998764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-shall-skip-whats-goin-on-in-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/1927966529750998764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/1927966529750998764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-shall-skip-whats-goin-on-in-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Zul(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504545445853753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877921610444515615.post-7200848024133003732</id><published>2009-07-26T22:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T22:53:23.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;if you don't dream BIG, what's the use of dreaming?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just watch liverpool and the lions. hah, that was so far the most exciting match i watched so far of liverpool. i dunno why? maybe its the REDS playing at the national stadium, the epic match of liverpool againts singapore, or maybe its just because fernando torres was playing in singapore breathing in this little red island of ours. and he scored, not fantastic but past lionel lewis whom i hate. YEAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, im gonna write down a dialog between my little sister and me in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:10am, watching power ranger on OKTO! ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME-"what ranger is that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lil sis-"err, red ranger plus black ranger"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME-"serious eh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lil sis-"the power ranger at where eh? america ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME-"this one not real la"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lil sis -" like this one at where? america?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME-"oh, this one at new zealand i think?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lil sis-"ohhh, HAWAII at where eh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME-"why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lil sis-"syafiq (my sis 'boyfriend' which she denies :D) say he want to marry people from there"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME-"oh, hawaii at america NOT in singapore. *laughs*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, that was like a random convo that i had with my sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya,&lt;br /&gt;el-nino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877921610444515615-7200848024133003732?l=fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/feeds/7200848024133003732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-you-dont-dream-big-whats-use-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/7200848024133003732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/7200848024133003732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-you-dont-dream-big-whats-use-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Zul(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504545445853753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877921610444515615.post-4557608292361617696</id><published>2009-07-21T22:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T22:35:04.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;AMERICA'S SWEETHEART... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I've been AWOL for god knows how long. life's to boring to blog about mashed up in between (inter) courses, heh and all the test. i've been going home quite early lately getting to watch a mash-up of NICKTEEN or something like that, with iCarly and drake&amp;amp;josh. i would then snooze all the way frm 5-8 and then wake up watch some primetime tv and back to dreamland. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You would think after sleeping almost half of my life, you would think i cant possibly sleep in sch rite? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i would find every possible moment of the longggg periods to sleep. &amp;amp; would wake up more tired. hah, i seriously need to find a way to stay up. maybe megan fox or vanessa hudgens would be my girlfriend so i would stay up only thinking of them. *wink wink* haha, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;astalabista amigos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;el-nino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877921610444515615-4557608292361617696?l=fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/feeds/4557608292361617696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/07/americas-sweetheart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/4557608292361617696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/4557608292361617696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/07/americas-sweetheart.html' title=''/><author><name>Zul(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504545445853753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877921610444515615.post-7522482902000967307</id><published>2009-07-07T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:23:06.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;07072009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;thanks to everyone who wished me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;el-nino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877921610444515615-7522482902000967307?l=fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/feeds/7522482902000967307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/07/07072009-thanks-to-everyone-who-wished.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/7522482902000967307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/7522482902000967307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/07/07072009-thanks-to-everyone-who-wished.html' title=''/><author><name>Zul(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504545445853753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877921610444515615.post-3202118908085653943</id><published>2009-07-05T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T21:49:38.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;when you smile, i look in aw. as you laugh i laugh too when i see such joy in that laughter of yours. to see you from far is good enough, as i know that when i get close to you, you would make my heart palpitate too much for me to handle. when i look into those eyes of yours, i get loss, mesmerise by the beautiful soul that lies behind those beautiful eyes of yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;el-nino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877921610444515615-3202118908085653943?l=fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/feeds/3202118908085653943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-you-smile-i-look-in-aw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/3202118908085653943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/3202118908085653943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-you-smile-i-look-in-aw.html' title=''/><author><name>Zul(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504545445853753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877921610444515615.post-8864159777859780770</id><published>2009-07-05T00:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T00:25:34.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;she makes my liver quiver; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/Sk-BTVjyZZI/AAAAAAAAAGE/2ZeFhL80MCk/s1600-h/sk4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354640651171554706" style="WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/Sk-BTVjyZZI/AAAAAAAAAGE/2ZeFhL80MCk/s320/sk4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm anxiously counting down the days where my birthday arrives. im gonna be 15 soon i guess, but i wanna be like 10 again. hah, it would be much more awesome cause as im gonna add another year to my life which sucks to a certain extent. hah, cause i just realise that my dream of starting to skate would be flushed down the drain as time passes. i know there is still time, but i would look like an idiot who starts skating at 15. well, if i wanna skate i better start. gonna be like the likes of ryan sheckler would be harddd. haha, okay that was aiming way too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/Sk-BdBrkNuI/AAAAAAAAAGM/J5bpQHsMxQY/s1600-h/sk2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354640817634162402" style="WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/Sk-BdBrkNuI/AAAAAAAAAGM/J5bpQHsMxQY/s320/sk2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/Sk-Blc-3eBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/lRUWv6YS3Gk/s1600-h/sk3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354640962401826834" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/Sk-Blc-3eBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/lRUWv6YS3Gk/s320/sk3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/Sk-BsqOiUuI/AAAAAAAAAGc/gZhqQ7xZH_w/s1600-h/sk5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354641086216295138" style="WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/Sk-BsqOiUuI/AAAAAAAAAGc/gZhqQ7xZH_w/s320/sk5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;peace ya'll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;el-nino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877921610444515615-8864159777859780770?l=fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/feeds/8864159777859780770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/07/she-makes-my-liver-quiver-im-anxiously.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/8864159777859780770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/8864159777859780770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/07/she-makes-my-liver-quiver-im-anxiously.html' title=''/><author><name>Zul(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504545445853753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/Sk-BTVjyZZI/AAAAAAAAAGE/2ZeFhL80MCk/s72-c/sk4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877921610444515615.post-7669589946717370202</id><published>2009-07-01T23:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T23:29:35.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;july's here; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i just had a feeling to blog now. been going home rather early than usual aft schools. i just realised tht schools getting more boring as each day goes. wht else when i reach sec4 hopefully? with everyone just thinking abt studying. pfft, im likely gonna go crazy cause im not the studying type obviously. to think of it it's been awhile since i went to tampines, haha. yeah, but i know tht tamp does not change much so basically there's no point. basically, when i reach home would sleep frm 4 all the way to 8. and i would sleep enough to sleep at night which sucks when i sleep at 2am and sleep at sch the next day. hah, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;anyways, adios amigos. signing off.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;when you reach the top, look arnd and enjoy it cause its not gonna last forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;el-nino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877921610444515615-7669589946717370202?l=fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/feeds/7669589946717370202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/07/julys-here-i-just-had-feeling-to-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/7669589946717370202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/7669589946717370202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/07/julys-here-i-just-had-feeling-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Zul(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504545445853753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877921610444515615.post-3245943193463663687</id><published>2009-06-25T01:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T02:06:45.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i feel tired and i should be sleeping by now but i cant sleep. hah, common symptoms of the holidays. it sucks that school is reopening as scheduled and i just found out that my sis school is gonna be close and she gets a whole week free. pfft, what a waste. but to be honest, im seriously excited for school to start. hah, cant wait to see dudes and dudettes of bds. hah! i wonder how the atmosphere is gonna be like. the morning assembly is gonna be longgggg, that i can confirm you with the same old principal speech. and i can guarantee i'll be half-asleep. i just realise there are tons of homework left, i wished i could use the excuse of 'oh, my dog ate it!' but i cant with more than one reason and most of them not being lame. hah! my mom just left for indonesia with my lil sis and maid. pfft, my lil sis gonna be back only on the 5th of july and she is another one who is gonna have a longer 'break'. but nvm, i must be hardworking to support my future family as im a dude. like my dad always says. i got my long awaited SAIMAH but it was surprisingly not up to par. the chicken was not crispy, the rice was abit stale and the sambal had no 'kick'. what's up with you guys, saimah dudes? haha, i just realised being a food critic would make an awesome job, eating and getting paid for it! i just realised i wrote a whole bunch. woah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you are something special,&lt;br /&gt;i want you and your beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;i want you and your soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el-nino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877921610444515615-3245943193463663687?l=fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/feeds/3245943193463663687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-feel-tired-and-i-should-be-sleeping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/3245943193463663687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/3245943193463663687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-feel-tired-and-i-should-be-sleeping.html' title=''/><author><name>Zul(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504545445853753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877921610444515615.post-5073017399089798956</id><published>2009-06-22T20:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T21:12:41.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;absence makes the heart grow fonder; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;just finished doing my bio homework. haha, im surprised to. well, i just realised that there is like 6 days left of the june holidays and might as well do now then doing it at the last minute. i still got like 4 summaries and a comprhension left to go. oh, and the online hw crap. my new &amp;amp; awesome, eng teacher has already sounded us to better do our hw. pfft. im like seriously craving SAIMAH which i havent eaten i what? more than a week. so i am currently surprised at how fast the holidays have washed by and not alot of having fun but stucked at home with nowhere to go. i want sch to start but minus the studying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;maybe, you have no clue that im actually missing you. i miss interacting with you, having fun and laughing our head off at stupid jokes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;el-nino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877921610444515615-5073017399089798956?l=fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877921610444515615.post-7412422876036616604</id><published>2009-06-19T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T23:26:45.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;SAF LOST THE LEAGUE CUP;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my favourite singapore team lost. but i have to hand it to DPMM Brunei for their excellent play &amp;amp; not dumb penalty takers-,- i cant say the same for my home team where they lost in a rather stupid manner. despite dominating for the whole 90mins they came crashing down during the shootout. instead of using their strikers to take the spot kick, they used their defenders which ironically missed. uhm, maybe i should give a notice to who was choosing the takers that strikers are usually to put the ball INTO the net, whereas defenders are to keep the ball OUT of the net.-,- &amp;amp;&amp;amp; my favourite player, shaiful esah didnt play a good game unlike his usual. pfft, and brunei dpmm just made history by being the first outsider to win the singapore league cup/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;el-nino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877921610444515615-7412422876036616604?l=fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/feeds/7412422876036616604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/06/saf-lost-league-cup-my-favourite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/7412422876036616604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/7412422876036616604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/06/saf-lost-league-cup-my-favourite.html' title=''/><author><name>Zul(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504545445853753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877921610444515615.post-2364029001938442098</id><published>2009-06-18T00:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T01:15:35.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;having a perfect life, is having lots of luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/SjkibxrKs7I/AAAAAAAAAFU/_7dV7CL4qeM/s1600-h/IMG-6563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348343893065380786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/SjkibxrKs7I/AAAAAAAAAFU/_7dV7CL4qeM/s320/IMG-6563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the holiday mood is setting in, waking up past noon and sleeping past midnight. can't belive the holidays is washing away so fast. i actually have no clue at all wht the holiday homework are and to be honest, i dont really care. well, life kinda sucks. i dunno, something's just missing. not to be cliche, its just that i havent ound someone that makes me whole. woah, that was super emotional. but anyways, that's how i really feel. hmmm, i have nothing to be bored about as i have been relieving my boredom by going to dream land. haha, actually been having some weird dreams lately too. haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;to be honest, you cant stay out of my mind actually. frm your infectious laugh, to your wide bright smile. but even looking at you there is something mysterious lying beneath your flawless beauty which is keeping me guessing what's that girl really about...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;el-nino &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877921610444515615-2364029001938442098?l=fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/SjkibxrKs7I/AAAAAAAAAFU/_7dV7CL4qeM/s72-c/IMG-6563.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877921610444515615.post-8826793894594620052</id><published>2009-06-16T23:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T01:14:07.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it's funny how the phrase 'missing something right under ones nose' has a true meaning lying beneath it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay, put it in an example. for example, depicted frm hollywood movies : how the guy has always been there for the girl but she has nvr realise it, blah blah blah. &amp;amp; the ending will usually go like the girl realises tht the guy has been always thr and the one she loves. you know typical fairytale endings. BUT, i see tht real life definitely isnt the same at all, NOT EVEN CLOSE. and yea, for the guys out there whose going through the &lt;strong&gt;i found the perfect girl&lt;/strong&gt;, dont be disheartened if the girl doesnt share feeling tht u have but she dont. hey, there are many more 'fishes' in the sea and there is a 'wide ocean' to search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for me, im going through the classic of someone 'missing something right under ones nose'. well, imagine this. how can a guy say IT without really saying IT? hmmmm ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el-nino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877921610444515615-8826793894594620052?l=fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/feeds/8826793894594620052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-funny-how-phrase-missing-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/8826793894594620052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/8826793894594620052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-funny-how-phrase-missing-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Zul(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504545445853753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877921610444515615.post-751409009840916018</id><published>2009-06-14T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T00:04:16.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;FAMILY DAY OUT;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so today was like super duper nice food day, haha. i woke up right at 12 and did the usuals. my mom wanted to eat arnolds fried chicken, okay bonus. than aft tht went to the IT fair at suntec than went to eat ayam penyet. ho sei liao! haha. oh, and got a new wallet like finallyy. but but, the sad news is my slippers both the nike and reef ones are going to disintegrate realllll sooon. well, the reef one has and the nike one is preparing for its final voyage. haha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;freakin shit man, just when i thought me and ilmi could have fun on the holidays, he get quarantined. but nvm, if i stay home and ask my dad for pocket money i can save. which is a big bonus! okay, enough of sulking in and i should make most of my free time to do wht i want. which is? ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! haha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;i know you got a man but this is what you should say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why don't you tell him that I'm leavin' never to come back again&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;el-nino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877921610444515615-751409009840916018?l=fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/feeds/751409009840916018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/06/family-day-out-so-today-was-like-super.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/751409009840916018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/751409009840916018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/06/family-day-out-so-today-was-like-super.html' title=''/><author><name>Zul(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504545445853753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877921610444515615.post-94526924992856426</id><published>2009-06-13T23:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T00:39:49.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;TAMPINES ROVERS 1-1 SAF FC &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HAHA, okay that wasn't the full time score. but the game was exciting. supposed to watch the game at Jalan Besar with ilmi. BUT, he got quarantined or something because he sis got swine flu. BUT NOT TO BE ALARM PPL, she's on her road to recovery. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; a common mistake tht ppl make is tht you will not definitely die if you have the swine flu. studies have shown tht the common flu has a higher death rate than the swine flu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;you are my oxygen, without you i couldnt live;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;el-nino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877921610444515615-94526924992856426?l=fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/feeds/94526924992856426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/06/tampines-rovers-1-1-saf-fc-haha-okay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/94526924992856426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/94526924992856426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/06/tampines-rovers-1-1-saf-fc-haha-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Zul(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504545445853753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877921610444515615.post-5942625573637876435</id><published>2009-06-12T14:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T16:25:26.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY ASLAM ISMAIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, happy birthday homeboy. i hope our surprise was very surprising. haha, and the song we made up was hardwork. haha. let me write it for you all :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A, S, L, A, M&lt;br /&gt;aslam aslam, go go&lt;br /&gt;aslam is already 18 and now he could go for a spin,&lt;br /&gt;but then he took so very long to hear us sing a fucking song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, the song was depicted from the emperor's new groove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, we had tons of fun playing volleyball, soccer and swimming. haz, azura, ilmi, iman went up the stage and dance the palawan beach thing or something haha. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; sofia was calling me fat and all. haha, and vice versa. i am realllyyyyyyyyy sorry if i was mean to you. HAHA, BUT YOU DID CALL ME FAT &amp;amp; YOU KEPT THROWING SAND AT ME! HAHA. haha. now i know how it feels to be mean to you, because you are so mean to me! haha. yeah, but no hard feeling rite? haha. i know you had fun! haha. oh ya, and i got ur text. haha, i told u tht i can teach u how to kick a soccer ball and serve a volleyball properly! haha, now u must practice! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el-nino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877921610444515615-5942625573637876435?l=fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/feeds/5942625573637876435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-18th-birthday-aslam-ismail-haha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/5942625573637876435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/5942625573637876435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-18th-birthday-aslam-ismail-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Zul(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504545445853753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877921610444515615.post-7707327905226230574</id><published>2009-06-11T00:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:24:13.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;GIRL YOU ARE MY OXYGEN; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ILMI BILAL has finally reached sg. &amp;amp; you know wht he saw arsene wenger, arsenal's manager at the airport. he called me and said he just touch down sg and he's standing beside him.-,- i was like lie sey, then he say he took picture all. haha, he said tht arsene was seriously stuck up! haha, frenchy wht? haha.haha, glad he's finally back, now got an extra member to hang out. haha. today, lepak at downtown with ilmi, aslam, iman &amp;amp; jc. lepak thr like our hse like tht. HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh ya, he's awesome cause he bought me a tee and board shorts frm australia. haha, thanks my bitch! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One second without you know that I'd die for sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;On depending on you I cant do this on my own &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Everything else I can do without I hope you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;You are my oxygen without you I couldnt live &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;el-nino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877921610444515615-7707327905226230574?l=fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/feeds/7707327905226230574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/06/girl-you-are-my-oxygen-ilmi-bilal-has.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/7707327905226230574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/7707327905226230574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/06/girl-you-are-my-oxygen-ilmi-bilal-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Zul(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504545445853753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877921610444515615.post-6105310644963917907</id><published>2009-06-09T02:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T02:55:09.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i suddenly got this weird urge to write. hey, writing's a form of expressing urself rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;falling for someone is a strong phrase but as much as i try to doubt it, i think i am. yeah, tell me abt it. well how abt this, when im talkin to this special person, i will always have a smile on my face. i dunno why, im curious to find out too. she is always fun to talk to. &amp;amp; she always would be stressed out, only for me to realise tht how little things are important to her, the little things tht make it perfect. i can say tht she's a perfectionist &amp;amp; it makes me truly see how perfect she is. frm her natural flawless beauty, to her never-ending laughter frm lame jokes. she just has something extraordinary tht other girls doesnt have, she has tht very strong attitude which shows she's nice but tht she could stand up for herself too. she's just super duper. she just has something abt her. something tht it seem i cant figure out frm her fun-filled attitude to her beauty. hmmm, it really bugs me tht i have nothing tht i can do so it seems. how could you make someone realise without actually making her realise? get it? i'm tied and it's complicated...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;el-nino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877921610444515615-6105310644963917907?l=fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/feeds/6105310644963917907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-suddenly-got-this-weird-urge-to-write.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/6105310644963917907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/6105310644963917907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-suddenly-got-this-weird-urge-to-write.html' title=''/><author><name>Zul(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504545445853753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877921610444515615.post-7007332647044917972</id><published>2009-06-08T22:25:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T23:39:09.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;SOCCER FEVER, KIMBERLY CRAZY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HAHA, had remedial frm 9 to 10.30am. as usual 30mins late. &amp;amp; i thought i was late but when i went in the my classroom. ms lam was taking temperature. i was like woah, lucky i late. haha. aft a session of worthless, and nothing goin inside my brain. wanted to play soccer, but EVERYONE was like out. so iman, ajay and me went to white sands to grab a bite while buying time until playing soccer. just imagine us camping at mac and waiting frm 12 till 4 just seeing time fly. finally played soccer at 5 and went back. it was like superb ah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;DUDES, you know kimberly frm kids central, the one who acted in R.E.M as rachel or something. i totally so her on the mrt while going to pasir ris. i was like going ga-ga over her. and the best part was i was like playing psp the whole time &amp;amp; not notice her. haha, the best part was ajay said to me tht the girl beside her was hot and not saying kimberly. i only noticed her when she got up and walked past me. there was like this ray of halo around her tht made me notice her. okay, not tht dramatic ah but maybe because she was like towering over everybody else. i was truly speechless. i heard tht she was hot but i didnt know she was this hot! haha. the problem is she's still etched in my mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AZURA BIRTHDAY PICTURES;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/Si0rkiKqiUI/AAAAAAAAADc/2NeKbgE3LA8/s1600-h/azura1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344976239405467970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/Si0rkiKqiUI/AAAAAAAAADc/2NeKbgE3LA8/s320/azura1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/Si0sD2OuMQI/AAAAAAAAADk/BiAZ_xXUgn4/s1600-h/IMG-6446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344976777367138562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/Si0sD2OuMQI/AAAAAAAAADk/BiAZ_xXUgn4/s320/IMG-6446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/Si0sVQ6ZBgI/AAAAAAAAADs/LWYWKmjSNPA/s1600-h/IMG-6453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344977076587398658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/Si0sVQ6ZBgI/AAAAAAAAADs/LWYWKmjSNPA/s320/IMG-6453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/Si0sfw9EzqI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CXypXSzQAGE/s1600-h/IMG-6467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344977256987283106" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/Si0sfw9EzqI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CXypXSzQAGE/s320/IMG-6467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/Si0svSmo1dI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mD-VGtiWE2Q/s1600-h/IMG-6468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344977523718018514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/Si0svSmo1dI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mD-VGtiWE2Q/s320/IMG-6468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/Si0tCESNzlI/AAAAAAAAAEE/T7nsQ467Y4A/s1600-h/IMG-6484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344977846291779154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/Si0tCESNzlI/AAAAAAAAAEE/T7nsQ467Y4A/s320/IMG-6484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/Si0tNZDEFrI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Ar9Wm5K2axI/s1600-h/IMG-6488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344978040843933362" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/Si0tNZDEFrI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Ar9Wm5K2axI/s320/IMG-6488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/Si0tdX3rm4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/pduqXaYPs24/s1600-h/IMG-6495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344978315405663106" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/Si0tdX3rm4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/pduqXaYPs24/s320/IMG-6495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/Si0tp17xTYI/AAAAAAAAAEc/yh5AFmkVxzQ/s1600-h/IMG-6501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344978529634307458" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/Si0tp17xTYI/AAAAAAAAAEc/yh5AFmkVxzQ/s320/IMG-6501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/Si0uJdOtgdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/tr8nS5utgRo/s1600-h/IMG-6542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344979072758677970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/Si0uJdOtgdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/tr8nS5utgRo/s320/IMG-6542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/Si0uiDIciFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/2NgB_b8sTcM/s1600-h/IMG-6558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344979495249807442" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/Si0uiDIciFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/2NgB_b8sTcM/s320/IMG-6558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/Si0uwmSvlWI/AAAAAAAAAE8/8MoRK2iL-ns/s1600-h/IMG-6562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344979745206408546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/Si0uwmSvlWI/AAAAAAAAAE8/8MoRK2iL-ns/s320/IMG-6562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/Si0u9QrSCPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/xg7WTeR9cBY/s1600-h/IMG-6563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344979962742049010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/Si0u9QrSCPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/xg7WTeR9cBY/s320/IMG-6563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/Si0vRRdTEJI/AAAAAAAAAFM/-F-8pt6Beu8/s1600-h/IMG-6603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344980306549215378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/Si0vRRdTEJI/AAAAAAAAAFM/-F-8pt6Beu8/s320/IMG-6603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;you got my temperature rising like kimberly;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;el-nino&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877921610444515615-7007332647044917972?l=fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/feeds/7007332647044917972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/06/soccer-fever-kimberly-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/7007332647044917972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/7007332647044917972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/06/soccer-fever-kimberly-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Zul(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504545445853753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/Si0rkiKqiUI/AAAAAAAAADc/2NeKbgE3LA8/s72-c/azura1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877921610444515615.post-6280032041143808153</id><published>2009-06-06T22:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T23:57:48.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY 15TH BIRTHDAY AZURA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/SiqNrFC8PQI/AAAAAAAAADU/X8UO_p2Brfw/s1600-h/azura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344239679056919810" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/SiqNrFC8PQI/AAAAAAAAADU/X8UO_p2Brfw/s320/azura.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i know it should be like azura alone, but i put this photo as yours truly took it.&lt;br /&gt;so i wanted to show my photographic prowess, as the girls said it was nice so like&lt;br /&gt;must show off abit ah. heh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU HAVE THE BEST SMILE AND A FUNNY LAUGH. AZURA. HAHA. i know the 'surprise' wasnt very suprising. but, its the thought tht counts rite? haha. and sorry couldnt have get you anything. &amp;amp; there goes another person who has become older than me. haha, but i can wait dont mind to be young :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, today like always had no whr to go. what's with sg seriously. it's freaking mundane and totally is not fun at alllll. whr is it fun to go in sg anyways? i'm damnnnn irritated with the point tht sg has no place to go to have fun tht is NEW. i saw the new ION on orchard or something like tht. i bet it is gonna be another vivo. BEING superrrr nice on the outside but practically nothin new at all inside. what's the point of haveing a new mall but there's nothing new inside? anyways ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i just heard the avril lavigne cd's at jian chao's hse. apparently his sister is a BIG fan of avril and has the oldest to her newest CD. haha, she is seriously hot man. like i saw her cd covers. i was like WOAHHHHH. hot hot heat much. but to bad, she's taken. if not, i can go. heh, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you got my temperature rising like el-nino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you got my temperature rising like el-nino ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;el-nino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877921610444515615-6280032041143808153?l=fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/feeds/6280032041143808153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-15th-birthday-azura.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/6280032041143808153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/6280032041143808153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-15th-birthday-azura.html' title=''/><author><name>Zul(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504545445853753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/SiqNrFC8PQI/AAAAAAAAADU/X8UO_p2Brfw/s72-c/azura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877921610444515615.post-4888286778808026952</id><published>2009-06-05T22:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T19:20:47.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;B.O.R.E.D.O.M &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holidays are such a bore. a whole waste off 'free time' which is spent doing absolutely nothing. &amp;amp; to the lucky ppl who gets to get off this boring, small island. i have ran out of ideas on whr to go in sg. i am going to try out new places which i have nvr went to before. heh. maybe try out the new joo koon station and look around, or pioneer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just nw had math remedial which was just plain useless, i dun even know why i came in the first place. come, sit, talk, disturb ms lam and then went back. talk abt plain jane rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, feeling wiped out so gonna head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happiness is achieved through a journey, and not the destination.&lt;br /&gt;el-nino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877921610444515615-4888286778808026952?l=fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/feeds/4888286778808026952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/06/b.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/4888286778808026952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/4888286778808026952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/06/b.html' title=''/><author><name>Zul(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504545445853753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877921610444515615.post-454297956277706876</id><published>2009-06-04T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T16:50:36.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;I LOVE IT WHEN YOU CALL, BUT YOU NVR CALL AT ALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I totally got the song frm watching good luck chuck. watch it before but since have nothin to do watch it again on HBO. awesome, when i thought tht jessica alba is not hot anymore, she nvr fails to make me go ga-ga over her. fuyoh, when she start teasing the guy in the movie, i was like WHATTTTT!?!? she's like awesome but at the same time doesn't have tht slut look. heh, if u get wht i mean guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISTURBIA is another awesome movie. i probably think shia labeouf is one of the most luckiest guy, okay scratch tht. THE MOST LUCKIEST GUY ON EARTH RIGHT NOW. he acts in both transformers &amp;amp; disturbia which has two hot hot heat babes in it and he gets to make out with them. like -,-. &amp;amp; his like freakin funny like ppl will start laughing when seeing him make out not like get steamy or something. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/SieJd7wixbI/AAAAAAAAADE/wKrcUiiI6ig/s1600-h/megan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343390630248891826" style="WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/SieJd7wixbI/AAAAAAAAADE/wKrcUiiI6ig/s320/megan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;MEGAN FOX :&lt;br /&gt;TRANSFORMERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/SieJ7erPmmI/AAAAAAAAADM/CbB89d74stU/s1600-h/sarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343391137838111330" style="WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/SieJ7erPmmI/AAAAAAAAADM/CbB89d74stU/s320/sarah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;SARAH ROEMER :&lt;br /&gt;DISTURBIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i love it when you call but u nvr call at all,&lt;br /&gt;el-nino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877921610444515615-454297956277706876?l=fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/feeds/454297956277706876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-it-when-you-call-but-you-nvr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/454297956277706876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/454297956277706876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-it-when-you-call-but-you-nvr.html' title=''/><author><name>Zul(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504545445853753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/SieJd7wixbI/AAAAAAAAADE/wKrcUiiI6ig/s72-c/megan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877921610444515615.post-8353862330480354546</id><published>2009-06-03T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T00:07:26.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;went down to town today. walked, walked arnd and saw some cool stuff. when i was at pacific plaza, thr was one attention seeking guy in a giant stroller! i was like WTF! he had a microphone and all. he was like making baby noises, even the security guard didnt know what to do with tht guy. he said he was french and all. he went arnd the whole of orchard. haha. seriously attention deprived or just plain lunatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr remedial class, i hope it would be awesome but i didnt finish the hw so what the heck ah. since hwen i finish hw anyways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love life and life would love you!&lt;br /&gt;el-nino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Zul(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504545445853753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877921610444515615.post-6320554247832569901</id><published>2009-06-02T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T01:13:00.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;SAIMAH &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VERSUS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;HEINEKEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;haha, maybe to some of you ppl might be thinkin, wht's with the title? well, its something Hazirah and me talked abt. haha, anyways, i think the new heineken commercial is damnnn superrr funny. who hasnt watch it yet could catch it on sports chnnl like ESPN, star sports or YOUtube. i wont give you guys any details but its superr duperrr funny. okay, maybe just abit. it involves a closet! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;holidays have been super bummer. i totally got to make some cash, seeing all the sales goin on is killer. frm quicksilverr, to stussy and ripcurl. woah, like seriously. gotta make some $$$$. and i must say tht the math remedial is awesome. freakin fun, didnt do much but talk. haha. but it beats staying at home doin nothin rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i think im doin something serious wrong, falling for someone i should not be falling for. oh well, i wont think to much abt it. my ambitions of being a batchelor is goin well i think? heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;looking back at the past is boring, the excitement lies in the future!&lt;br /&gt;el-nino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877921610444515615-6320554247832569901?l=fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/feeds/6320554247832569901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/06/saimah-versus-heineken-haha-maybe-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/6320554247832569901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/6320554247832569901'/><link rel='alternate' 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/SiKkIzO0SAI/AAAAAAAAAC8/o0DikBWR2uU/s320/birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It is the time whr u have lived a year more on earth.&lt;br /&gt;It is the time whr u have celebrated ur birth on earth.&lt;br /&gt;It is the time whr u get more "mature".&lt;br /&gt;It is the time whr u get presents.&lt;br /&gt;It is the time whr u have the right to be a happy-goober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;credits for ilmi on doing this. i copied his idea frm his blog. i think its cool. and furthermore, i didn't go anywhr today so its boring to write down on my life story. so here goes the b'day of ppl i remembered ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAZIRAH born on 26 september &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i must admit tht we weren't really close until this year. but, phew if we weren't who would play stress with me? haha. i think that ur super duper. enough said :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ilmi born on 14 october&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my brother frm another mother. my own personal bedok south slut. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SOFYA born on 1 ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;haha, the girl who always says im super lame. but still laughs at my 'lameness'. heh. i bet u think that i didnt rmb ur b'day. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Jian Chao born on 1 may&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my brother frm another father. my own personal bedok south bitch. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NATALIE born on 1 april &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the fun girl to talk to. you'll nvr get bored of talkin to. haha, and the slow girl who takes 2 days to get things. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Iman born on 28 february&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the 70s guy trapped in a 21st century boys's body. my bedok south whore. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SOFIA born on 23 july &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the girl who laughs at an umbrella. haha. the girl who claims to get 'distracted' studyin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Aslam born on 11 june &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the guy who most probably gonna turn pro. don't forget to give free tickets to matches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Azura born on 6 june &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the gal who is crazy. ultimately hyper and nvr is boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fadhilah born on 10 january &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the crazy gal who nvr stops laughing for no reason. she nvr fails to be interesting in&lt;br /&gt;a weird way with all her crap. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Liyi born on 8 september&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;one of the crazy girls who laughs non-stop when a joke is told. haha. very fun to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ta-dahhh. pheww, finally finish. haha. sry to those i didn't put down but u know u dudes and dudettes will always be in my heart. haha, chey. sentimental much. camp rock is on channel 5 now. haha, ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;if u fall dont pick urself up just yet, learn how u fall and&lt;br /&gt;how to prevent it then pick urself up.&lt;br /&gt;el-nino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877921610444515615-855019577260911228?l=fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/feeds/855019577260911228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/b-i-r-t-h-d-y-it-is-time-whr-u-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877921610444515615.post-3672220067365903478</id><published>2009-05-30T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T13:17:37.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;                   SCHOOL'S OUT, SCREAM &amp;amp; SHOUT !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;What's the use of holidays when you have no plans. to be honest, i would rather be at sch then drown in total boredom at hm. BIND was cancelled, GREATTTT. just what i needed for a holiday, nothing to do-,-. i guess i would go for the math remedial crap as i have nothing to do at all. atlleast can have fun with my classmates and maybe, MAYBE improve my math. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i just hope that my results would get better so my dad won't nag. i want like for the first time to like ask my dad to come for ptm. haha, and sit beside him and soak in all the glory of scoring gd for my exams :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;haha, i guess that my blog will be superrr fullyyy everdayyy updated as i have alotttt of spare time. haha. gonna go to tamp now, ilmi goin to melbourne in like a few hours. lucky, bastard. haha. so is like we goin out for lunch for like until he come back in 10 days. gd la, he have fun i suffer and drown in boredom-,- haha, have fun ass. ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing to do? meditate! heh :D&lt;br /&gt;el-nino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877921610444515615-3672220067365903478?l=fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/feeds/3672220067365903478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/schools-out-scream-shout-whats-use-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/3672220067365903478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/3672220067365903478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/schools-out-scream-shout-whats-use-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Zul(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504545445853753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877921610444515615.post-4954757734499699043</id><published>2009-05-28T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T02:03:40.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MAN UTD LOSS,&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; BARCELONA WON !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;as u could read frm the title, the eagerly awaited champions league finals has been played, and like expected man u loss. i heard it was a thrilling match which barcelona totally dominated and ronaldo playing like a little girl as always, no offence to the gals crazy over him for no reason.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; go crazy over torres better! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;on a more serious note, wanted to stay over at ilmi's hse to watch the finals. but, there was a speed bump. more like a road block. MY oh so nice form teacher complained to my dad about me. first, my results. secondly, how i "disrespect" her. thirdly, how i was a "bad boy". so my dad didn't let me go ah. haiya, could have watch barca beat man u and how ronaldo sucked. he must have seriously sucked balls cause even one of the craziest ronaldo fan i know, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sofya imran chew said he sucked balls.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;woah, that coming frm her! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;just now had PTM at sch. kinda cool how sch is at night. i likey! how i wish that sch was at night. that would be cool. but, alot of ppl would be kinda col or scared in english as it's superrrr creepy. haha, but like cool if got like one day we come instead of 7.30am but 7.30pm. HAHA! ho sei la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/SiFzyzXmeJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mXZnnGGdstw/s1600-h/barca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341677949657970834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/SiFzyzXmeJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mXZnnGGdstw/s320/barca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;CHAMPIONS OF CHAMPIONS LEAGUE 09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;okay, i'm off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;take it day by day, and all will be okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el-nino&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877921610444515615-4954757734499699043?l=fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/feeds/4954757734499699043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/man-utd-loss-barcelona-won-as-u-could.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/4954757734499699043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/4954757734499699043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/man-utd-loss-barcelona-won-as-u-could.html' title=''/><author><name>Zul(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504545445853753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/SiFzyzXmeJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mXZnnGGdstw/s72-c/barca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877921610444515615.post-5861861661416664970</id><published>2009-05-24T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T13:10:01.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;                             EL-NINO HAS BEEN REVEALED !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haha, thanks hazirah for entertaining me and not just ignored my nonsensical crap. now, u know who is that mysterious &lt;strong&gt;EL-NINO. :D &lt;/strong&gt;i hope that u had as much fun as i did trying to figure out who was that person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;anyways, yest went to tamp and then to downtown. sg is getting on my nerves. its freakinggg boring. someone pleaseeeeee tell me where is the fun, cool, hip place to go in sg. and skip places like esplanade, town, vivo and all that. what would be cool is to have &lt;strong&gt;maximum fun &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;minimise spending!&lt;/strong&gt; that would be the total HO SEI LA moment if anyone could name me a place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i wanna catch angels &amp;amp; demons, the trailers looks awesome and have been getting rave reviews. but movies, i think is a total waste and makes u go banked! most of the movies i catch in cinemas for one time have all been forgotten by my buddy brain of mine on what the movie is about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i watch guiness world records and there is one record for the highest and fastest vertical drop! it is in gold coast and it goes up 36 storeys high for &lt;strong&gt;90 seconds&lt;/strong&gt; and drops to the ground in &lt;strong&gt;5 seconds.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; just imagine how ur face would look like going that fast! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;great stress reliever!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;life is like a game of cards, get it wrong? shuffle it!,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;el-nino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877921610444515615-5861861661416664970?l=fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/feeds/5861861661416664970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/el-nino-has-been-revealed-haha-thanks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/5861861661416664970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/5861861661416664970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/el-nino-has-been-revealed-haha-thanks.html' title=''/><author><name>Zul(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504545445853753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877921610444515615.post-4323538799472435919</id><published>2009-05-23T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T13:05:42.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;                                 3RD PLACING FOR 3E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#009900;"&gt;the inter class game was crappy. from the pitch to the referee. wasn't really fun, but i tried my freakin hardest to score. i did. and it was superrr important. after the games went to fri prayers and ate at SAIMAH with chng teng. went swim swim then went home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;"&gt;got home around 9, and then did some stuff. i didnt know that zul could be so emotional. hmm, i'm a sensitive guy, i guess? :) i'm confused ...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/Shd_UC75YZI/AAAAAAAAACU/tcIgm5HjDHQ/s1600-h/ana+ivanovic.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i watched like this show on channel 5 and thought that ana ivanovic(below) is seriously sweet like very mesmerising just looking at her sweetness. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/SheDTTXduuI/AAAAAAAAACs/lM7MuvUtya8/s1600-h/ana+ivanovic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338880250910456546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/SheDTTXduuI/AAAAAAAAACs/lM7MuvUtya8/s320/ana+ivanovic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;TO HAZIRAH: i read your blog and it was to me, who is that zul ur talkin about? can you like tell me how he's like so i can know how alike we are? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Live life as it was your last day,&lt;br /&gt;el-nino&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877921610444515615-4323538799472435919?l=fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/feeds/4323538799472435919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/3rd-placing-for-3e-inter-class-game-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/4323538799472435919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/4323538799472435919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/3rd-placing-for-3e-inter-class-game-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Zul(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504545445853753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/SheDTTXduuI/AAAAAAAAACs/lM7MuvUtya8/s72-c/ana+ivanovic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877921610444515615.post-4668621988773889725</id><published>2009-05-19T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T23:26:57.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;                                   HO SEI LIAO LA !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MID-YEAR OVER BABYYY!!! finally la, but like boring ah now. everyone like relax, relax. heh. sg is damn fcukin boring ah. whr to go? i also dunno. if it's fun, expensive crazy. then cheap, not fun -,-. i want to go the genting theme park, okay sound like lame right? but, if u take the thingy where u go up damnn high then drop fcukin fast. DAMN BLOODY FUN LAAA. haha, if sg got good rite? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tmr got sch, i think don't do anything la. lucky got P.E if not sibeh boring sey.. must play soccer, mon cancel cause rain cats and dogs, and cows all. superr heavy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOME UNITED won ah just now versus some thailang team in afc. baik ah, super sub: mohamad firdaus. He damn happy la, he score 2 goals and his goals CLASSSS! if home got saf left back ho sei siaaa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;okay, lost for words alr. and to hazirah: who the great el-nino you talkin about? HEHE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;live everyday if it was ur last!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;el-nino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877921610444515615-4668621988773889725?l=fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/feeds/4668621988773889725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/ho-sei-liao-la-mid-year-over-babyyy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/4668621988773889725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/4668621988773889725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/ho-sei-liao-la-mid-year-over-babyyy.html' title=''/><author><name>Zul(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504545445853753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877921610444515615.post-3502821922331797386</id><published>2009-05-16T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T20:01:32.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;"&gt;currently, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ARSENAL FC vs. MAN UTD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; i'm at ilmi house now watching the big game. i'm sure liverpool supporters are praying for arsenal to win againts them so that man u would not secure the title. current score 0-0, 2mins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#006600;"&gt;anyways, today went to tamp and then to jalan besar. tamp U-18 vs. NFA U-17, 4-0 or 3-0, haha. and NFA U-16 vs. SAF. 3-1 when we left, SAF was leading through a penalty when saf keeper let in 3 saveable goals. the no.8 striker for SAF was clearly pissed at the keeper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;can't wait to finish d&amp;amp;t and play soccer. been dying for soccer but it has been a good studying time, i guess. anyways, back to the game now, see ya!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com.sg/imgres?imgurl=http://www.4thegame.com/media/00/04/74/fabregas_captain_feature.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.4thegame.com/club/arsenal-fc/news/228313/cesc_blow_rocks_gunners/&amp;amp;usg=__YZ7wP3ZMBfFPgxVTqmLU6rYdghU=&amp;amp;h=256&amp;amp;w=200&amp;amp;sz=13&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=10&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=tR2C_8FRDAT7tM:&amp;amp;tbnh=111&amp;amp;tbnw=87&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dfabregas%2Bcaptain%26hl%3Den%26um%3D1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5EAqaNgTA5I/Sg6qzbY-iqI/AAAAAAAAACE/ypRjQYWs_vQ/s1600-h/fabregas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336390408983186082" style="FLOAT: left; 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        HEAD, &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;SHOULDERS&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;KNEES&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;TOES&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;KNEES&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;TOES&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;woke up at 6:15, i was dead tired and didn't wanna go to sch. but got SS exam soo had too-,- went out of the hse and got feeling goin to rain, actually no la was driziling so went and took my hoodie. blah,blah,blah .. reach tanah merah and raining cats and dogs sey! HO SEI LA! so must take bus what? then busstop sibeh qui lan soo many ppl. came to sch nice nice, not late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;SS so-so la, than sit at canteen play tai-ti, 21 and all the other card games. then, SAIMAH at bedok corner with azura, hazirah, ilmi, syahirah, iman and jc. oh, and nat. wait like 1 hour because haven't cook the ayam penyet-,-. HAHA, shiok ah sey, chng teng with ayam penyet. i know haz likes it :D must try! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;so went to airport again, met sofia, raudah and liyi at mac. than go and "study" history. HO SEI LA! quite interesting actually. sofia kept asking this and that. haha, ilmi and me were ... -,-. took mrt home and damnn kecoh with kindergarten songs, LONDON BRIDGE, MARY HAD A LITTLE LAMB n HEAD, SHOULDERS, KNEES &amp;amp; TOES. get it now, my title? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;okay, peace dudets &amp;amp; dudettes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;el-nino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877921610444515615-3958689536914111623?l=fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/feeds/3958689536914111623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/head-shoulders-knees-toes-knees-toes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/3958689536914111623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/3958689536914111623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/head-shoulders-knees-toes-knees-toes.html' title=''/><author><name>Zul(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504545445853753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877921610444515615.post-1098278335364552706</id><published>2009-05-13T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:49:46.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHAT'S UP DUDES AND DUDETTES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haha, finally back to blogging. i dunno why, but i had a sense of enthuism to start blogging. okay, skip the crap and i'll get it started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;so today, went to airport with sofia, azuraaa, liyi, raudah, jc, ilmi and iman and nat and faizul. HAHA, quite interesting actually. azura, liyi and raudah stayed at BK till 6+ talkin about sch's in bedok. haha, and azura i now quite worried i'm going to repeat also-,- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MID-YEARS is being an ass like fcuk. nabeh, study, study then paper sooo fcukin hard-,-. WASTING MY THUMB!!(underground joke). it's now left SS, hist and DnT. so, just goin with the flow until exam over. than gonna party like a rockstar! haha, another insider jc joke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okay, i won't drag on it cause need study for SS. haha, i step study je. &lt;strong&gt;kan kan&lt;/strong&gt;(nat's fav line)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;live life to the fullest!&lt;br /&gt;el-nino&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877921610444515615-1098278335364552706?l=fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/feeds/1098278335364552706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/whats-up-dudes-and-dudettes-haha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/1098278335364552706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877921610444515615/posts/default/1098278335364552706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveminutes-to-midnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/whats-up-dudes-and-dudettes-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Zul(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504545445853753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
