<?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-1760563408851401143</id><updated>2012-02-02T22:51:27.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>California wishing on these stars</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>246</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-2612273107194278657</id><published>2012-02-02T02:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T22:51:27.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We party like tomorrow ain't ever comin' around</title><content type='html'>Just got home from lepaking at Mac's @ Pioneer Mall with Haphiz. We chill like we ain't got no school niggas. But no. School goes on. Fuqqqqqit!! Met up with Haphiz and his friend, Ariff and it was quiiiite awkward because that guy was so quiet. Anyway, I've been feeling kinda down since few days back and the non-clubbing music they were playing were not helping at all like seriously. And it's totally unusual of them to NOT be playing clubbing songs. Haphiz treated me to vanilla cone and green tea since I treated him to hot fudge sundae previously. Mmmmmnomnom~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Ariff left, we htht abit and it got me feeling down. Credits to the terrible music aye. Then Shasha suddenly called me because apparently, he texted her and told her that I was feeling down. Then, while I was on the phone with her, this funny boy Haphiz texted me and asked if I wanted to share cinnamon melts with him. And I just nodded since I was on the phone and so he went in to get the melts. Kept peering in to check on him while I was on the phone and I started to wonder what was taking him that long because he just kept standing there, in front of the cashier counter, with nobody to attend to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After quite some time, I hung up the phone and just nice, he came back and set this down in front of me!!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--z8RoWVXZaQ/TyqfjvW85DI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/Dqg81vnJYDc/s1600/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--z8RoWVXZaQ/TyqfjvW85DI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/Dqg81vnJYDc/s400/029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704547314375124018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I was so surprised!!!!!! Surprised beyond words!!! Cheered up instantly. :))) Seriously the boy is so sweet hahahaha!! That was the first time somebody actually did such a thing for me hahaha I really felt damn touched. :))) That was the best thing that's happened to me in days and it's all thanks to him! :)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-2612273107194278657?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/2612273107194278657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/2612273107194278657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2012/02/just-got-home-from-lepaking-at-macs.html' title='We party like tomorrow ain&apos;t ever comin&apos; around'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/--z8RoWVXZaQ/TyqfjvW85DI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/Dqg81vnJYDc/s72-c/029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-4053406159521295591</id><published>2012-01-30T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T22:01:22.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm on 963 now, on my way to fetch my bb Shasha from work. Mad boliao today so I decided to switch on my "Boyfriend mode". Hahahahaha. Saw Mingyang and his friend at cck mrt just now and made last minute dinner plans at bpp. Gongcha afters woots!! So freaking awesome I had no idea that there's gongcha at bpp. Huat!!! Hahaha lepak and walked for abit before leaving. Was planning to take bus 180 home from bp interchange but I decided to switch on my "Boyfriend mode" early and ended up walking Mingyang home and waited for 963 at the bus stop near his house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My secret best friend and I sporting same Cheap Mondag jeans and Nutmeg baggu duckbag aye! Awyeah who're the cool kids?!?!! &lt;br /&gt;Answer: MINGYANG AND I!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huat!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-4053406159521295591?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/4053406159521295591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/4053406159521295591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-on-963-now-on-my-way-to-fetch-my-bb.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-3045654366520677113</id><published>2012-01-24T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T22:52:27.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay fuck this!!!! Orang nampak uh pkm. Uh pape pape.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-3045654366520677113?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/3045654366520677113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/3045654366520677113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2012/01/okay-fuck-this-orang-nampak-uh-pkm.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-4905022154435856081</id><published>2012-01-24T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T22:51:30.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seriously nak gi mampos. Aku happy pun jadi. Pape tapi aku tak happy. Abeh? Dia mcm gini, sebelum dan selepas perbezaan banyak. Asal? Tapi aku pun tak shock sgt ah dah expect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-4905022154435856081?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/4905022154435856081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/4905022154435856081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2012/01/seriously-nak-gi-mampos.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-5517717069040258626</id><published>2012-01-24T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T22:26:50.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel so far away</title><content type='html'>I don't regret it but maybe, just maybe, it was a mistake afterall..?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-5517717069040258626?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/5517717069040258626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/5517717069040258626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2012/01/feel-so-far-away.html' title='Feel so far away'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-453185038627670442</id><published>2012-01-24T00:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T01:23:31.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come what may, life goes on</title><content type='html'>I have no idea what's gon happen tomorrow. Or the day after. So many things can happen, or maybe nothing at all for that matter. But what can I do, really? How often do we have a choice? Even if we are gutsy and determined enough to go after what we want, how many out of all these "chasers" actually succeed? Happiness does not come with effort. Not most of the time anyway. So those afraid of failure dare not even put in the littlest of efforts because it might all just turn out to be a failed and feeble attempt. Ah life's tough!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-453185038627670442?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/453185038627670442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/453185038627670442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2012/01/come-what-may-life-goes-on.html' title='Come what may, life goes on'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-4068716853518381561</id><published>2012-01-18T00:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T00:14:18.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a feeling</title><content type='html'>So I happened to chance upon this quote on Twitter recently and it goes&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;If a guy can't even keep up a conversation, don't expect him to be able to keep up a relationship.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Genius right? Seriously, doesn't it make complete sense?! Though I am in no way able to justify it but it seems like it might actually be true. That's all for tonight, my eyes are hurting from fatigue. Good night! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-4068716853518381561?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/4068716853518381561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/4068716853518381561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-feeling.html' title='Just a feeling'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-6826316793187476414</id><published>2012-01-16T23:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T00:14:55.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life really is not easy at all</title><content type='html'>Questions I've been asking myself lately:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;What if they weren't my step-brothers but were my biological brothers?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;What if I my dad weren't a Malay?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picturing this exact same family with the addition of my brothers living under one roof, and all of us Chinese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadly, we only get to live once. There's nothing I can do to change this life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-6826316793187476414?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/6826316793187476414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/6826316793187476414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-really-love-my-brothers-alot.html' title='Life really is not easy at all'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-2706323633167470690</id><published>2012-01-16T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T22:52:49.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On an EVEN HAPPIER note!</title><content type='html'>Today was short but nice! :)) Hahahahaha sian lah not everything can post uh now! Nvm nvm some day I'll post about it hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-2706323633167470690?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/2706323633167470690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/2706323633167470690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2012/01/on-even-happier-note.html' title='On an EVEN HAPPIER note!'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-6668663473977608785</id><published>2012-01-16T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T22:50:10.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;一杯，两杯，三杯，四！拿那瓶酒到你的头再加多一fucking瓶! &lt;div&gt;倒给我多一杯！倒给我多一杯！倒给我多一杯！倒给我多一杯！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Posted this on Twitter because I was having so much fun direct translating everything from English to Chinese that I definitely had to share it! Originally, it goes&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;1 shot, 2 shot, 3 shot, 4! Take that bottle to the head and 1 fucking more!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pour me another one! Pour me another one! Pour me another one! Pour me another one!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Seriously I was just highing and had to share it but guess the response I got?! It's surprising enough that I even got response but Weicheow replied "Drunkard in action!" and Benny replied "DRUNKARD". All yo rude niggas!! I'm so disappointed!! 原来我在你们的心目中是这种人，是个酒鬼！！！ Hahahaha sigh. Reputation SOILED!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-6668663473977608785?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/6668663473977608785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/6668663473977608785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2012/01/fucking-posted-this-on-twitter-because.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-3132587166055642223</id><published>2012-01-15T11:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T12:18:28.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A moment of selfishness</title><content type='html'>Given 1 wish, I wish my brothers and I can live together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-3132587166055642223?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/3132587166055642223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/3132587166055642223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2012/01/given-1-wish-i-wish-my-brothers-can.html' title='A moment of selfishness'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-5634633557840509888</id><published>2012-01-04T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T22:25:14.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so fed up with you!!! Seriously!!! What is wrong with you?! I must say yes everytime you jio me for supper, if not you'll get pissed off. Now I jio you, straight NO NO NO worszxc!! And then you're probably gon call me at 12AM++ and be like "Ehhhh Hayati, I'm hungryyyy. Come out eat ehhhh." as usual and I'll be like "WHAT. THE. HELL?". Seriously don't play dumb and innocent afters alright. Don't "Eh why moodswing? Why pms?" me!!!! Just get it already please. YOU. PISSED. ME. OFF!! I'm not pmsing or whatnot lol seriously why will you even think that I'm pmsing?! Have you ever seen me pms?! Fyi, I do not have and definitely do not show any of such pre-menstrual symptoms.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg stop calling me!!! Wth I jio you just now and you said no, so CASE CLOSED. OGAY?! No no no cannot reopen case. NO NO NO. Meh eat that!!!! Have a taste of your own medicine. Don't summon me for your own entertainment as and when you feel like okay. Machiam booty call?! Urhhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-5634633557840509888?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/5634633557840509888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/5634633557840509888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-so-fed-up-with-you-seriously-what-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-38161004618121710</id><published>2012-01-01T19:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T19:24:30.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On 31 December 2011,</title><content type='html'>I was super super happy!! Actually until now 1 Jan 2012, I'm still very happy!! Every single one of my friends are real precious to me. :) So many things happened. So many good things!! Feel like I'm being complacent, without any care, worry nor fear and just so indulged in happiness right now. Can I just wish that none of these will be short-lived? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-38161004618121710?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/38161004618121710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/38161004618121710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2012/01/on-31-december-2011.html' title='On 31 December 2011,'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-8257134987560006988</id><published>2011-12-29T01:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T02:18:46.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sahara Bar w/ the Sin Kids &amp; Gangsta Twins</title><content type='html'>On the twins' birthday!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span &gt;The coolest twins, Mingyang and Mingyuan!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Woohoo! Those who went were, &lt;span &gt;Ben, Yewchern, Wenxuan, Tom, Kiat Wei, Ryan, Gideon, Weijian, Aaron, and the birthday twins!!&lt;/span&gt; Ordered 1 jug each of Tequila and Whiskey mix and 2 Sheesha, Apple Mint and Strawberry. A very long time after we finished our drinks, after much much muchhhh hesitation, we all decided to go in for our &lt;b&gt;Flaming Lambo&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yewchern and Ben ah, step hero and solo themselves. I shared with Kiat Wei then shared with Ryan again, which is equivalent to 1 shot am I right?! Hahahahaha. So anyway, the Flaming Lambo was a whole different world on its own man. &lt;b&gt;THE BEST DRINK, EVER!!&lt;/b&gt; We went back out to Sheesha after we finished our shots and a few of us were high! Especially stupid Yewchern hahahaha him and his lame jokes!! We both Sheesha then kept saying we were chimneys. Don't know what I was thinking, really hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember puking. Urgh I think it's cause I pia the Sheesha. Recently, I keep feeling sick after smoking or Sheesha. Sigh... Ogay anyway!! We then went to the riverside to lepak and drink Gideon's birthday present to the twins, Baileys! Tasted like chocolate milk. Oh ya by then, Mingyang totally couldn't walk man! Yewchern and I were "flying" hahahaha I remember that much ogay!!! After settling down at our lepak area, we started on the Baileys and Mingyuan drank most of it and eventually, became even worse than Mingyang hahahaha. Boomer plus gangster, the kings of the world sia the twins!!! Totally identical!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't remember all the puking parts hmm maybe I wasn't there~ Oh well haha. Oh ya I remember being carried by people or someone, I remember the fireman lift... Damn ok that's all I can remember!! Mehhhh. Anyway, Yewchern planked on the railing and started "swimming" hahahaha crazy funny!! The "doggy style" was the freaking killer finale hahahaha!! (Y) I drank quite alot of the Baileys here and there hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yewchern and I were really quite high and I think it's damn true that when I'm drunk, everyone's my friend. (Many thanks to Shawn for taking notice of my drunken antics hahaha!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked down the steps, or rather lumbered down the steps hahaha and got super near to the Singapore River! Right in front of it! Then we just sat there damn comfortably and talked, htht. It was really damn comfortable! The breeze, the view and all. And it was so peaceful because shit was happening upstairs and we were like, down there chilling. Talked for damn long apparently, says Gideon. Gideon said that they thought we got lost or jumped down the river because they couldn't find us. Epic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a chain of events, we went to McDonald's! Ate nuggets, used the toilet, took photos! Tom, Kiat Wei and Wenxuan left first because they didn't wna ton so they took a cab back. The rest of us went to outside Central afters and everyone else fell asleep after awhile, lying on one another's laps. Yewchern and I were the only ones awake so he suggested we go for a walk which I thinkkkk, was probably an hour plus walk because by the time we got back, the buses were already running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mingyuan puked again after he woke up. And as told by Mingyang, Mingyuan ponned Squash training that day hahahaha. Hangoverboy haha. Took a bus to Bukit Panjang but by the time the bus terminated at the interchange, there were only Ben, Yewchern and I left. We are the KKM gang!! Yup went to eat KKM for the first time in my life! Many many thanks to Ben and Yewchern for accompanying me to eat KKM. :)))) So sweet of them, unlike the others who rejected my pleas!! Heartless faggots. KKM was damn satisfying omg. Chilled, talked, reminisced the night hahaha before going back to interchange to part ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in 24 hours' time, we will be going to eat KKM again!! Wheeeee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anyway, here's wishing the coolest twins I know, &lt;b&gt;Mingyang &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;Mingyuan&lt;/b&gt;, a very very happy 17th birthday!! I'm sure they enjoyed themselves as much as or even more than I did!! :D :D :D &amp;lt;3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-8257134987560006988?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/8257134987560006988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/8257134987560006988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/12/sahara-bar-w-sin-kids-gangsta-twins.html' title='Sahara Bar w/ the Sin Kids &amp; Gangsta Twins'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-2992652896504369240</id><published>2011-12-24T00:06:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T01:59:37.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Library, THA BOMB.</title><content type='html'>Wazzzzzzup!! Blogging on 174, currently omw home. That's right, Internet access on-the-go!! Hayati Hamid now has 3G!! 66 more days to her legal day and Hayati Hamid finally owns a new phone (iPhone 4S mofos, talk to my Siri!!!!!) and 3G!!!!! Chyeahhhh. Went to Bugis with Ben, Weijian and Juanjun, my brothers from another mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to watch "Sherlock Holmes" the 7.15 PM show and had quite some time before that so we went to the arcade! Played bball man, Ben &amp;amp; Juanjun VS Weijian &amp;amp; I!! Team Engineering VS Team Branded Jeans WAHAHAHAHA!! And guess what?! Weijian and I got to Stage 4 man! Team Branded Jeans emerged victorious!! After Stage 3, our score was already higher than theirs so Weijian walked over to show off to them and I just stayed at the machine. Then I saw the machine count-down so I shouted, "Eh Weijian Weijian! Still have!!" And he was like "Huh?!?!!" So we continued!! Damn funny hahahaha loser Juanjun was like whining behind us and scolding Ben, "Walao see lah Ben!!! They keep on jin eh! Teamwork yknow anot?! Walao they keep on jin eh!!" Hahahahahaha!! So now, presenting to you the final scores,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Team Engineering VS Team Branded Jeans&lt;br /&gt;    204        :    &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;305&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booya!! Hahaha! Went to play table hockey after that. Fucking got thrashed this time hahahaha. Details of us getting thrashed shall be omitted. I humbly apologise OTL. Weijian was perspiring after our 2 rounds of table hockey and I almostttt broke out into a sweat too but NO. NO I DIDN'T. But it was fucking epic man seriously, machiam go arcade do sports?!?!! LOL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it was time for our movie!! Which was effing good btw?! Seriously, the director is G E N I U S. Mostly scenes that set us thinking and waiting in suspense but there were some SERIOUSLY CRAZY SHIT FUNNY PARTS MAN!!!! And those parts were UNNNNFORGETTABLE!!! Funny shiz!!! "Satanic pony" hahahahahaha!! Seriously guys, WATCH. IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, Ben had to leave after the movie so he couldn't join us for dinner. Ok, sorry my mistake I didn't mean "sadly", I meant to say "YAY!!!". Yeah good riddance Benjamin Siau I Have No Idea What's Your Chinese Name. So much for being a sleepover host huh how timely!!! Ate Mos Burger. Juanjun introduced me this crazy funny jap variety show called &lt;b&gt;"Silent Library"&lt;/b&gt;. Shit man, a must-watch!!! Wtf I swear we were making a scene at Mos man!!! Banging and kicking the wall and table, trying not to lol but ended up making more noise!! Which continued on our bus ride home as well. Damn funny!!!!!! Jap variety shows are G E N I U S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright imma sign off here. Conserving my battery so I can continue watching "Silent Library"!! Ciao and have a Merry Merry Christmas Eve &amp;amp; Christmas!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-2992652896504369240?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/2992652896504369240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/2992652896504369240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/12/silent-library-tha-bomb.html' title='Silent Library, THA BOMB.'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-2412169899546981266</id><published>2011-12-14T23:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T00:55:43.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 Dec 2011, "In The Making"</title><content type='html'>That night was sensational, unforgettable and just beautiful. Training for 9 months for just that 1.5 hour was really worthwhile. Woke up in the morning at 5 to wash up before making my way to Kallang theater to start our stage run at 7.30 AM. Fyi our show starts at 7.30 PM. Hahahahahaha WIN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here're a few pictures of our rehearsal at our studio!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F_UV1gYF0Ag/TujHpMq-y-I/AAAAAAAAAik/8QUNgPrvBCA/s1600/itm1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 171px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F_UV1gYF0Ag/TujHpMq-y-I/AAAAAAAAAik/8QUNgPrvBCA/s400/itm1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686014040145316834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dONFCBkawGE/TujHpP1TfWI/AAAAAAAAAic/Um5lM-UkERM/s1600/itm.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 171px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dONFCBkawGE/TujHpP1TfWI/AAAAAAAAAic/Um5lM-UkERM/s400/itm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686014040993922402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mad chio right?! Credits to Aaron, the coolest photographer ever. Which photographer can b-boy, break AND take such awesome pictures?! Seriously I think he's the only person on earth who can make me look pretty candid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The middle guy in the first picture is Joshua. Meheheheh hint hint ah!! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, it was super crazy cramming everything in 1 day from morning: Stage run, props transition, formation check, then full run. The stage is mad big so we had alot alot of trouble running to our formations!! Check out the stage!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4tYHLz8GGA/TujJsGLTcFI/AAAAAAAAAi0/D2O88o5V3Y8/s1600/itm8.jpg-large" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4tYHLz8GGA/TujJsGLTcFI/AAAAAAAAAi0/D2O88o5V3Y8/s400/itm8.jpg-large" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686016288964702290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lights are damn awesome hahahaha. Really got to salute control room for the lighting and backstage crew for the props transition.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stopped dancing at 5 PM and had to go get our makeup and hair done by 6 PM. Afters, we gathered at the stage for a briefing sesh. Our 3 instructors, Khye, Yongzhi and Jasmine, our student choreographer, Steffie, and our managing director, Aaron made their individual speech. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First up was Jasmine, who started tearing in the midst of her speech and got me and many other girls teary eyed as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next up was Khye, who was the most calm out of them all so we kinda cooled down a little. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, it was Steffie. Steffie was the one who really made us cry out loud hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaron and Yongzhi both kept saying how much they appreciate us for our time and effort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it was just so heartwarming really idk how else to describe it!! We had just enough time to touch up our makeup and hair before the doors opened at 7 PM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even before the doors opened, we were already all set standing back stage!! I drank Redbull and was swearing like shit keeping myself busy, talking to the backstage crew to distract myself from the seats that were slowly filling up. Paul was feeling nauseous, Yuxian and Eve kept marking steps. The waiting time backstage really felt like 4EVA!!! Serious shit never felt time pass that slowly before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we saw one spotlight on and the mc came out from stage-left and we knew that it was gon start!!! My "Bimbo item" was the 2nd item in the first-half so I was really really nervous!! BUT, IT TURNED OUT AWESOME!!! No mistakes for once and I successfully made it in time to my formation!! When I was done and went backstage, Suay freaking hugged me and kept jumping and shouting in my face "OMG HAYATI YOUR BIMBO ITEM WAS AWESOME!!!!" which made me damn happy heheh damn proud. :&amp;gt; First time I did a perfect job for "Bimbo item"!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the intermission after the first-half, Khye, Yongzhi and Aaron all came backstage and I swear it was the first time I saw them so happy. Their eyes were real bright, just like fathers who were proud of their children. They were saying, "Guys good job good job! The feedback is really good keep up the good work come on!!". :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My next item was the 2nd half "Fun item" and "Strength and Power". Fun item was super high because we were all singing along to the song! We were all in battle mode for "Strength and Power" man. The item really lives up to its name. For once, I felt like I extended my arms and legs to the fullest and amplified my movements and lines so I really felt great after the item. No regrets at all!! And then, Suay reacted the same way to my performance for "Strength and Power" just like how she did for my "Bimbo item". Really damn happy because it's like acknowledgement man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the very last item and we all went backstage, I just broke down and cried my heart out. I wasn't sad but I think I couldn't accept how everything ended so quickly. It's like we've trained so hard for so long just for that 1.5 hour and suddenly at the end of everything, all the fatigue, stress and happiness just came pouring out all at once. Hugged the other girls who were crying as well. Hai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I got to hug Joshua too!! Mehhhhhhheheheh!!! Contentedgirl94 skips home~ Hahahaha no lah. Never skip home, skip offstage nia. Cheyyyy!! Hahahahaha. Packed up real quick and met up with Alik, Ben, Chunxian and Shuan offstage. So sweet of them to come support~ Gotta love 'em!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway pictures to end off this post and the production. :')))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BpQ8yQ5FvWc/TujSsu4anzI/AAAAAAAAAjw/eA08euawkvM/s1600/itm3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 172px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BpQ8yQ5FvWc/TujSsu4anzI/AAAAAAAAAjw/eA08euawkvM/s400/itm3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686026195495984946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eDCN2747EwM/TujSqSUO0dI/AAAAAAAAAjk/qOhYOZ1JWsQ/s1600/itm4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 169px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eDCN2747EwM/TujSqSUO0dI/AAAAAAAAAjk/qOhYOZ1JWsQ/s400/itm4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686026153468285394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BvhoxVVaiv0/TujSqD9k_jI/AAAAAAAAAjY/vhkH4SIgmF0/s1600/itm2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 347px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BvhoxVVaiv0/TujSqD9k_jI/AAAAAAAAAjY/vhkH4SIgmF0/s400/itm2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686026149615173170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d4sxupzmwc8/TujSpJ1pOiI/AAAAAAAAAjM/DA7wpJxI0-4/s1600/itm6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 352px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d4sxupzmwc8/TujSpJ1pOiI/AAAAAAAAAjM/DA7wpJxI0-4/s400/itm6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686026134012639778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8hFI1dPBAko/TujSpKIzhiI/AAAAAAAAAjA/ZN4Th7dsVTs/s1600/itm5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8hFI1dPBAko/TujSpKIzhiI/AAAAAAAAAjA/ZN4Th7dsVTs/s400/itm5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686026134093006370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zledy-BeflM/TujTi6EuLJI/AAAAAAAAAkE/c0gktV8d1wA/s1600/itm7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 171px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zledy-BeflM/TujTi6EuLJI/AAAAAAAAAkE/c0gktV8d1wA/s400/itm7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686027126213323922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last picture: The most beautiful picture, my absolute favourite. :))) This was after curtain call. We were saying our thanks to the control room so were pointing and waving to them. :)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-2412169899546981266?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/2412169899546981266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/2412169899546981266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/12/11-dec-2011-in-making.html' title='11 Dec 2011, &quot;In The Making&quot;'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-F_UV1gYF0Ag/TujHpMq-y-I/AAAAAAAAAik/8QUNgPrvBCA/s72-c/itm1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-6958641630562291001</id><published>2011-12-13T12:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T12:37:37.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MY FUCKIN GOD!!!!!! SOLOMON WAVED AT MEEEEE!!!!!! WHEEEEEEEEEE!!! Was walking to the drinks stall with Dora and they talked then he saw me and waved at me!!!! He waved at me okayyyyy!!!! Woohoooo!!! Tak boleh focus in class uh akakakakakaka!!! &amp;lt;3&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S Gon post about prod real soon cause I haven't had time and it's definitely gon be one crazy long post if I ever start talking about it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-6958641630562291001?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/6958641630562291001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/6958641630562291001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/12/oh-my-fuckin-god-solomon-waved-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-7148148627373977346</id><published>2011-12-10T10:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T11:49:32.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POSAY FTW</title><content type='html'>Wazzup!! I just got home from drinking sesh last night at Shawn's and it was awwwwwesome!!! AS USUAL. Heh love the posays man we the coolest!! As cool as our name yehhhh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We met for dinner at Newton Circus. My first time there woohoo! We had stingray, hokkien mee, hor fun, fried carrot cake, and omelette!! Nyum nyum nyum nyum nyum nyum nyum!! (Claps hand like a faggot). Oh and a liiiiiittle bit of beer cause stupid Shawn ordered 1 bottle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chat, htht, gossiped for awhile before heading off to drink. Praise Dora for bringing her Absolut man hahahahahahaha genius!! Lepak for quite some time trying to decide where to drink until awesome Shawn offered his place!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND HIS PLACE IS FUCKING GODLY!!! Mad chio terrace house and the speaker in his room is crazy godly too!!! The bass is the love woah. &amp;lt;3 WIN. Had to go down to fetch the glasses and ice and just imagine, being able to hear the bass coming from the 4th floor when you're in the freaking kitchen on the 1st freaking floor!! Ama and Dora were damn obsessed they were like saying, "Woah seriously is like walking up and down Rebel, FUUUUCK YEAH." Hahahaha clubbersiaos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, praise Shawn for his alcohol collection mannnn!!!! Dora's was not enough hahahaha. Shawn said that I started pouring raw shots and just drank from everyones' cups after I sey hahahaha I'm the champion!!! Anyway, Alex and Shawn came up with stages and symptoms for my drunkenness so here goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stage 1: Starts laughing and clap hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stage 2: Starts "clubbing" and doing tectonik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stage 3: Starts talking about Z, F and J. :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stage 4: Starts scolding people and trash talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stage 5: Challenge push-up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Falls after the last push-up and dies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahaha fuck Ama said that I'm fucking entertaining when I'm drunk and stupid Shawn took videos until his remaining memory space is 1GB hahahaha who's the fucktardddd!! Wheeeee!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-7148148627373977346?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/7148148627373977346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/7148148627373977346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/12/posay-ftw.html' title='POSAY FTW'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-2398470074354805407</id><published>2011-12-08T09:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T09:52:25.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEMUA FUCK</title><content type='html'>I'm fucking disappointed. I ponned Tuesday with the thought that I might be able to meet my friends for catch-up lunch and in the end? Nobody. Fucking forever alone? Seriously people only talk to me when they're bored then when I miss them and want to meet them so bad? Fucking forever busy. AND THEN? I find out that they met up.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like some fucking loser ok. I really miss everybody alot alot but nobody want to meet me?!?!! SEMUA FUCK LAH FUCK KAU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-2398470074354805407?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/2398470074354805407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/2398470074354805407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/12/semua-fuck.html' title='SEMUA FUCK'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-539363571018309595</id><published>2011-12-07T01:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T01:38:46.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 more days to the show!!</title><content type='html'>Today, we had full-dressed rehearsal including props at Goodman Road. The place is huge but apparently Kallang theatre is still bigger than that. Sigh had such a hard time running to my formations... Anyway, we danced for 8h today. Woohoo all time high~ But the record will be broken 5 days later on the actual day of our show! Gon be dancing for 13h. Mother fucking insane I think I'll just spaz and foam and die. Just had my makeup removed. :) Fresh face!!! Ready for bed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as usual, dearest Aunty Corinne sent all of us home. :) We had supper at Clementi Kopitiam before heading home. Tze Kiat was the first today and after he alighteddddd, Aunty Corinne told me to shift from the back to the middle since we had more space. So as soon as I did, E came in and sat beside me! And praise the lord for the many turns omw home beeeecause E kept sliding towards my side and vice versa eeheeheeheeee pervgirl94 unleashed!!! Then we kept talking and then he suddenly asked like, "Where's your bag?" Then I said it was behind and he was like "It's ok I'll pass it to you" WOOOOOOOHOOOOO ok very minor lah k but that's just a small segment of the many exchanges we had!!!! RORRRRRRR AGGROPERVGIRL94!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that's it for now. Time to crash!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-539363571018309595?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/539363571018309595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/539363571018309595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/12/5-more-days-to-show.html' title='5 more days to the show!!'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-3735458964462676887</id><published>2011-12-06T00:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T13:06:50.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad rabak</title><content type='html'>Seriously. Sometimes, I really wonder if I mean anything to my friends. At least among all of my friends, has any one of them actually thought, "Seriously, I would die without Hayati." I just wish someone thinks this way. Even if that thought crosses their mind for just 1 sec. Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-3735458964462676887?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/3735458964462676887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/3735458964462676887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/12/sad-rabak.html' title='Sad rabak'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-2827002316056343517</id><published>2011-12-04T17:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T17:41:26.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit happens when you're drunk!!!</title><content type='html'>Been doing so many crazy shit recently omg!! Drinking is like a weekly routine now that I've found a new home - my sem 2 class!! Friday was probably the craziest game of "Dare". Yeah no "Truth" mannnnnn suck on that!!! Fucking crazy I can't believe I did that. To think that we both vowed on the same thing but ended up breaking it under alcohol influence. Hahahahahaha shit man. Partygirl94? Cheyyyy no lah no lah at least I didn't go to Rebel. Okay more like couldn't go to Rebel cause I'm underage. Mehhhhhh just stayed there and drink.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jefferd is a genius for finding that drinking spot seriously. Fucking crazy we had 5 bottles!!!! Southern Comfort, Valentine Scotch, Bacardi Lemon, Jagermeister and Jack Daniels. Hahahahaha fucking Cherly chugged the Bacardi and got slapped by Dora hahaha. Crazy drunk ass. I wasn't high lo that night I was emo. :( Unlike the first time drinking with a smaller crowd. I was more high that time definitely because those people from that time, Shawn, Alex, Eugene, Mustaqim and Ama, were more like 自己人. :'( Could high and htht with nooooo restrictions~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-2827002316056343517?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/2827002316056343517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/2827002316056343517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/12/shit-happens-when-youre-drunk.html' title='Shit happens when you&apos;re drunk!!!'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-1745966838430296640</id><published>2011-12-02T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T09:16:18.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROARRRRRRRRRRRR</title><content type='html'>Smcccccccc marketing 26/30 bitchasssss!!!!! Bitch slap yall!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-1745966838430296640?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/1745966838430296640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/1745966838430296640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/12/roarrrrrrrrrrrr.html' title='ROARRRRRRRRRRRR'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-7430568035383623579</id><published>2011-11-28T00:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T00:15:00.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eQUd1xgDQ9c/TtJh2nPZtKI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/LCADhd0MTuk/s1600/Capture.PNG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eQUd1xgDQ9c/TtJh2nPZtKI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/LCADhd0MTuk/s400/Capture.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679709670942028962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously this guy, all-time champion sia wts!! Xiaoyi is king uh don't play play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-7430568035383623579?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/7430568035383623579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/7430568035383623579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/11/seriously-this-guy-all-time-champion.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-eQUd1xgDQ9c/TtJh2nPZtKI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/LCADhd0MTuk/s72-c/Capture.PNG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-3330105456433567793</id><published>2011-11-27T23:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T23:30:46.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I went to town with my dearest dearest friend, Bryan Foo!!! Wooooo!! Pei him study then went to collect my &lt;b&gt;Cheap. Fuckin. Monday&lt;/b&gt;!!!!!! Chyeahhhhh!!!!! Hahahahahaha. Mehhhhhhhh but guess who I met in town?!?!! :((((( He tapped me sia omg hehehe happy that he was the one who saw me first and said hiiiii~&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT!!!!! Mehhhhhhhhhhhhh why he always with girls?!?!! I called Alex straightaway after I saw him then that bitch Alex was like laughing over the phone. Useless love guru. :((((((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prod Training:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Prod training yesterday was super fun. Slacked and sessioned outside while the peeps in 'Taking Chances' were using the studio. Chilled and danced with the Chua sisters, Sarah, Ashlee and Claire and also, the Thai boys, Jordan, Bolton, Max and Nam!! The guys were practicing their item with Keith as the main lead but Keith was in the studio so they had to practice on their own. When it came to Keith's part at the song chorus, I just jumped out and danced his part then Sarah started laughing her ass off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had so much fun imitating Keith together with Ashlee. So rare that I got to bond with them hehehe love them!! Didn't know they were so much fun! Ashlee and I tried doing a baby freeze for like damn long and then when I finally lifted my legs up for like 2 puny seconds, we totally shouted "WOHHHH!!!!!!!" and immediately stood up and high-fived and hugged and jumped!! Spazzzz and drama!!! Hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-3330105456433567793?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/3330105456433567793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/3330105456433567793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/11/today-i-went-to-town-with-my-dearest.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-3825060463688744596</id><published>2011-11-26T14:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T14:33:32.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;What's meant to be will be&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if it's meant to be it'll happen right? But what if it's not meant to be? Do I continue waiting for something to happen or better yet, even chase after it? It's nonsense lah really... Why is it never mutual? It just seems like nothing ever goes my way and I'm just so tired of it all... So if I believe in that saying, should I just let go? Because if it's like this, then what's not meant to be will never be, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-3825060463688744596?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/3825060463688744596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/3825060463688744596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/11/whats-meant-to-be-will-be-so-if-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-8989286233175933706</id><published>2011-11-25T01:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T01:20:56.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tuesday after school, Shawn, Alex, Irene, Mustaqim and I played pool in school till like 7.30pm. Hahahaha. Lost count on how much we spent trollolol. Yusuf came to rp to meet me before heading off to drink but after seeing him in not only a t-shirt but a blazer as well (Tsk!!!), I begged him to let me go home to change first and upon granting me permission, he then begged me to let him in to my house. Hahahaha seriously weirdo.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we went up and then my dad was home and I knew my dad was shocked when he saw that I brought ONE boy home. Furthermore &lt;b&gt;ONE. MALAY. BOY. &lt;/b&gt;I told Yusuf to talk to my dad about guitars to make my dad happy but it turned out better than I expected cause they totally clicked together!! And then from my room I heard my dad asked him if he smokes and in my mind I was like, "Shit! I didn't tell him to say 'No' or avoid the topic!". Anddddddd guess what, Yusuf said YES. Then, my dad started talking to him about my second bro. Seriously, I wonder why dad was able to click so well with Yusuf. Maybe because he's the first male Malay friend I brought home... Hmm hahaha I really wonder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So blah blah blah until I was done preparing! After we left house, Yusuf kept saying, "I think your dad likes me" hahahaha damn joke. Then I had to text my dad right away saying, "Not boyfriend uh. NO OK!!!" and dad replied me with a smiley face. Hahahahaha maybe he really likes Yusuf. :&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-8989286233175933706?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/8989286233175933706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/8989286233175933706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/11/tuesday-after-school-shawn-alex-irene.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-998309249479284968</id><published>2011-11-22T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T13:13:07.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOL tone deaf people who like to sing so fucking out loud in public.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-998309249479284968?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/998309249479284968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/998309249479284968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/11/lol-tone-deaf-people-who-like-to-sing.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-4354192201322235918</id><published>2011-11-22T11:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T11:33:36.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;11:11&lt;/b&gt; Ama and I finished our ppt!!! Geniussssss. 8D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, played pool in school till like 7.30++ with Alex, Shawn, Mustaqim and Irene. Fucking fun laoniang damn on-form. Play 5 games, win 5 games. 5/5 yooooo!! But I think I only got the black ball in for 2 games, the rest Shawn/Mus in. Hahahahaha damn stupid noob cakes. First time stayed in school till so late eh. Then, went to Macs to eat, lepak and played the rating game! Hahahahaha fucking evil sia Alex and Shawn, no chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afters, met Fahmi for the first time. Hahahahaha. At Yew Tee. Kind of awkward at first but was okay. :) Jio Yusuf out after awhile since he also lives at Yew Tee. Catch-up sesh ah. &amp;lt;3 Smoked like mad though and I think the fucking Yusuf took my pack. Bitchz. Fahmi waited for cab with me cause there was no more train so I reached home at like 12.45. Hahahaha sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-4354192201322235918?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/4354192201322235918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/4354192201322235918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/11/1111-ama-and-i-finished-our-ppt.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-8768005054835913804</id><published>2011-11-20T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T21:26:26.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Friday Night!!</title><content type='html'>Your holy highness (Me), like a boss oniiiiii~ After school, walked to mrt station with Shasha and Adelia and decided on impromptu sheesha session at Nabins. Although I was totally planning to head home and catch some shut eye after the crazy ass clubbing sesh at Zirca, but nooooooo worries!! Anyway, Yanti suddenly called like at a totally random timing and when we told her we wanted to go sheesha, she said she wanted in too! So rare of Yanti to want to hang out w us! :')))&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we all went home and met at Bugis at around 8.30. Bought Koi then walked over to Haji Lane for our sheeshaaaaa. Made a new friend that night, Haridz!! Yanti's friend. :) Adelia and Ignatius joined us at Nabins. Damn sian at first the charcoal keep running out like ridiculously fast so we decided to buy a real pack and just smoke for fun in case we got sick of waiting for them to change the charcoal. Grape mint baby~~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We actually tried to make our smoke come out damn straight but I just couldn't do it because my smoke too much already!! Adelia also got a shock and laughed at me. I have no idea why okay seriously I tried so fucking hard!! I must have been a chimney in my previous life or something. Hohohohoho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, we probably changed charcoal like 7x. Until we missed our last train, HA! Faillllll. Cabbed home, sigh. $_$&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it was a super fun night! Very very very long catch up session with my sistas and I~ Yanti finally got the latest updates. Hahahahaha that lagger girl who only talks to herself on twitter, tsk tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-8768005054835913804?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/8768005054835913804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/8768005054835913804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-friday-night_20.html' title='This Friday Night!!'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-8207052679026048272</id><published>2011-11-20T01:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T21:26:47.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Thursday Night!!</title><content type='html'>The day before yesterday, to be exact. Your holy highness (Me), went to ZIRCAAAAAA!! Suck some bolls bitchas hahahahahahaha bitch slap yall!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to talk to Solomon!!! Like a hamsam only that boy. Went with Haowen and Xiaoyi. This stupid Haowen reached so fucking late, we couldn't wait for him to finish queueing so we went ahead to the bridge to drink first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There, I met a few more guys, some from Nanhua! There was Anthony, Dennis, Shaun, Kevin, Zi Onn, Jerrald okay can't remember all but yeah. Damn proud to go onto the podium with them because they allllllll like a hamsam oniiiiiiiiii!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway we took raw shots and I took like 4 shots of Scotch Whiskey. A few of them were like, "Eh she not bad sia. Can drink." I an shuang siazxc!! Finally got people acknowledge my drinking skills! Hahahaha! Especially Anthony, keep saying not bad not bad hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But!! Go in I high sia!! Tecktonik siol!!! Owned the podium with the guys but a lot of near-fight incidents uh. Not bad they all still can control. Hahahahaha. I was dancing and then somebody poked my arm so I looked to my right and guess who it was?! Ignatius!! Hahahahaha cooool~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Decided to lepak so we went up to Groove. Nobody at all, just the emo dj. :( So we decided to go back down but our podium was already occupied by the many others tecktonik king and raving queens. So we just stayed on the dancefloor~ Woots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway I was, still am, damn sick and tired of "Champagne Shower" and "Shots" because they fucking played it 4 times. 4 fucking times okay. That is so not supposed to happen at a club. They fucking played "Patron Tequila" once only. We were so sad to hear "Little Bad Girl" after re-entry from smoke break and then that's it. Just once. "Champagne Shower"? 4. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, I'm gonna get you wet!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh come on get a life. Party ended at 5AM, last song "Turbulence". After that, took train with Xiaoyi to go to school. Hahahaha, like a boss!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-8207052679026048272?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/8207052679026048272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/8207052679026048272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-friday-night.html' title='This Thursday Night!!'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-311475327730207879</id><published>2011-11-14T21:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T22:15:57.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohhhhhhh, tha pain!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k9FAUC15xpk/TsEdohPUgxI/AAAAAAAAAg8/J3R65UHODUs/s1600/snapshot%2B%25281%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k9FAUC15xpk/TsEdohPUgxI/AAAAAAAAAg8/J3R65UHODUs/s400/snapshot%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674849587418137362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bought my nail polish remover from The Face Shop! At last!! I AM (WAS) SUPER HAPPY!! Like, finally I can remove my black toe nail polish! Omggggg sick of black it's time for something bright! Liiiiiiike, RED!! Which dad bought for me just now along with the nail polish remover. As well as base code and top code. Hehehehe seized the opportunity to rape the old man's wallet!! Successfully raped $7 out of him.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buttttt!! I said "WAS" super happy because I've been trying to open the stupid cap for 30 minutes (Including a 10+ minutes break), BUT TO NO AVAIL!! So, instructions say "Push down and turn right" which yes I have been doing. Apparently, they have "adopted childproof cape for childrens' safety" BUT FUCK YOU!!!! Why can't I open it?!?!! Feel like some dumbnuts child. Nothing better to do. Huuuuuuuuuuuuuhu. So, to my dissatisfaction and impatience, &lt;b&gt;I, The Great Adult&lt;/b&gt;, has decided to take another pic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T0kxkl548ZA/TsEdoaj4sqI/AAAAAAAAAg0/SjOB7MVFiak/s1600/snapshot%2B%25289%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T0kxkl548ZA/TsEdoaj4sqI/AAAAAAAAAg0/SjOB7MVFiak/s400/snapshot%2B%25289%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674849585625346722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AND THAT IS MY MIDDLE FINGER WITH THE PINK NAIL POLISH!!! BITCH SLAP YOU, FACE SHOP!! IN YOUR FACE!!! (Hahahahahaha I just had to say that! &amp;gt;:D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, it seems the fragrant yet stubborn bottle of nail polish remover heard my swears for help and had finally decided to open up! And right before the nice smell of lavender oozed out of the bottle, I heard the most beautiful sound in the world!! A "Pop"!!! &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3 Along wiiiiith a loosened cap!&lt;b&gt; Childproof &lt;/b&gt;cap, I must add. D:&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-311475327730207879?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/311475327730207879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/311475327730207879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/11/bought-my-nail-polish-remover-from-face.html' title='Ohhhhhhh, tha pain!!!!!'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k9FAUC15xpk/TsEdohPUgxI/AAAAAAAAAg8/J3R65UHODUs/s72-c/snapshot%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-3140056610337198941</id><published>2011-11-07T21:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T21:13:13.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DO NOT MISUSE YOUR DAMN IPHONES!!</title><content type='html'>Stop spamming me texts, girl!!!! To all you peeps out there (Whoever is reading this pitiful unknown blog, I thank you), DO NOT. SPAM. TEXT. ANYONE. EVER!! I know I know, you text me for a reason, then you realised you made a tinyyyy typo thanks to the fucking retarded auto-correct. So you proceed to send a follow-up text to correct your error. BUT!!! Unfortunately, you got auto-corrected, AGAIN (How unfortunately retarded)!! So, you proceed to send me a third text!! Which this time not only includes the corrected word but now, there's a "Hahahaha"! Yaynesszx!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NO. FUCK! YOU!! How 'bout YOU experience how it feels like to be on the receiver's side?! It feels like I'm getting harassed by some dumb fuck of a friend! BITCH SLAP YOU! Damn right that's how it feels!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-3140056610337198941?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/3140056610337198941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/3140056610337198941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/11/do-not-misuse-your-damn-iphones.html' title='DO NOT MISUSE YOUR DAMN IPHONES!!'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-906419541365423637</id><published>2011-11-03T19:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T20:14:19.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn hurt, damn affected</title><content type='html'>Today, I cried in school. I cried infront of Alex, Eugene and Shawn so only they know. Duh haha. Hai, fuck my life really. I think I'm just gonna die all alone and only my guy friends are gonna mope over my death. I love my guy friends okay they are the best. I really appreciate the 3 of them for cheering me up just now even though they did so by dancing in public. The embarrassment totally made me forget that I was sad. Hahahaha just gotta love 'em~ &amp;lt;3 &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the contrary, girls are always the ones to say hurtful things. I mean, how the fuck is it even possible for someone of the same gender to not know what to say and what not to in order to not hurt the other party? And for fuck's sake, it's really too fucking late for things like "Eh sorry sorry", "Just kidding lah" and "Don't pissed leh", ignoring the obvious fact that there is not the slightest hint of guilt nor sincerity. Alright, not like it's my first time hearing such things and knowing that people don't see me as a girl but &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"AIYA YOU ALSO NOT GIRL!!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;?!?! My instant thought was "WHAT. THE. FUCK.". Seriously what the fuck okay. I know I'm not the girliest, most feminine girl! There may not even be a tinge of femininity in me (Which by now seems to me like a fact that you've successfully made me believe), but for that to come from you, I think you're not that far off from me either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-906419541365423637?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/906419541365423637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/906419541365423637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/11/damn-hurt-damn-affected.html' title='Damn hurt, damn affected'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-2743606628896711092</id><published>2011-10-30T12:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T12:22:28.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can't forget no matter how hard I try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-2743606628896711092?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/2743606628896711092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/2743606628896711092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/10/cant-forget-no-matter-how-hard-i-try.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-6092702633777175921</id><published>2011-10-30T04:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T11:54:40.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OGAYYYY, FUCK.</title><content type='html'>Now you tweet, "I wish there's a text in my inbox which says 'I miss you'" &lt;div&gt;And I feel like it's probably cause I didn't reply to your 'I miss you' text.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then you tweet "Where'd you go?" and "G☹☹d night."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And again, I feel like it's probably cause I didn't reply your previous text and your 'good night' text.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My God...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-6092702633777175921?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/6092702633777175921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/6092702633777175921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/10/okay-fuck.html' title='OGAYYYY, FUCK.'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-4859100132582031521</id><published>2011-10-30T03:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T04:12:23.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kind of in deep shiz</title><content type='html'>Can I say that it is a burden for me? I mean, not that I have the right to be picky because I certainly do not feel that I have the right to be picky. But everything's so weird... We've only met once and now we're texting on such a regular basis and as days go by, you send me "&amp;lt;3" and you ask for one in return too. And I'm like, that's fine I mean, it's just a heart right? And then, you send "love you" and you ask why I didn't send you back a "love you too". And now, you randomly send "miss you" but seriously, do you expect me to send you back a "miss you too" as well?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I'm being mean. But then when I'm busy, on my school days, dance days, you get angry that I don't text you and tweet stuff like "Must I always text you first?" but look here, what I'm trying to say is that we're not even in a relationship or anything eh! Not that I'm pushing for a relationship with you, I'm not. But see, you're making me feel like I have to be committed to texting you, which I certainly do not feel and of course, neither do I feel compelled to respond to your "lovey dovey" messages with equally "lovey dovey" ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then if all of a sudden you send me a "I really really like you!" text I will really flip out. Not in joy but in panic okay...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-4859100132582031521?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/4859100132582031521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/4859100132582031521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/10/before-it-explodes.html' title='Kind of in deep shiz'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-1187731065407335178</id><published>2011-10-27T02:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T02:09:00.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously mampos dah nak gila ki mak lah...</title><content type='html'>Just chillax and sleep, Hayati...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-1187731065407335178?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/1187731065407335178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/1187731065407335178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/10/just-chillax-and-sleep-hayati.html' title='Seriously mampos dah nak gila ki mak lah...'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-3165536272263964416</id><published>2011-10-24T23:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T23:42:12.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJlVuoGiF98/TqWEm0TN_lI/AAAAAAAAAfM/tJTd8U5XBtE/s1600/005.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJlVuoGiF98/TqWEm0TN_lI/AAAAAAAAAfM/tJTd8U5XBtE/s400/005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667081508524785234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dinner at Hill-Top  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2LGNg0xTz8/TqWFQApEyfI/AAAAAAAAAfo/M9w6NcMsoIs/s1600/fam5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2LGNg0xTz8/TqWFQApEyfI/AAAAAAAAAfo/M9w6NcMsoIs/s400/fam5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667082216212318706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Check out dad's ear! Qt worz.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BTDd0p7P4xo/TqWFQANI7nI/AAAAAAAAAfY/rxQiCwK17FA/s1600/fam.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BTDd0p7P4xo/TqWFQANI7nI/AAAAAAAAAfY/rxQiCwK17FA/s400/fam.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667082216095149682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With the Hamids! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Up Next, the handsome males from the Hamid family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-frhDxi7aNqA/TqWGGe9M-tI/AAAAAAAAAfw/vwpg9-PzS_0/s1600/011.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-frhDxi7aNqA/TqWGGe9M-tI/AAAAAAAAAfw/vwpg9-PzS_0/s400/011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667083152062741202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jang jang jang janggg!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The middle one soon to be bald too. Hahahahaha!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-3165536272263964416?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/3165536272263964416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/3165536272263964416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/10/dinner-at-hill-top-with-hamids-up-next.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-bJlVuoGiF98/TqWEm0TN_lI/AAAAAAAAAfM/tJTd8U5XBtE/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-8215723783998958688</id><published>2011-10-24T00:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T00:45:45.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dah nak gila!!!</title><content type='html'>Today, I went to town to meet Ama, Irene, Eugene and Alex to discuss our Marketing project. Apparently. Hahahaha. We too cool, must be the first team to have a full team outing. Keke. Stupid Eugene buy a large pack of caramel popcorn now my throat is like dyingggg urh. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I just found out that Wednesday is a public holiday!!! :'(((( Sad ttm oh man!!! Just when I found my only reason to look forward to formal wear day!!! Same block same level as him leh!!! Which means lunch together? Ahahahaha overthinking much. Ah whatevvvvv!!! Anyway I don't know why the fuck I keep calling his name by accident like when I wanna say "Alex" or "Eugene", I end up saying his name. Ama keep calling me crazy girl hahahahaha. :XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay ciao that's all for today! Good night! :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-8215723783998958688?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/8215723783998958688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/8215723783998958688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/10/dah-nak-gila.html' title='Dah nak gila!!!'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-3873344552690826016</id><published>2011-10-23T13:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T13:20:55.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seriously your tweets always make me feel guilty, like it's always my fault. I mean, I don't get it at all lah really. I mean, "Must I always text you first?". Obvious much that you're referring to me...? I thought I was being paranoid or maybe just thinking too highly of myself but it doesn't seem so? Ah just, please don't start to like me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-3873344552690826016?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/3873344552690826016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/3873344552690826016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/10/seriously-your-tweets-always-make-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-5491839523372362847</id><published>2011-10-19T23:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T13:13:46.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEGA EC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today, Mr Gan treated us all to pizza. :p Damn gooood~ And then when it was 1st break, Alex brought Joel over and I started spazzing and umchioing and stuff and everyone else started umchioing as well and then Mr Gan was like, "Oh... I think I also know." Hahahaha!!! Shitz!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today's 2nd break was super epic. Joel's class and my class went down to lawn to eat and we sat at the long table but separately. Then Cherly, Lina and Irene keep bullying me!!!! Keep make me umchio omg then keep touching my cheeks say v hot! Their fault!! Then Alex and Eugene also bully me walao they don't allow me to sit down, push me off the seat then occupy all the space, want me go sit at the table behind Joel. Hahahaha bitchaz!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then stupid Alex, I bet he didn't eat at all lah he kept running between tables playing cupid. Faggot!! Then the people at Joel's table kept turning to look at me!!! Then Alex went to sit behind Joel and talked to him then suddenly I heard, "Hi Hayati! Hi!" then I looked over then saw him waving to me, smiling OMG (Mad cute okayyy) and I was blushing like mad so I covered my face and waved back then everyone laughed!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then Alex came back to our table and asked for alone time with me and attempted to drag me off my seat omg damn embarrassing!! But then he was like "Hahaha just kidding. Let's go back lah. Late already, don't sad eh." So we all were getting ready to leave when Lina snatched my phone away and apparently she freaking knows my password!! Then she dialed Joel's number and called him omg damn paisehhhhhhh!!!! And Cherly, who ALSO KNEW MY PASSWORD (Somehow, idk how seriously!!!) saved his number as "Joel &amp;lt;3". Hahahaha crazy girls!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But damn fun hahahaha. OK of course I was happy on the inside but they really damn crazy lah!! Siao people hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During presentation time, I was paying undivided attention to Alex's team's presentation when my phone suddenly vibrated and I saw xxxx's friend request notification and I squealed "Fuck!" and started laughing behind my laptop and then when I looked back up, Mr Gan was already pointing his laser at me. Hahahaha qt teacher~ And of course, Cherly had to snatch my phone away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walked to interchange with Irene, Lina, Eugene and Alex (Without Joel, sadly). Then I told them to go off first cause I was supposedly meeting Adelia but ended up getting ps cause I was heading to town to meet Eveline while she suddenly remembered she had driving lesson so, went opposite ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND GUESS WHAT?!?!! I MET JOEL AT THE PLATFORM. LOLOL!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok the end. :p More updates tomorrow I'm predicting because it's formal wearrrr!!! Which means we will be in the same block! :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-5491839523372362847?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/5491839523372362847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/5491839523372362847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-smile-i-die-on-inside.html' title='MEGA EC'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-2478424845770875816</id><published>2011-10-16T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T21:38:48.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S.O.S II</title><content type='html'>OK HI HI I DECIDED TO POST A SECOND TIME BECAUSE AFTER POSTING THE FIRST "S.O.S", I STARTED TALKING TO MYSELF (LIKE SERIOUSLY FUCK) SO I THOUGHT IF SPAMMING POSTS IS ONE WAY OF RETAINING MY SANITY THEN WHY NOT. BUT REALLY THIS IS QUITE FUCKED UP?!?!! YA SERIOUSLY I MEAN TELL ME ABOUT IT I'M LIKE DAMN FUCKING CONFUSED RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!! SERIOUSLY THIS IS DAMN WRONG OK ISN'T THIS AWKWARD?!?!!! YOU DON'T THINK I'M STUPID, DO YOU?! WTF MAN!!!!!! I NEEEED TO TALK TO SOMEBODY RIGHT NOW LIKE REALLY REALLY NEEEEEEEED SOMEBODY RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!! OK I'M GONNA GO TO OOVOO AND SEE IF ANY OF MY BITCHES ARE ONLINE. BRB.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK NOBODY IS ONLINE. GREAT. GREAAAAAT. FUCK MY LIFE!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-2478424845770875816?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/2478424845770875816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/2478424845770875816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/10/sos-ii.html' title='S.O.S II'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-668325034311174731</id><published>2011-10-16T21:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T21:24:10.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S.O.S</title><content type='html'>OK HI I AM BLOGGING AND SCREAMING SHOUTING IN MY ROOM AT THE MOMENT. THIS IS DAMN EFFED UP OMG. OH MY GOODNESS LIKE SERIOUSLY KIDDING ME?!?!! FUCK. ME!!!!! SHIT THIS IS DAMN EFFED UP THIS IS JUST WRONG IN EVERY WAY I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW IT EVEN GOT TO BECOME LIKE THAT LIKE. OMG?!?!!!!! ERRRRRR SUPER MESSED UP MIXED FEELINGS RIGHT NOW!!!!!!! FEELING LIKE I'M SOME HOT STUFF (HAHA I'M SHITTING MYSELF) BUT THIS IS REALLY QUITE WRONG (YA FUCK THIS) OH. MY. GOD. NO, SERIOUSLY WTF DOES THAT MEAN LAH!!!!!! FUCK!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-668325034311174731?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/668325034311174731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/668325034311174731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/10/sos.html' title='S.O.S'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-2294213373923295508</id><published>2011-10-14T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T23:35:09.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saw you whispering to her inside the room and act like I was happy and undisturbed walking in on it. I was thick-skinned enough to point at myself and ask "Me leh?" and you were like "Nothing".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-2294213373923295508?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/2294213373923295508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/2294213373923295508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/10/saw-you-whispering-to-her-inside-room.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-4035485187360553046</id><published>2011-10-09T00:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T01:29:21.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big round of applause for Khye, Yongzhi, Aaron, Ryan and dancers!!!</title><content type='html'>Today, prod was damn fun!! I went super early and alot of them were already there. Everyone was damn nervous, knowing that Ryan (Oschool instructor for Lyrical Jazz) was coming down for vetting. Khye reached shortly after me and it was the first time seeing him pace back and forth, holding onto his phone the whole time. Hahaha so funny!! Damn rare to see Khye nervous but could tell even though he was expressionless, as usual. Hahahaha. Khye saw me like flipping out, staring holes into the mirror while practicing and asked me, "Hayati can anot?! Today only 1 item leh!" Then I was like "Hai... Damn scared lah." :/&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But just then, this super super indescribably hot guy came into the studio and my eyes were instantly fixated on him!! Straight through my heart omg and I thought to myself, 'Ooh who eez that!!' SERIOUSLY DAMN HOT OKAY?!?!!! Couldn't concentrate on practice knowing he was in the studio, chatting like bff with Khye even. HAHAHAHA until Suay came! And then I was like "Eh Suay, who's that uh?" and she told me he's also one of the directors for the production, just like Khye and Yongzhi. And I was like 'Damn what the fuck have I been missing!!!' but I didn't say it out loud lah hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His height is totally ideal okay. And his face, his eyes, MY STYLE. And his hair, omg fringe styled up totally my style!!! I totally adore guys who style their fringe up!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We gathered after everyone was present and I got to know that his name is &lt;b&gt;AARON&lt;/b&gt;. 可可 HANDSOME NAME FOR HANDSOME PERSON. &amp;lt;3 HAHAHAHA!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not long after, Ryan came. :O and the atmosphere totally changed huhu I was like flipping out trying to recap my choreo! But anyway, I thought I did well and Suay said so too so, yeah testimony alrightttt. Anyway Ryan looks damn scary but he's actually super funny. And he himself was talking about his face, how he's always shouting "OK LET'S DO THIS GUYS!!" out of enthusiasm but people always thinks he's angry. Hahaha poor guy! Anyway, he praised us alot and said that he could really feel our passion for dance, for the production. What's left is to brush up on our acting, how we embrace our characters and of course, techniques. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afters, we watched a movie called "Push" on the studio tv. Damn coolioz it's hanged from the ceiling so everyone was like sprawled on the floor, lying down watching. Elias they all brought the couch from outside in haha damn qt. :p And Khye ordered KFC for all of us!!! &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then we had ghost-story telling time and we were all sitting on the floor with Khye, who was telling the story and it was fucking scary! When suddenly, the door opened and I recognised that it was Steffie standing there with her head down and hair totally covering her face, wearing a white apron thingy but then she got on her hands and knees and started crawling towards us at top speed and I totally screamed!!!!!! And then everyone else started screaming and Khye's face was totally :OOOOOO hahahahaha mega epic!!!!!! I thought it was planned but if Khye's reaction was that epic I figured it was unplanned! Hahahahahaha super funny okay I think Khye today was damn cute!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Aaron talked to meeeee~ :p I was helping myself to the food when sexy him (KEKE) who was sitting on the table (DOUBLE SEXY. I DIG THOSE LONG LEGS OF HIS!!) asked me, "Have I seen you before?" and I was thinking 'Fyeah he initiated a conversation with me!!!! MENTAL SPAZ!!!' and then we started talking and talking and talking and I couldn't tank his eyes so I just kept digging at my mashed potato. :&amp;gt; Shy maiden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To end off, I just wanna say that I am super happy and I had so much fun today, having as what Aaron had said, "fellowship". Hahahaha. We practically only danced for 30 minutes and Aaron was kind enough to suggest that we don't use the remaining 4-5 hours to dance but to bond. I didn't only bond with the dancers but with Khye and Aaron as well so today was really really precious. :)))  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;P/S &lt;/b&gt;Aaron's voice is damn nice too. &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-4035485187360553046?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/4035485187360553046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/4035485187360553046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-love-prod-family-so-much.html' title='Big round of applause for Khye, Yongzhi, Aaron, Ryan and dancers!!!'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-8590016939551164638</id><published>2011-10-07T22:30:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T01:26:03.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At Rachel's Crib with Alicia ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7mSFWjXjAu8/To8NU1eGRsI/AAAAAAAAAe8/LpahMP6BrsI/s1600/298280_183481821729225_100002022263226_372685_915753780_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7mSFWjXjAu8/To8NU1eGRsI/AAAAAAAAAe8/LpahMP6BrsI/s400/298280_183481821729225_100002022263226_372685_915753780_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660757908229867202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yEKI-L0UhXI/To8NU6AagCI/AAAAAAAAAe0/ldasmo9Mnxw/s1600/293569_183481855062555_100002022263226_372686_1676238021_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yEKI-L0UhXI/To8NU6AagCI/AAAAAAAAAe0/ldasmo9Mnxw/s400/293569_183481855062555_100002022263226_372686_1676238021_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660757909447540770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahahaha love my new class!!!!!!! But of course love my sisters more. :&amp;gt; Anywaysss, Eugene so qt hahahaha love kaqiaoing him. :p KEKE!! At Rachel's crib now with Alicia. It's been so long since I've been here. :))) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright last picture of the day! (Obviously I chose this because I look best here~ HOU QT AH) Off to bathe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-znaLF23KCPQ/To8OP_nGdlI/AAAAAAAAAfE/MKE2V8Hwbro/s1600/317232_183481958395878_100002022263226_372690_1420174008_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-znaLF23KCPQ/To8OP_nGdlI/AAAAAAAAAfE/MKE2V8Hwbro/s400/317232_183481958395878_100002022263226_372690_1420174008_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660758924564264530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ciao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-8590016939551164638?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/8590016939551164638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/8590016939551164638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/10/at-rachels-crib-with-alicia.html' title='At Rachel&apos;s Crib with Alicia ♥'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-7mSFWjXjAu8/To8NU1eGRsI/AAAAAAAAAe8/LpahMP6BrsI/s72-c/298280_183481821729225_100002022263226_372685_915753780_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-5362945177777842568</id><published>2011-10-03T02:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T02:42:55.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK MCDONALD'S. AGAIN!!!!</title><content type='html'>Today has been a fucking painful day for me. The pain I've been through these past few days is enough to drive me crazy. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First night, puke spree then shiver like mad in bed but I couldn't get up to even reach for the remote to increase the aircon temperature because I didn't have the strength to move. Didn't shout for my parents because they wouldn't be able to hear me. Furthermore, feeling weaker than usual, my voice was definitely not as loud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next day. prod traning day. Woke up in the morning with my hair dripping wet from perspiration. I figured my parents didn't come into my room so they both didn't know that I was sick. Still couldn't and didn't feel like shouting for them so I called my mum with my phone and told her how sick I felt and to bring me a thermometer. We found out that I was having a fever of 39.4 degrees-celcius and I managed to tell her about last night's puke spree so she called a cab and I somehow made my way down and got on the cab then we were off to the hospital. Yayyy happy ending!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NO OK NO HAPPY ENDING. I think I was slightly nuts upon reaching the hospital. Nayyyy actually mum said I started crying in the cab after she told me I'm gon need an injection hahaha oh the shame!!! Yeah ok whatever so felt like hours in the dang hospital and everything was in a blur but I somehow found my way back into my comfy (though at that time, probably stink of sweat stench) bed. :)))) Clearly, I had to give prod training a miss. Texted Khye and that was the first time he replied me!! So happy he told me to take care auwh so kind of him right I knowww~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, the fever and the weird churning of my stomach are already gone but I've basically been bed-ridden for the entire day today!!! And everytime I get up from bed I get a migraine so crazy I won't be able to stand up straight because it's so damn painful!!! And my vision gets blurry and I see black spots here and there so the migraines actually gave me mini-blackouts. (Or so mum says~)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiiiiiii?!?!?!!!! What did I do to deserve this?!?!!!! Huh McDonald's?!?!?!!! First, your cheeseburger. Now, fillet!!!! Is it a good thing that I have a stomach that rejects McDonald's?!?!!! No okayyyyy the pain is no joke!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-5362945177777842568?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/5362945177777842568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/5362945177777842568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/10/enough-to-kill.html' title='FUCK MCDONALD&apos;S. AGAIN!!!!'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-3590530597866431570</id><published>2011-10-02T04:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T04:53:01.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mehehehehehe gnight!! Me has been bed-ridden the whole day other than the time when I went to the hospital. Now it's time to sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-3590530597866431570?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/3590530597866431570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/3590530597866431570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/10/mehehehehehe-gnight-me-has-been-bed.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-8724681479912900108</id><published>2011-10-01T22:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T23:06:01.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thinking of yesterday, feeling happy haha. Went to find Moh at his shop~ :3 HAHAHA WHAT THE FUCK GAY FACE!!! Anywayyyy, dinner tgt and killed time till his break over while waiting for Adelia too. :)))) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Adelia came, we smoked outside Cine and I met Bryan Foo and his gang of graduates. Damn it I knew he was gonna walk towards me as soon as he saw me smoking and yeah he sure did. But I told him it was my first stick in 12 days and he said he was proud of me hahaha funny. Butttttt Sikai, Nicholas Seah and Benedict saw me smoking too so, lololol that awkward momenttttt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Midnight movie "Crazy Stupid Love" with Adelia at 1.40 AM. So damn touching. I kept spazzing everytime Ryan Gosling came on-screen and HIS BODY IS TO. DIE. FOR!!!!!!! Seriously oh em gee. :&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-8724681479912900108?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/8724681479912900108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/8724681479912900108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/10/thinking-of-yesterday-feeling-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-2481450608418904443</id><published>2011-10-01T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T22:28:03.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stomach flu, high fever, injection</title><content type='html'>Got home yesterday at 4.20 AM feeling unwell and then puke-spree. I remember shivering in bed after that but now I'm like perspiring even though my aircon is like 20-degrees celcius.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-2481450608418904443?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/2481450608418904443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/2481450608418904443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/10/stomach-flu-high-fever-injection.html' title='Stomach flu, high fever, injection'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-2936287109183601791</id><published>2011-09-29T15:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T15:24:14.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What the fuckkkkkk was with that dream!!!!!! Seriously the sweetest bestest dream I've ever had ahhhhhhhhh fuck it. Something that will never happen... :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-2936287109183601791?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/2936287109183601791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/2936287109183601791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-fuckkkkkk-was-with-that-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-302275666302265849</id><published>2011-09-29T03:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T04:31:15.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend or Dog..?</title><content type='html'>I'm tired of always trying to suppress my anger, forcing myself to pass your shit off as jokes. You're really something, to be able to break my tolerance limit again and again. You think that I hate you, because I'm always flaring up at you and therefore conclude that this short-tempered me hates you. But do you see me flaring up at anyone else other than you? Okay maybe a few, but how often? Once in a blue moon as compared to you right?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truthfully from the bottom of my heart, I don't hate you yknow. I believe that friends who don't ever quarrel are boring and unreal and that bickers, quarrels here and there actually make us closer. Which has been proven to be true for me because I've had a few quarrels with people like Alicia and Junwei, some nasty and some not, and now we're just closer than ever. But with you, I don't know what's going on lah really...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then again I can't say that we've been quarreling because quarrels are 2-sided and all these while it's only been 1-sided on your part. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;You shoot your loose trap &amp;gt; Dampen my mood &amp;gt; I don't feel like talking &amp;gt; We 'buay gum' &amp;gt; No more communication &amp;gt; You apologise &amp;gt; We 'gum' again&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter what you say, I don't retaliate anymore. Not because there is nothing for me to retaliate with! There are a million and one things crammed up in my head, trying to force their way out of my mouth. But I find that it's not worth it anymore. Our friendship status is forever oscillating between 'gum' and 'buay gum' and I just feel totally drained out from everything. I just know that I cannot treat your 'sorry' as an assurance that such things will never happen again, no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really treat you as a friend, but you? You treat me like a dog. I don't know what to say lah. Really don't know. But let me ask you this, "让我觉得一文不值，你有爽到吗?" Ever wondered how your victims feel? You may feel victorious/satisfied etc. but how will &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;feel? I also guailan you so how do you feel everytime I guailan? Think about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-302275666302265849?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/302275666302265849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/302275666302265849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title='Friend or Dog..?'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-6949161574803223997</id><published>2011-09-27T17:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T17:06:31.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEGA MEGA EXCITED!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OmoEITWw1iU/ToGRoQk21dI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Wq-ZQ_fqPSc/s1600/tbg1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OmoEITWw1iU/ToGRoQk21dI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Wq-ZQ_fqPSc/s400/tbg1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656962727784404434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vZBT3VOBcDw/ToGRW6cmBCI/AAAAAAAAAeE/txOXLhflu00/s1600/tbg3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vZBT3VOBcDw/ToGRW6cmBCI/AAAAAAAAAeE/txOXLhflu00/s400/tbg3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656962429786391586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Superrrrrrr excited for production today because today is YONGZHIIIIIII!!!!!! Plus plus plus it's my first time wearing my TBG tank after I bought it from the concert/performance yknow?!?!!!! Yeahhhhhh look at my happy braces grin hahaha yes I'm camwhoring oh dear. Second time camwhoring, first time was with the fat light stick after Glam Night hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, off to dance!! Ciao!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-6949161574803223997?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/6949161574803223997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/6949161574803223997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/09/mega-mega-excited_27.html' title='MEGA MEGA EXCITED!!!!'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-OmoEITWw1iU/ToGRoQk21dI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Wq-ZQ_fqPSc/s72-c/tbg1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-7932511178258690861</id><published>2011-09-27T04:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T04:41:34.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tired but happy. :)))&lt;div&gt;Show me a sweet dream!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-7932511178258690861?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/7932511178258690861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/7932511178258690861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/09/tired-but-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-5965754575604479490</id><published>2011-09-26T04:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T05:04:23.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FYEAH F1!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gk8zsMOKBsA/Tn-Lwa5MoXI/AAAAAAAAAds/IvZaJ4mt0DQ/s1600/AaM-E4FCAAAawkb%2B%25281%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gk8zsMOKBsA/Tn-Lwa5MoXI/AAAAAAAAAds/IvZaJ4mt0DQ/s400/AaM-E4FCAAAawkb%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656393320969838962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First time at Marina Bay Sands tonight (That's why must type out the full name 可可 cheyy). The sound of the F1 cars in real life is really something to behold!!! Seriously, what a night worth remembering!! Love my crowd: Ben, Gid, Mingyang, and Aaron. :)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year, Sands Sky Park entry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next year, Grand Stand access card!! (Which fyi, comes with a lanyard!! Coolshiz?!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;P/S&lt;/b&gt; Wise words from Mingyang, "Lau Pa Sat, is like a 巴杀." WIN!! (Y)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-5965754575604479490?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/5965754575604479490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/5965754575604479490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/09/fyeah-f1.html' title='FYEAH F1!!!!'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-Gk8zsMOKBsA/Tn-Lwa5MoXI/AAAAAAAAAds/IvZaJ4mt0DQ/s72-c/AaM-E4FCAAAawkb%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-7250316555161799225</id><published>2011-09-25T00:29:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T01:18:36.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Production Training: "Funk" Item</title><content type='html'>The time now is 12:29 AM. I just had probably one of my most refreshing showers after reaching home 25 minutes ago. It's crazy how tiring the past few trainings have been.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's waacking class by guest instructor Jasmine Yap was damn fun. She is soooooo gorgeous oh my goodness when she solo it was just the sexiest thing ever... Couldn't get the hang of the crazy fast hand movements but I managed to nail it in the end! And then after choreo we all had to audition for the item and of course, really suay enough to be the first group man. Was damn scared okay, the memory of my failed Style Groovaz Crew audition flashed before me. Hahaha ok not that extreme but I was thinking about it, duh. :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But!!!!! I was lucky enough to be grouped with my eye-candy!!!!! Shit his hair is really too nice!! But this guy like same pattern as my primary school crush: Fair-skinned, big eyes. Puppy-dog eyes okay, big and sparkling!! But his &lt;b&gt;mohawk&lt;/b&gt;!!!!! His mohawk is the killer. Really stole my heart away!! And his name is damn nice too. :)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Khye was damn fierce today. Really pushed us to go full-out for his "Funk" item. Angles, timing, hits and everything. But the sight of &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt; doing the flips and floorwork re-energised me!! Hahahaha ok sounding like a sicko/perv but he's really good looking, beyond words. And then everytime he dances it feels like I get sent to heaven and am reborn again. &lt;b&gt;Exploding with charisma&lt;/b&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walao this Benezer damn nosy, asking me about my tweet hahahaha. Busybody!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway my favourite part today was actually after prod training. A few people were outside the studio blasting music, practicing "Strength &amp;amp; Power" item. After that, all of us who were on our way out just ended up joining in and turned their practice into a party!! Finally dragged my feet to the door after completing the item 3x. Couldn't bear to leave hahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suay said I did the choreo nice!! :D :D :D Seriously one of the highest level of compliment any dancer can get. :) Feel damn accomplished and satisfied after such a long day in addition to the countless practices at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To end off, I just want to say that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I LOVE THE PRODUCTION FAMILY TO BITS&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Once all these ends, I'm sure I won't find any other like them. :')&lt;/span&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/1760563408851401143-7250316555161799225?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/7250316555161799225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/7250316555161799225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/09/production-training-funk-item.html' title='Production Training: &quot;Funk&quot; Item'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-8732112287060308966</id><published>2011-09-24T09:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T10:07:14.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning stadium date with my qt old couple</title><content type='html'>The time now is 9:43 AM. I am wrapped up comfortably under my blanket, lying on my stomach blogging after a good bathe. Gosh, never felt so clean before hahaha. Nothing can be more refreshing and satisfying than a shower after sports!! And by sports I mean an effective session that gets your hair dripping wet and you panting like a dog afters. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slept at 3.30 AM and woke up at 6.30 AM to go jogging with my parents. Almost died from mens cramp but still went to run after downing 2 painkillers. Pia 4 rounds around the track and that was it man. I blame smoking more than mens for the sharp decline in my stamina. Damn it okay, no more smoking if I'm dead set on joining badminton!! Anyway, was panting like I was having an asthma attack while making my way to the water-cooler when I spotted &lt;b&gt;Xiaoyuan&lt;/b&gt;!! Sat down and catch up plenty until &lt;b&gt;Jiahwee&lt;/b&gt; came too! We chat some more while waiting for her to finish running since we were both tired out already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Xiaoyuan was laughing saying my parents were damn sweet and qewtie because my dad sprinted 100m ahead while my mum was still walking and then after that, he looked behind and noticed the great distance between them and so decided to walk back to where my mum was. Hahaha and they looked like two little Oompa-Loompas. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jiahwee stopped after 3. Hahaha Xiaoyuan too actually. Damn funny hahaha guess we got around the same stamina eh 可可! Ran another 2 rounds with dad after the two of them left for breakfast and yeah!! I officially completed 2.4km! No, actually more than that since dad forced me to run on the outermost lane even though I was begging him to run on the innermost lane with me. :'( sadistic old man. :'(((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walked to Pioneer Mall to have coffee with my parents. New-found obsession for &lt;i&gt;Teh-Si. &lt;/i&gt;It's really damn nice omg. Like it so much even though I was never a fan of warm/hot drinks.&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;Lepak, and then home sweet home!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-8732112287060308966?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/8732112287060308966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/8732112287060308966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/09/morning-stadium-date-with-my-qt-old.html' title='Morning stadium date with my qt old couple'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-397957929934214026</id><published>2011-09-24T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T00:27:50.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The time now is 12:06 AM. I just checked my gpa probably 20 minutes ago. The first time I opened the browser, I couldn't believe it so I closed it. And then I opened it again and I saw the fucking number. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hahahahahahaha what a joke", was what I thought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I laughed to myself and the first person I thought of calling was Shahirah. And I started crying as soon as it started ringing. And I hurried her to go bathe after she told me she just got back from work because I knew I'd cry even more. So we hung up. And I cried even more. And then I opened the browser again. And then I started laughing. And I got this tingling feeling which made me cry some more. And so for the past minutes I've been laughing, crying, laughing, crying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The time now is 12:27 AM. My blanket is drenched in tears, my laptop is wet I can picture sparks shooting out and my laptop catching fire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-397957929934214026?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/397957929934214026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/397957929934214026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/09/time-now-is-1206-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-4117760898462415396</id><published>2011-09-23T22:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T22:51:03.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You just stop lying okay?</title><content type='html'>Holidays the time to catch up? Just go fuck yourself and continue to MIA lah. A class of weirdos and liars. All talk, nothing else. "See ya tmr", "See ya there", "Can't wait to see you tmr" you just kiss my ass okay. Fucking always pangseh me I really can't stand it. I don't feel like I will ever get used to it seriously I think I'll just keep getting pissed off again and again and then I'll just stop talking to you when my limit breaks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-4117760898462415396?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/4117760898462415396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/4117760898462415396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/09/you-just-stop-lying-okay.html' title='You just stop lying okay?'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-818020097153177644</id><published>2011-09-23T20:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T00:06:40.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My parents are so qt~</title><content type='html'>(Mum whining after alighting from the Chrysler cab)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: See! Tell you don't wave already from far I see I know is Aston Martin!&lt;br /&gt;Dad and I: Is what?? Say again?!&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Aston Martin lah! I got take before you think I don't know?&lt;br /&gt;Dad and I: (Laughs our ass off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dad and I watching F1 practice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Ah ah, you see, overshot.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why eh? Is it Singapore track lousy?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: No lah is the timing, the brake timing zao then overshot lah.&lt;br /&gt;         Yknow why I know all these?&lt;br /&gt;Me: ... Because you used to be a driver.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Aaaah, now yknow how to answer already~&lt;br /&gt;         Hurhahahaha!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-818020097153177644?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/818020097153177644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/818020097153177644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-parents-are-so-qt.html' title='My parents are so qt~'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-8681978696393410784</id><published>2011-09-23T16:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T16:26:05.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Strength &amp; Power" ≠ Pop &amp; Lock</title><content type='html'>"Strength &amp;amp; Power" = B-boy!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wtf who'd knew!! But anyway "Strength &amp;amp; Power" item is damn fun. The choreo is super nice and Yongzhi made training so fun!! Awesome instructor hehe. First half of the choreo involved abit of footwork but I thought it was just abit. Seriously didn't expect it to be B-boy. After that we had to do falls for real, floorwork and stuff. Did knee-spin and it freaking hurts ok I got multiple blue-blacks on my knees now. :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music is damn fast, have to do falls and floorwork for real. Oh my god it's damn tiring!! Yesterday was the first time I actually perspired so much in a dance studio and danced while panting and after that pant even more! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favourite part was the 3 locking beats at the start! When everyone does it together, it's superrrrr nice! Clean and sharp yeahhhhh. Anyway we're supposed to end off the choreo with a sort-of freeze and Yongzhi was super cool because while we did the freeze, he did a back-flip!! Had us going wild but after that he say his back ached hahaha damn joker. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow's prod training will be "Fun" item, then next Tuesday and Thursday "Strength &amp;amp; Power" again. Looking forward to prod training!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-8681978696393410784?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/8681978696393410784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/8681978696393410784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/09/strength-power-pop-lock.html' title='&quot;Strength &amp; Power&quot; ≠ Pop &amp; Lock'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-6912222416165010220</id><published>2011-09-21T02:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T02:20:06.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come on, buck up!!!!</title><content type='html'>Prod training just now was hella tiring but productive. Managed to pick up the entire choreo for "Took The Night" bimbo item. Yongzhi picked me out during debriefing and told me even if I make mistake, just continue to dance like the stage is mine. Confidence confidence!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love Khye and Yongzhi's gay moment in the midst of full-run rehearsal. This week will be mega tiring for me because there's 3 prod trainings this week. The next one will be on Thursday, then followed by Saturday. Plus, we'll be learning Yongzhi's Finale choreo on Thursday which is themed "Strength and Power" so, DAMN!! Expecting a very fast beat music with lots of moves that require total control to keep the choreo sharp and clean, probably abit of popping and locking here and there..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahaha super sexcited because I'm under Khye so this will be my first time being taught by Yongzhi!!! Bet it'll be fun but confirm superrrrrr crazy!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-6912222416165010220?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/6912222416165010220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/6912222416165010220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/09/come-on-buck-up.html' title='Come on, buck up!!!!'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-7649751732514907157</id><published>2011-09-17T03:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T03:57:57.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On a side note,</title><content type='html'>Bball just now with Poh, Gid, Mingyang, Aaron and Jj was fun. :) I had fun watching but the last part where we played 'O U T' was fun! Specially cut my nails just to play because no one could stand the sound of nails against rubber!! :p&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But as usual, some pala buto of a friend just had to piss me off. Really, if you could just shut that mouth, the peace it would bring is... UNIMAGINABLE &amp;amp; MIND-BLOWING. But of course, you'll never give me peace. Time and again, you mind-fuck me with whatever comes out from that loose trap of yours. This would be the gazillionth time you piss me off but of course, why would you know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time and again, you piss me off, you don't know it, you apologise for it, then do it all over again. I really believed you that time when you said that you really owed me a million apologies and that you were willing to do anything for me to feel better again. I really really, with all my heart, believed you. And I was so confident that nothing of that sort would happen ever again but of course, you never fail to exceed my expectations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Why you tie bunnnnn? Don't tie bun lehhhhh!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello, laoniang tie bun you got issues? Also not your hair right? I tie because it's comfortable leh. So can just stfu already? I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that me with my hair bun-up looks damn shitty as compared to your lovely Grace? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dude, &lt;b&gt;I don't live to please you. &lt;/b&gt;Don't like what you're seeing, then gouge out your own eyes okay? There is nothing I can do. I won't untie my bun just so you won't have to see that hideous lump on my head. I feel most comfortable with the hideous lump on my head so deal with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, are your abs very nice? Is your body perfect? If you think it is, then I'm sorry, you are not perfect still because you got one hell of a jacked up face. Unless you are a world-class body-builder, I say you do not have the rights to say others' abs 'ugly, 'screwed up' and 'distorted' because in my opinion, those 3 words describe your face &lt;i&gt;Perrrrfectly&lt;/i&gt;. With a capital-P if you noticed. Though of course I doubt you noticed because you only see what you like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#JUSTSAYIN #NOOFFENSE &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Just saying', the new 'no offense' (Y)~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-7649751732514907157?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/7649751732514907157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/7649751732514907157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/09/on-side-note.html' title='On a side note,'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-2924465292479400525</id><published>2011-09-17T02:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T03:01:55.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Near death experience</title><content type='html'>The fateful Friday night, 16 September:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nurhayati Hamid, age 17, had her first near death encounter. I was motherfucking crossing the road when a car just sped past me from the bend behind. Come on, common knowledge and etiquette known to all drivers to let pedestrians cross first and you jolly well stop your fucking vehicle before the line right? Oh my god clearly uncommon for the driver of that fucking hideous silver van/car shit then. One more step and I am 100% sure, absolutely sure that my feet would've been driven over and flattened by that stupid silver van that came from the bend behind as though it's been speeding down a freeway for 10 miles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Couldn't react and I really stood there and just forgot about the flashing 'green man'. Remembered I was in the middle of a pedestrian crossing and dashed across at 4 seconds. Called my mum and swear/cry over the phone and she was so worried for me. After I reached home, she just told me that she imagined what would've happened if I met with an accident. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum said, "Papa will scold me, blame me for shifting to this house, for giving you so much freedom." And I was really damn touched because I realised that what's saddest is not when a child's parents pass away, but when the child passes away before the parents. :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine dad's reaction after he hears about this from mum in the morning. He'll definitely release his chain of profanities!! He might scold mum too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still, I LOVE MY DAD AND MUM SO MUCH!!! The cutest couple in the whole wide world, my old man and old woman. :D &amp;lt;3 Love them to bits!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-2924465292479400525?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/2924465292479400525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/2924465292479400525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/09/near-death-experience.html' title='Near death experience'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-5649704517371250188</id><published>2011-09-14T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T22:35:03.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shine a light on herrrr</title><content type='html'>Tell me are you feeling strong&lt;br /&gt;Strong enough to love someone&lt;br /&gt;And make it through the hardest storm&lt;br /&gt;And bad weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you pull me from the flames&lt;br /&gt;Hold me till I feel no pain&lt;br /&gt;And give me shelter from the rain&lt;br /&gt;Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shine A Light&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;b&gt;McFly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-5649704517371250188?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/5649704517371250188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/5649704517371250188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/09/shine-light-on-herrrr.html' title='Shine a light on herrrr'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-7357762999669322760</id><published>2011-09-08T20:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T20:38:30.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everytime we have a clique outing, we never ever leave you out. You're the one who's ostracized yourself after getting a girlfriend. You're the one who chose to leave yourself out. And you're just so big a disappointment everytime we mention your name, we just sigh. Why? Everyone used to be such fun to be with.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poly kids, jc kids, who cares. Everybody changes. There's no way things can go back to the way they were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-7357762999669322760?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/7357762999669322760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/7357762999669322760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/09/everytime-we-have-clique-outing-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-8497314506657738321</id><published>2011-09-08T18:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T20:01:57.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drinking Sesh @Butterfac</title><content type='html'>Fkin crazy drinking sesh with Bryan Foo and gang! Lepak outside) club @Butterfac hahaha Yusuf and Fahmi were at Zouk so sad we couldn't meet. :( And it seems they called me when I was high but I only vaguely remember Yusuf laughing on the phone hahaha damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-8497314506657738321?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/8497314506657738321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/8497314506657738321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/09/butterfac.html' title='Drinking Sesh @Butterfac'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-2355359119034689794</id><published>2011-09-07T14:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T14:00:20.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone like you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-2355359119034689794?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/2355359119034689794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/2355359119034689794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/09/someone-like-you.html' title='Someone like you'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-5052945373146735546</id><published>2011-09-06T04:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T04:52:14.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aww Gossip Girl brought me to tears!! Chuck I love you! Ok time for some Skins. FYEAH \m/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-5052945373146735546?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/5052945373146735546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/5052945373146735546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/09/aww-gossip-girl-brought-me-to-tears.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-154719215126179406</id><published>2011-09-06T04:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T04:37:57.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gossip Girl quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 21px; line-height: 27px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Chuck: We're holding on to the pain because it's all we have left. But we don't have to.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-154719215126179406?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/154719215126179406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/154719215126179406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/09/gossip-girl-quotes.html' title='Gossip Girl quotes'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-3155535961071426898</id><published>2011-09-05T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T23:12:53.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tonight a candle lights the room&lt;br /&gt;Tonight it's only me and you&lt;br /&gt;Your skin, like gravity is pulling every part of me&lt;br /&gt;I fall, you and I collide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I stay forever?&lt;br /&gt;What if there's no goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;Frozen for a moment here in time&lt;br /&gt;If you tell me the sky is falling&lt;br /&gt;Or say that the stars collide&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that matters in my life&lt;br /&gt;Is you and I tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our eyes close the candle burns away&lt;br /&gt;But I know the fire still remains&lt;br /&gt;This love is all we need&lt;br /&gt;We fit together perfectly&lt;br /&gt;I fall, you and I collide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;You And I Tonight&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Faber Drive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-3155535961071426898?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/3155535961071426898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/3155535961071426898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/09/tonight-candle-lights-room-tonight-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-4316464744958134498</id><published>2011-09-05T22:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T23:13:24.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saw you walk into the room&lt;br /&gt;Thought I'd try to talk to you&lt;br /&gt;Babe, am I ever glad you wanted me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;I'll make every second count&lt;br /&gt;Cause I miss you, whenever your not around&lt;br /&gt;When I kiss you&lt;br /&gt;I still get butterflies years from now&lt;br /&gt;I'll make every second count&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;When I'm With You&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Faber Drive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-4316464744958134498?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/4316464744958134498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/4316464744958134498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/09/saw-you-walk-into-room-thought-id-try.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-510793385654040445</id><published>2011-09-05T02:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T23:07:18.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah f this some things are better kept hidden. Now I have to make the effort to forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-510793385654040445?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/510793385654040445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/510793385654040445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/09/y-u-no-shuddap.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-8175185696505998084</id><published>2011-09-05T00:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T02:01:34.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy times!!</title><content type='html'>Missed call. It's been damn long. Quite shocked but what's probably more shocking is that I didn't lose count of the days and I'm really really having mixed feelings about this. God maybe he was working the other day and actually saw me walk past hahaha shit what am I thinking. Seriously don't know what I'm hoping for but I'm just gonna call him back. Please pick up please oh god!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(EDIT)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The time now is 12:27 AM. Talking on the phone and I finally understand what Tricia meant when she talked about mk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"It's his voice! It's always his voice! Everytime I hear his voice ah... Hai."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are explaining things and I can't tell whether or not it's true but either way, you make me want to believe you. Ah okok I'm gon focus on the phonecall BYE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-8175185696505998084?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/8175185696505998084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/8175185696505998084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-times-sudden-halt.html' title='Happy times!!'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-2840197989071074729</id><published>2011-09-03T04:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T04:59:47.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expectations only lead to disappointment</title><content type='html'>Disappointment is an emotion specific to those who care. So to say that holding expectations means that one still cares. So I should stop expecting anything because I want to stop caring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-2840197989071074729?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/2840197989071074729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/2840197989071074729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/09/expectations-only-lead-to.html' title='Expectations only lead to disappointment'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-6037608760918004443</id><published>2011-09-03T00:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T01:06:17.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAMPOS AKAN GILA PUKI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-6037608760918004443?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/6037608760918004443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/6037608760918004443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/09/mampos-akan-gila-puki.html' title='MAMPOS AKAN GILA PUKI'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-8574650089867972043</id><published>2011-09-01T23:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T23:32:08.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I might've had too many to treasure. So many that I've lost hold and now I lose some.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-8574650089867972043?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/8574650089867972043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/8574650089867972043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-mightve-had-too-many-to-treasure.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-2837102265016158193</id><published>2011-09-01T21:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T22:27:50.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People change</title><content type='html'>Having spent 6 months plus in Rp, I can say that I don't regret going to Rp. It's not as bad as I thought it'd be. The people there are really my kinda crowd: Party/town/scene-kids, English-speaking but occasionally chap funny Hokkien here and there but most importantly, they're mostly legal and have a life! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess the most important lesson I've learnt after leaving secondary school is that people really&lt;i&gt; do&lt;/i&gt; change. Personally, I don't think Rp has changed me. I think it just gave me exposure to all sorts of stuff like smoking, sheesha, clubbing, drinking etc. And as sinful as all these may sound, I've learnt to accept them. Call me a hypocrite because in a way, I'm accepting them because I myself practiced them. But I don't practice them on a regular basis, so much so that it has become a part of my lifestyle. No!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not that I've changed after going to &lt;b&gt;Republic&lt;/b&gt; poly, as many has emphasised (So to say that Rp is negative influence which really gives me reason to reward you with a deserving punch). It's all of you who haven't changed and continued to stay in your&lt;b&gt; Nanhua&lt;/b&gt; mindset. Still childish, immature and even more narrow-minded. Oh well, then in that aspect I can actually say that you guys have changed to become more narrow-minded. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S Don't blame Rp for anything. Everything I do, I do it because I chose to. I haven't been forced by anyone to do anything so rest assured, I am only willing. Get that in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-2837102265016158193?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/2837102265016158193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/2837102265016158193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/09/people-change.html' title='People change'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-7593800810182503012</id><published>2011-09-01T20:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T21:48:15.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What If</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;What if we never met?&lt;/i&gt; I believe I'd have many more happy moments and less angsty moments. I'm aware of my bad habit of harping on the bad stuff and letting them overwhelm the happy times. I do feel happy when I'm with you but sometimes you really let me taste the worst shit and it's all these shit you give me that soils my memory of you. All those moments of angst you cause me accumulate one after another and eventually, you just really make me wish we'd never met. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-7593800810182503012?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/7593800810182503012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/7593800810182503012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-if.html' title='What If'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-8952047294817158739</id><published>2011-08-30T00:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T00:02:48.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Talk to Karesia every night on the phone and we can just go on for hours~ &lt;div&gt;&amp;lt;3 :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-8952047294817158739?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/8952047294817158739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/8952047294817158739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/08/talk-to-karesia-every-night-on-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-6214141744193670423</id><published>2011-08-29T01:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T02:02:42.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAMID IS A QT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4UF8VNzq0g4/TlqCR1FhKQI/AAAAAAAAAdE/qR_hlJn4e7g/s1600/qt.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 365px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4UF8VNzq0g4/TlqCR1FhKQI/AAAAAAAAAdE/qR_hlJn4e7g/s400/qt.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645968325681948930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1jrhQEEqKA/TlqCRhhUjgI/AAAAAAAAAc8/hXfTz8T3S4c/s1600/QT2.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1jrhQEEqKA/TlqCRhhUjgI/AAAAAAAAAc8/hXfTz8T3S4c/s400/QT2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645968320429854210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's damn small but I just had to post it ha! Epic tagging training session on fb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-6214141744193670423?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/6214141744193670423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/6214141744193670423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/08/hamid-is-qt.html' title='HAMID IS A QT'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-4UF8VNzq0g4/TlqCR1FhKQI/AAAAAAAAAdE/qR_hlJn4e7g/s72-c/qt.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-5785601592888246331</id><published>2011-08-25T02:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T02:35:08.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving On With Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Htht with my dear friend Poh after dinner was nice. :') And I've finally decided to move on. Yes, I am moving on with life! No more hanging on. False hopes, memories, whatever. What's gone is gone and there's no use dwelling on the past. Reflecting, imagining the alternative scenario if I'd acted differently back then only pains me even more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quite shocked that I actually managed to hang on for this long. But it's pointless. I've come to realise that if anything can happen, it would've happened already. So there's really no point wasting more time begging for something that hasn't the slightest hint of happening to happen. There are so many people out there and I'm only 17 years old. I'm sure there are all kinds of people I've yet to meet and sooner or later, I'll meet the right one for me. :) People come and go, so I should just get used to it and stop hoping for the impossible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll end off this post with my Song-Of-The-Moment, "You're Not Sorry" by Taylor Swift. :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;All this time I was wasting&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you would come around&lt;br /&gt;I've been giving out chances every time&lt;br /&gt;And all you do is let me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's taking me this long&lt;br /&gt;Baby but I figured you out&lt;br /&gt;And you're thinking we'll be fine again&lt;br /&gt;But not this time around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to call anymore&lt;br /&gt;I won't pick up the phone&lt;br /&gt;This is the last straw&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna hurt anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left to beg for&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-5785601592888246331?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/5785601592888246331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/5785601592888246331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/08/moving-on-with-life.html' title='Moving On With Life'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-6167279538044476970</id><published>2011-08-25T02:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T02:03:41.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Timeline damn crazy tonight but I am lovin' every tweet hahahahahaha!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-6167279538044476970?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/6167279538044476970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/6167279538044476970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/08/timeline-damn-crazy-tonight-but-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-7014318890215180684</id><published>2011-08-25T01:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T01:34:18.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I do not have the slightest clue why I'm using the washing machines background.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-7014318890215180684?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/7014318890215180684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/7014318890215180684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-do-not-have-slightest-clue-why-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-3263668292150010812</id><published>2011-08-25T01:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T01:24:40.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STOP STALKING ME CHUA XINYING!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-3263668292150010812?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/3263668292150010812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/3263668292150010812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/08/stop-stalking-me-chua-xinying.html' title='STOP STALKING ME CHUA XINYING!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-5454283060788208989</id><published>2011-08-24T03:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T03:35:23.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All That Street Jazz</title><content type='html'>Today, I went for production training at Aljunied where I met Suay and Vanessa. It's been around 5 to 6 months since I last danced. Khye and I had quite a serious conversation but after awhile we both became more informal. :) Scared at first cause he looked fierce. Khye's principle is commitment above technique so that's something I can definitely stick to. Since I fail in terms of technique. :B&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of production training, Yong Zhi and Khye kept urging me to turn up again on Saturday. Yong Zhi said that I might be able to perform in Khye's item but I told him it's been damn long since I last danced and that I was damn scared. Yong Zhi is super nice seriously. Yong Zhi said that if I'm not confident I will never be ready and so, "I'll see you on Saturday? :D" asked the cute Yong Zhi who smiled and flashed his braces at me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahaha nice people there lah, Stephanie, Jerlynn, Benezer, Elwyn, Instructors Khye and Yong Zhi. Excited for Saturday! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-5454283060788208989?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/5454283060788208989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/5454283060788208989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/08/production-training.html' title='All That Street Jazz'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-3653667968096016747</id><published>2011-08-24T00:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T01:11:19.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I CHANCED UPON MY SWEETEST EYE-CANDY</title><content type='html'>Today, I sat beside a mega handsome-cute guy with very nicely styled brown hair and big dying eyes and a piercing in the middle of his lower lip. He came in, pointed to the empty seat beside me and asked, "Is this seat taken?". His voice rang through the air like melodious church bells. Ohemgee serious shitz wanted to pounce on him so bad cause he's so damn cute!!!! And his voice!!! His piercing!!! His dying eyes sparkly like a puppy's omg!!! The way he slouched in his chair and had to look up at his laptop from a lower angle omg the eyes!!!!!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-3653667968096016747?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/3653667968096016747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/3653667968096016747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-chanced-upon-love-of-my-life.html' title='I CHANCED UPON MY SWEETEST EYE-CANDY'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-5633829644986637365</id><published>2011-08-22T01:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T01:22:54.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A great love may not be the right love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-5633829644986637365?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/5633829644986637365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/5633829644986637365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/08/great-love-may-not-be-right-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-5999554743487102526</id><published>2011-08-22T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T01:19:29.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You think you shouldn't want it cause you've never had it and it scares you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-5999554743487102526?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/5999554743487102526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/5999554743487102526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-think-you-shouldnt-want-it-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-6361187982509683117</id><published>2011-08-22T01:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T01:20:07.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I gave you a shot. And while your efforts were admirable, I'm bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-6361187982509683117?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/6361187982509683117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/6361187982509683117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-gave-you-shot.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-6706123858280532372</id><published>2011-08-15T03:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T01:17:13.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We could still be talking on the phone at this time. But no we're not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-6706123858280532372?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/6706123858280532372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/6706123858280532372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/08/we-could-still-be-talking-on-phone-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-8956491348530863615</id><published>2011-08-15T03:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T03:03:36.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Obsessed, depressed at the same time&lt;br /&gt;I can't even walk in a straight line&lt;br /&gt;I'm a light in the dark, no sunshine&lt;br /&gt;No sunshine, no sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cries, "This is more than goodbye&lt;br /&gt;When I look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You're not even there"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a feeling, just a feeling, just a feeling that I have&lt;br /&gt;Just a feeling, just a feeling that I have&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't believe that it's over&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-8956491348530863615?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/8956491348530863615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/8956491348530863615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/08/obsessed-depressed-at-same-time-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-940020760971050572</id><published>2011-08-13T04:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T04:59:02.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes the best way to stay close to someone you love is by being just a friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-940020760971050572?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/940020760971050572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/940020760971050572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/08/sometimes-best-way-to-stay-close-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-3363945733350903305</id><published>2011-08-04T14:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T14:57:36.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE ZEFF MAXIMUMOMG</title><content type='html'>Otaku-ed with Zeff in class today about Bleach he is fucking funny!!! Crazy faci got all agitated about the Bleach plot! Handed in my quiz and wrote "BANKAI!!!!!!" in big fat font! After he went through the quiz I confessed that I only got the first 2 questions right and THE AMAZING FACI ZEFF SAID&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Haha! That's not bankai lah that's shinkai. Not even that lah that's when you first pull out your zanpakutou.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-3363945733350903305?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/3363945733350903305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/3363945733350903305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-love-zeff-maximumomg.html' title='I LOVE ZEFF MAXIMUMOMG'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-1279771315122339016</id><published>2011-08-04T00:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T00:28:32.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How annoying. Failed and feeble attempt at communicating with stupid people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-1279771315122339016?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/1279771315122339016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/1279771315122339016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/08/how-annoying.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-4627508006767400748</id><published>2011-07-25T01:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T01:43:29.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got off the phone from a near 2h chat with my best friend whom shall not be named due to a certain creeper out there who might at this minute, be reading this post. Marcus said I had imba reception throughout the whole mrt ride hahaha! (Thank god we caught the last train) No interruption from Bishan till now, not even in the lift! Feel so good after a good long chat! ^^&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, had fun at Tricia's crib gambling! Made a new friend, Jonas. Ended up winning/losing money till we both could only afford 1 prata plain each. Haha compulsive gamblers fuck our lives. Tricia's dad gave us a somewhat crash-course on entrepreneurship and invited us to join their family business kind of thing. During supper Jonas said that he'd heard the exact same thing with lotsa pros and cons so, though it really had me thinking, I'm not sure if I have the skills to grow my money in 2 to 3 years' time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, #blamethemuslims trending on twitter, hello? Fuck you for classifying all of us under "Terrorists" you dumbnuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;P/S &lt;/b&gt;Seriously I don't mean to be offensive but after getting paotou once I really don't have a reason to believe you lah honestly. My trust for you is just slowly diminishing lo. I just choose to not tell anyone anything anymore rather than voicing out my displeasure because I don't mind seriously. It's not like I desperately need to vent all my pent up frustrations so, ya. JUST SAYING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-4627508006767400748?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/4627508006767400748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/4627508006767400748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/07/just-got-off-phone-from-near-2h-chat.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-6857358975128581055</id><published>2011-07-18T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T22:33:26.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY MAXIMUM!!!</title><content type='html'>Hehe just got home! Many thanks to KC and Ignatius for sending me home~ So sweet of them hehe :) had fun talking to them on the way home and today was mega fun as well! So so so hoping we can have another meet-up like this again. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-6857358975128581055?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/6857358975128581055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/6857358975128581055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-maximum.html' title='HAPPY MAXIMUM!!!'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-7477275009007850394</id><published>2011-07-18T00:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T00:50:18.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I trust anyone, really?</title><content type='html'>This thing about couples when you tell one of them something and the other will def come to know about it. This I am not comfortable with at all really. I have my own privacy. Things I tell a guy might not be things I want a girl to know and vice versa. And it's not just gender issues. But of course I mean if I am among your topics of discussion then I am by all means, honored. Plus there is nothing I can do if I am your everyday topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But telling you things then thinking at the back of my head, 'Damn it he'll/she'll def know this' is never a good feeling for me. Sometimes I just feel like I can't tell anyone anything anymore and I really don't want this to come true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-7477275009007850394?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/7477275009007850394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/7477275009007850394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-thing-about-couples-when-you-tell.html' title='Can I trust anyone, really?'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760563408851401143.post-6130737640324045612</id><published>2011-07-18T00:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T00:17:26.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook can be so damn annoying</title><content type='html'>What's with the fuckin facebook feature that shows Friend's Photo Albums at the side? Really? Seriously I don't give a shit about people and their new lives. AND STOP INVITING ME TO EVENTS GOD THOSE DAMN SHITBRICKS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760563408851401143-6130737640324045612?l=supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/6130737640324045612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760563408851401143/posts/default/6130737640324045612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermassiveasshole.blogspot.com/2011/07/facebook-can-be-so-damn-annoying.html' title='Facebook can be so damn annoying'/><author><name>Hayati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01518471314447110364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
