<?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-20815105</id><updated>2011-07-29T14:20:38.730+08:00</updated><category term='Sketches'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='amazing race'/><category term='American Idol'/><title type='text'>gingivitis</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>613</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-9020830682831996384</id><published>2011-03-28T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T21:57:39.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging! I miss you!</title><content type='html'>Gosh. Blogger used to be the only reason I look for 2mrw. I remember thinking about what my next post would be. I would get high just receiving messages on my tagboard. I would spend days just creating a new blogskin and smile from ear to ear when people praised my clean and simple but nice blogskin. I would volunteer making blogskins for my friends. I remember begging my friend Samuel for weeks, begging him to please lend me his photoshop so that i can install and use. I remember getting all sexcited editting pics and putting them in my entries. Haha. I even remembered being jealous of a certain blogskin designer and tag on her tagboard as an anonymous. I remember making a website using blogger for this entrepreneur's competition. The good old days. It used to be about blogs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then now, there's facebook and twitter and tumblr. People don't post long entries with words no more. They just repost stuffs (read: images, gifs.) they like and posting rants (read: a sentence or two) on twitter and facebook every min. No, i have yet to be in the same league as my generation. I only have facebook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole point is my life is getting boring. It has no purpose. I used to have ngaji that I would attend classes for 2 hours mean and I have this space to update things. Now that I have khatam and no longer blogging, my life is even more drab. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking, maybe I should get in the habit of blogging once more. Readers are usually my driving force to continue blogging but obviously I won't get any replies to my entries because I do not advertise my blog no more, not like last time. But at least I'll have something, something to look foreward to everyday. Just like last time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-9020830682831996384?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/9020830682831996384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2011/03/blogging-i-miss-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/9020830682831996384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/9020830682831996384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2011/03/blogging-i-miss-you.html' title='Blogging! I miss you!'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-1125361592909853694</id><published>2010-09-01T21:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T21:41:21.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The right attitude</title><content type='html'>Today I experienced for the first time how a photoshoot is like with actual models. Models being humans and not non-living objects. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that a model has to have the right attitude. They need to realise that &lt;u&gt;we&lt;/u&gt; are using them to do &lt;u&gt;our&lt;/u&gt; job. It is absolutely not about them. Diva-ish attitude is definitely a no-no. It makes the job of the photographer and also the art director much harder than it already is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, communication. You really have to cooperate with not just the AD or P but the whole process and be comfortable around us. If not, you would be so awkward and stiff. Well maybe it's not the job of the AD or P but I think that if they make an effort to get to know their models it would definitely be less awkward for everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, these are based from my observations behind-the-scenes at a photoshoot so do not condemn whatever I just said because really, what do I know about modeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways Yuhao supposedly enrolled herself in dance lessons today and she got me excited to join too! I really &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; want to learn so bad I've been begging my mom since two years ago! WO YAO DANCE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-1125361592909853694?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/1125361592909853694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/09/right-attitude.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/1125361592909853694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/1125361592909853694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/09/right-attitude.html' title='The right attitude'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-97704849046344961</id><published>2010-08-31T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T23:16:16.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally! I think it has been more than a year since I last read anything from my favourite author, Sandra Brown. It seems that I have read all of her thrillers available at JE library. I was on cloud nine today when I spotted two "new" novels on the shelves I immediately grabbed them without reading the sypnopsis. Tsk. That is how Sandra is with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-97704849046344961?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/97704849046344961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/08/finally-i-think-it-has-been-more-than.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/97704849046344961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/97704849046344961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/08/finally-i-think-it-has-been-more-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-3246358544422889810</id><published>2010-08-30T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T23:50:32.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The case of the missing phone</title><content type='html'>I lost my phone and to be honest I'm not paranoid when I should be. I mean it is a phone with an active sim card and personal pictures but I am not. I am not actually bothered that I do not have a phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only use my phone as an alarm clock which I am realising that I am in dire need of one. Besides smsing yuhao in the morning and writing notes for myself to google later, I also only use it when I am meeting my friends which is not often. So really. Despite slowly realising that I indeed need my phone I am still not making an effort to find it. So here's the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, on a Sunday my family and I went back M'sia to send off Nyai. When we were packing to leave for sg I only then realised that I couldn't find my phone. I assured myself that I might have left it at home and would find it later on my mattress. When I got back, my phone was no where to be seen lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the deal. In the morning of our departure to m'sia it was quite rushed that everything I did did not register into my head. So, whether I brought my phone with me or left it behind, it did not register into my head. I don't even remember that morning! So you see, trying to trace back my steps that morning is futile, FUTILE I tell you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am completely clueless about the whereabouts of my phone. All I got when I called was "the number you are trying to call in not available. Your number will be sent by sms to the customer. Please try again later, goodbye" sort-ish lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's either my phone is still in Singapore and my battery is flat or my phone is in Malaysia and there is no connection because I do not have auto-roam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime I am still very sorry if I never reply your texts. Really, I should be concern. Like now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-3246358544422889810?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/3246358544422889810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/08/case-of-missing-phone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/3246358544422889810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/3246358544422889810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/08/case-of-missing-phone.html' title='The case of the missing phone'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-3277403964020381864</id><published>2010-08-16T23:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T23:17:07.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh shit poop!</title><content type='html'>Today I stepped on dog's poop. No, that wasn't the worse part. The worse part was cleaning my slipper in the public toilet afterwards. Men public toilet being men public toilet, it reeked of urine. I had to withstand the odour while trying my best to get the poop from the ridges of the sole. I was almost sick. I wanted to vomit. Eventually that did not happen. Lesson to be learned: never walk on grass again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-3277403964020381864?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/3277403964020381864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/08/today-i-stepped-on-dogs-poop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/3277403964020381864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/3277403964020381864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/08/today-i-stepped-on-dogs-poop.html' title='Oh &lt;s&gt;shit&lt;/s&gt; poop!'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-5384200653993157036</id><published>2010-08-07T00:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T00:38:39.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Include w/o Involve</title><content type='html'>She held on to my foot throughout the awkward minutes that ticked by really slowly. It made me feel more comfortable and more one with them. She 'included' me without involving me and that was just how I wanted it to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-5384200653993157036?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/5384200653993157036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/08/she-held-on-to-my-foot-throughout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/5384200653993157036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/5384200653993157036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/08/she-held-on-to-my-foot-throughout.html' title='Include w/o Involve'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-311424114752117272</id><published>2010-08-05T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T16:07:33.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indifference</title><content type='html'>You know, the opposite of love isn't hate. It's actually indifference and that is exactly how I feel right now. Even Daryl noticed. He told me, "Iman, you really don't care about your work anymore" and that is seriously dangerous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's bad. It means coming late to school, pon-ing lessons, late submssions and retaking modules. It means, I don't even care if I do well or get to go to a university. It means, my passion is gone. And passion is the one thing that keeps every one going. And I've lost it. I've lost it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find you. I need you quick. I need to breathe. To get away from here. To go and never come back. But I will look back once in a while. I have to. Go back. Way back. Back to the time before this. Before it all began.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe then. Maybe then I'll see you.. And hopefully.. hopefully.. It will all go back to the way it was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-311424114752117272?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/311424114752117272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/08/indifference.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/311424114752117272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/311424114752117272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/08/indifference.html' title='Indifference'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-7281899025800023093</id><published>2010-08-02T13:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T13:32:54.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Projek Rentak</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://a.imageshack.us/img130/1616/siblingpower.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family ( - dad) attended the Projek Rentak last Saturday. $25 only ley the ticket! I thought it was a very good deal to see a number of familiar talents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I do not listen to local Malay radio stations so Wo Pu Che Tau most of the songs performed. I felt damn small lah whenever a singer asked that we sing along. I wanted to join in lor but sadly lah, I don't know the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img830.imageshack.us/img830/4305/chedid.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Didicazli over there in the middle. I think I have heard him sing a number of times before but I don't remember. Anyways this guy is so nice. He actually posed for me because the first shot I took he was posing for another camera. Okay.. I know I know it's not saying much but I still think he is nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the sexy woman to his right is Cherie? Sherry? Chery? Aljunied! Fuh.. She was swinging her poms poms to the groove. Oh yeah.. That's right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who? Ok, nvm. Moving on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://a.imageshack.us/img413/40/abishek.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So throughout the entire concert there were small comedy role plays by the local radio djs and there was this particular dj who cracked me up till no end. He is none other than Abishiek? Abishek? Abisheikh? He was a gangster, a &lt;u&gt;female&lt;/u&gt; ghost nurse and a tuk (seen in this still). And man can GELEK!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://a.imageshack.us/img714/6238/revalina.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey! I got them to do the "L" sign. heh. As you cannot see, one member kena blocked! Aiyah &amp; my mom was the one taking the pic. I tell you, she was starstruck ttm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked me to chase after the stars when they got down the stage to take pictures. =_= She even admitted she'll shiver if she got to stand beside Nana. And at Mccafe afterwards, she asked me to go take a pic of Huda Ali. Aiyoh.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://a.imageshack.us/img841/342/fauzil.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fauzi Laily actually said, wow u're tall. Forced him to do the peace sign with us. Heh Heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well congratulations to the second group to win. I actually prefer the first group thou. Oh wells, no voters no win. After this event I am going to start supporting local acts and I NEED to psycho my mom to buy a dslr. Haks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-7281899025800023093?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/7281899025800023093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/08/projek-rentak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/7281899025800023093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/7281899025800023093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/08/projek-rentak.html' title='Projek Rentak'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-8998101499588037138</id><published>2010-07-31T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T00:26:04.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Possessive</title><content type='html'>Life has not been good until recently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel more alone than ever before even though I am surrounded in the circle of friends. I began missing people I never get to talk to or see. I even teared just thinking about them, about losing them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like a part of me was taken away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lacked the motivation and the passion that I had just weeks ago. I was back to square one. It frightened me. I never want to be that person again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I realised, that I need to let go, I cannot hold on to them forever. Just like I did &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; do with my secondary school friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when I was reunited again with my friends, I still felt sad. Suddenly I wanted to just get away and run back to the new clique of people. Just leaving them w/o saying goodbye and to not be acknowledged was upsetting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ris Low was a gross yet entertaining distraction but the tears of joy was soon washed over by the sorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, there are friends. Friends who make your day go by. Friends who best do not know your feelings and make you laugh till you forget your misery. Friends who will always be there to make everything seem normal. Friends who will still be there even after you part ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I, I need to let go..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-8998101499588037138?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/8998101499588037138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/07/possessive.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/8998101499588037138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/8998101499588037138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/07/possessive.html' title='Possessive'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-2848599957385781486</id><published>2010-07-21T21:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T21:05:53.155+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sketches'/><title type='text'>Oh no Chanel didn't</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img153.imageshack.us/img153/3743/chanele.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act cute hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img822.imageshack.us/img822/1368/chaneliman.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Q Q hair" =_=&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/07/v.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/8319248482880512939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/8319248482880512939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/07/v.html' title='V'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-7842534882857965923</id><published>2010-07-20T12:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T20:52:11.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My "notes"</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img804.imageshack.us/img804/1472/chexnotes.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am trying not to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Shit. As I'm writing this my eyes are closing.&lt;br /&gt;My eyelids, so heavy, my ears blocked.&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally zoned out.&lt;br /&gt;Keith's voice is so melodious, it's lulling me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Keith sounds like Cliff.&lt;br /&gt;No, not the voice, the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cannot click click until 3 times to a desired link."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;I had breakfast. &lt;br /&gt;I had sardine puff.&lt;br /&gt;You don't say the food is digesting now in my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;Blood leaves &lt;u&gt;in&lt;/u&gt; the brain.&lt;br /&gt;Brain is shutting down.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is coming in.&lt;br /&gt;Eyelids, so heavy.&lt;br /&gt;Handwriting uglier.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The notes I took down trying to keep myself awake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-7842534882857965923?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/7842534882857965923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-notes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/7842534882857965923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/7842534882857965923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-notes.html' title='My &quot;notes&quot;'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-5697363928043014863</id><published>2010-07-19T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T13:30:46.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why so angry girl?</title><content type='html'>Time is 1pm. I just got back from submitting my late booklet to Taipang. He was not there so I thought I'd ask a lecturer to leave my booklet, and cliff's on his table. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was smart enough to drag Chanel and Wan Ping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried his door. We saw no soul. No answer. Then we tried the other door. Relief washed over me when I saw a hunched soul. Then I realised she was trying to pretend not to see or hear, to be seen nor heard. It was too late because when I knocked the second time (the third when you combine Chanel's one knock) the mean-looking lecturer got up from her chair and stormed towards us. I heard Chanel and Wan Ping saying "A-oh.. She looks pissed.". &lt;i&gt;Ya think?&lt;/i&gt; Wrinkled-up-mean-looking lecturer pulled open the door so hard I thought the door would smash the wall and break to bits and pieces. &lt;b&gt;YES!&lt;/b&gt; she shouted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I surprised myself yet again.. I was calm when I answered her. And she continued talking to me in that angry tone. Whateffs.. I was not rattled.. heh heh.. Ok lah, maybe a bit. HAHA. You should have seen the way she stormed back towards Taipang's table. In her 7-inch heels, she took a stumble but didn't fall. It was hilarious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-5697363928043014863?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/5697363928043014863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-so-angry-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/5697363928043014863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/5697363928043014863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-so-angry-girl.html' title='Why so angry girl?'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-4967381360549564601</id><published>2010-07-16T23:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T23:23:41.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ha.ha. What TGIF?</title><content type='html'>Today was quite a hectic day which ended pleasantly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I overslept till 2am when I should have woken up at 1am to &lt;s&gt;do&lt;/s&gt; start on my work. I already did an all-nighter the previous night, so two straight all-nighter nights is impossible to achieve. Finally came up with something and did my design all the way till 10am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, went to print my booklet at sunshine. Thankfully my dad is back in Singapore so he can chauffeur me around. Heh heh. I'm really so thankful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I forgot to mention it was pouring cats and dogs! I was soaked on my way to Fancy Paper from the car and almost got hit by a van and a lorry(?) twice consecutively. They were very near and my first instinct was to speed up and not freeze on the spot. Lucky. It was totally my bad. I completely forgot to look left and right, twice right after the first one ley! tsk tsk tsk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was drenched one minute and dried completely at the print shop. It was damn long! The uncle. Tsk! Shall never go there ever again! I spent $32 on printing alone! My piggy banked money :&lt; all gone to &lt;s&gt;V_____&lt;/s&gt; printing. Seriously, how I wish I have a sponsor *hint* *Chanel* *hint*. Haha ok but realistically speaking it would be nice to have a sponsor whom I can pay with with my feedback to my friends and people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finally had my stuff printed the time was 11.50am. On the way to school, all my jitters magically disappeared. I was just scared shit I could not make it while printing and when it was 12.15pm I was totally calm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's because it was already late so I don't see the point of rushing anymore. Secondly I was a little upset about the printing. I had certain pages missing, some sizes of the pages wrong, my cropping marks and so on and on.. Haish.. With Cliff beside me who wasn't very motivational. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every step I took I was losing.. hope. Simply said, I was giving up. Then my ray of sunshine, my angel came. Anika told me I was looking good and for a minute, a moment, I looked at the &lt;s&gt;mess&lt;/s&gt; progress that I have made so far and thought that it was not bad at all. I could do this. And then there was hope again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the energy to continue cutting. If only the girls hadn't kacau-ed me. I've said this before, GUYS JUST CANNOT MULTITASK. Every time I answer them hor I have to pause my cutting. So basically I just wasted a minute. I could do so much in a minute! Such as cutting! However I honestly enjoyed the company. You guys are so fun to disturb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have changed. Last time I would freak out when deadline was nearing and I still had a lot to do. Nowadays, such as just now, I was very calm. I could still talk talk, laugh laugh, joke joke and sing sing. Well maybe it was because of my lack of sleep that made me so calm and high. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I did not submit my booklet today. I was close to finishing when Tai Pang announced he was leaving and that those who hadn't submitted to submit their work on Monday. So yea, I decided to submit mine this mon coz the current one looks like shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I did not feel tired at all surprisingly. Took up on Athifah's offer to watch movie with her friends since well I did not have anywhere else to go. Watched despicable me. Love it. Every thing inside all so kawaii! I find the minions annoying thou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-4967381360549564601?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/4967381360549564601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/07/haha-what-tgif.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/4967381360549564601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/4967381360549564601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/07/haha-what-tgif.html' title='ha.ha. What TGIF?'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-3378783969034167553</id><published>2010-07-03T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T19:06:48.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COP10 Poster</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img42.imageshack.us/img42/2659/cop10posterweb01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img413.imageshack.us/img413/5236/cop10posterweb02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img412.imageshack.us/img412/468/cop10posterweb03.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-3378783969034167553?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/3378783969034167553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/3378783969034167553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/07/cop10-poster.html' title='COP10 Poster'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-3231395365499807041</id><published>2010-06-17T21:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T21:52:45.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hora Catch You Catch You Catch Me Catch Me Matte!</title><content type='html'>my latest obsession..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img404.imageshack.us/img404/604/keros.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;KAWAII NAK MAMPOS OR WHAT?!?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Kero from CARDCAPTOR SAKURA! &lt;br /&gt;Do you remember him??&lt;br /&gt;Or the awesome anime at least?!?&lt;br /&gt;C'mon you must have watched an episode before.&lt;br /&gt;I only just rewatched it again.&lt;br /&gt;AND Kero is KAWAII NAK MAMPOS!&lt;br /&gt;Even the song is KAWAII!&lt;br /&gt;Come I let you listen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="30" src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/30100374/5e43bab4" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAWAII RIGHT!?!&lt;br /&gt;Check out the lyrics!&lt;br /&gt;SO CHEESY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: #00aeef;"&gt;JAPANESE&lt;/i&gt; tama ni ne   nakunatchau   karada no BATTERI-&lt;br /&gt;anata no   egao de&lt;br /&gt;itsumo juuden manTAN PAWA- bakuhatsu shichae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: #00aeef;"&gt;ENGLISH&lt;/i&gt; Sometimes, my batteries just run dry.&lt;br /&gt;But with your smile,&lt;br /&gt;they're always fully charged, ready to explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I think I'm in love...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-3231395365499807041?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/3231395365499807041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/06/hora-catch-you-catch-you-catch-me-catch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/3231395365499807041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/3231395365499807041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/06/hora-catch-you-catch-you-catch-me-catch.html' title='Hora Catch You Catch You &lt;BR&gt;Catch Me Catch Me Matte!'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-3765808683615184217</id><published>2010-06-15T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T22:13:57.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stock Stop Motion Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://picasion.com/pic24/c01f76d8aed5ff8ccaefdc106e5cb7db.gif" width="400" height="268"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-3765808683615184217?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/3765808683615184217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/06/stock-stop-motion-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/3765808683615184217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/3765808683615184217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/06/stock-stop-motion-me.html' title='&lt;s&gt;Stock&lt;/s&gt; Stop Motion Me'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-5072376085130349212</id><published>2010-06-15T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T00:06:50.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pixar FTW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img685.imageshack.us/img685/6604/ssully.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Went to the Pixar exhibition at Science Centre today! &lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;u&gt;AWESOME SHITZ&lt;/u&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;Been wanting to be there for so long. &lt;br /&gt;I wasn't disappointed at all! &lt;br /&gt;Love everything exhibited especially &lt;3 the Finding Nemo charcoal paintings.No, no photography allowed :&lt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1894425&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=c9ff23&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1894425&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=c9ff23&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Zoetrope&lt;/u&gt; was crazy! &lt;br /&gt;How the hells did they do that! &lt;br /&gt;Nope, this video ain't do no justice to the awesomeness of this thing.&lt;br /&gt;Go there and watch it live go! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img37.imageshack.us/img37/4173/lilgreenmenpen.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought myself an &lt;u&gt;Little Green Men&lt;/u&gt; Alien Pen at the gift place. &lt;br /&gt;It lights up!&lt;br /&gt;Cool or what?&lt;br /&gt;Had to fight with another girl for it.&lt;br /&gt;Love the blue feathers.&lt;br /&gt;Cmon, u gotta love them.&lt;br /&gt;How annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img12.imageshack.us/img12/9881/3dshit.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Toy Story 2 in 3D!&lt;br /&gt;Awesome or wad?&lt;br /&gt;No, it really wasn't, really.&lt;br /&gt;Nope, nothing jumped out from the screen.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, Toy Story 2 is still awesome w or w/o 3D. &lt;br /&gt;Now I can't wait for Toy Story 3!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-5072376085130349212?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/5072376085130349212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/06/pixar-ftw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/5072376085130349212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/5072376085130349212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/06/pixar-ftw.html' title='Pixar FTW!'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-4537238844878257983</id><published>2010-06-14T12:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T12:51:05.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart Sleeping Dreaming</title><content type='html'>I love sleeping! No not the sleeping but the &lt;b&gt;dreaming&lt;/b&gt;! I had quite the adventure, thrice now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was &lt;u&gt;an agile ninja&lt;/u&gt;, doing somersaults and jumping from one wooden house to another and slaying monsters! In that same dream, I was also running away from this guy, a villian. I remember running from that one bus stop away from my bus stop, on the road at night and just ran for my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, awesome shitz I tell you! You know that &lt;u&gt;adrenaline&lt;/u&gt; feeling you get when you are being wanted from someone and your constantly on the look out.. Anyways, last night was probably another awesome one.. I can't exactly remember but I remember being on adrenaline the entire time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, my siblings and I were at my mom's workplace, that being some talkshow studio/stage. Ok, I really cannot remember what happened but I only remembered this distinct scene where this guy asked me for my opinion on this design stuff and he said, &lt;i&gt;I knew you'd say that&lt;/i&gt;. Haha. Ok.. Yup.. Not quite the thrill huh.. Ok..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-4537238844878257983?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/4537238844878257983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-y-sleeping-dreaming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/4537238844878257983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/4537238844878257983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-y-sleeping-dreaming.html' title='I heart &lt;s&gt;Sleeping&lt;/s&gt; Dreaming'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-1353516719939738732</id><published>2010-06-07T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T22:49:28.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If there is a soulmate for everyone</title><content type='html'>Woah woah, slow down girl.. There is no need to rush just because everybody else is involved. Natasha Bedingfield once sang, &lt;i&gt;"Incompatible, it don't matter though 'cos someone's bound to hear my cry.. Is it possible Mr. Loveable is already in my life? Right in front of me or maybe you're in disguise"&lt;/i&gt;. See, for all we know it could be Shafiq *bounce eyebrows*. Don't worry kay. Ur only 17, no need to think so far ahead &lt;s&gt;yet&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-1353516719939738732?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/1353516719939738732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/06/if-there-is-soulmate-for-everyone.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/1353516719939738732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/1353516719939738732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/06/if-there-is-soulmate-for-everyone.html' title='If there is a soulmate for everyone'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-7192843593706537679</id><published>2010-05-30T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T22:18:02.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The blues ain't bring me down tonight</title><content type='html'>I keep forgetting there is school tomorrow. Tomorrow being Monday. It is the second time already. Consecutively! Haish.. It is only Sunday and I'm already feeling the &lt;i&gt;Monday Blues&lt;/i&gt;.. Maybe I shall wear blue tomorrow. Not that school is boring. In contrary I enjoy Studio Lighting. Maybe because of a combination of it being the only module this block and we ain't got no homework. I've borrowed 2 dvds home already and I think I shall borrow another 2mrw. Click was awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-7192843593706537679?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/7192843593706537679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/05/blues-aint-bring-me-down-tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/7192843593706537679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/7192843593706537679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/05/blues-aint-bring-me-down-tonight.html' title='The blues ain&apos;t bring me down tonight'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-3037890337245527703</id><published>2010-05-15T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T21:58:42.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aiyoh I wanted to publish after I get the pictures from fb but I guess they are busy so nvm I shall post anyway and edit it with pictures once it's uploaded. BLOCK 1 of SEM 1 ended last thurs and I am going to miss the people in Japanese class. They are awesome. Andrea is awesome. What she did, grouping us for the role play was genius to get us know one another. In the end we became a class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss my groupmates the most. Wei Ming, Georgie and Jasmine. Esp Jasmine since we've never seen each other in sch before. She is so kawaii to the max! Georgie and me taught her different facial expressions for her role which lasted about an hour. haha. She just couldn't get it. So cute. And Georgie and me have our own inside joke. haha. haaa.. memories.. damn.. i miss them.. oh wells.. i hope we end up in the same cds next sem or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-3037890337245527703?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/3037890337245527703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/05/aiyoh-i-wanted-to-publish-after-i-get.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/3037890337245527703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/3037890337245527703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/05/aiyoh-i-wanted-to-publish-after-i-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-7848308278789794474</id><published>2010-05-08T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T00:47:04.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>note to self : have fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;even if u cant do well now, &lt;br /&gt;there's always next time!&lt;br /&gt;n we go to sch to learn rite xD&lt;br /&gt;we'll make mistakes sometimes&lt;br /&gt;if we can do everything perfectly, &lt;br /&gt;then we dun nid to go sch alr sia&lt;br /&gt;so... just have fun first!   &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Anika-san&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-7848308278789794474?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/7848308278789794474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/05/note-to-self-have-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/7848308278789794474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/7848308278789794474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/05/note-to-self-have-fun.html' title='note to self : have fun!'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-1966764769976982194</id><published>2010-04-29T01:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T01:06:59.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P. Melissa Toh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I realised we didn't take any photos together while we were together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We didn't even photobooth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And i deeply regret what little I have to remember you by. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Your email, ur competitors email u sent me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Shit, did I delete that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i have are memories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Memories of you talking, crapping and always making me LOL at ur lame jokes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Heck, it wasn't even a month and I already adopted the way you talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never officially declare our last goodbye because you said &lt;i&gt;after this, it's all Hi-Bye relationship&lt;/i&gt;. I LOL-ed at that too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel, I never saw you again since the last day of marketing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And now, I never will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I noe it's pointless to say this but I love you Mel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You always make me smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-1966764769976982194?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/1966764769976982194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/04/rip-melissa-toh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/1966764769976982194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/1966764769976982194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/04/rip-melissa-toh.html' title='R.I.P. Melissa Toh'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-5321249147072110755</id><published>2010-04-27T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T21:00:08.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Waiting for my dad to pick me up. The voices from the dikir barat people are keeping me company (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-5321249147072110755?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/5321249147072110755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/04/waiting-for-my-dad-to-pick-me-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/5321249147072110755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/5321249147072110755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/04/waiting-for-my-dad-to-pick-me-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-4174293007947654813</id><published>2010-04-26T12:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T12:02:15.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prius is from Nihon</title><content type='html'>Konnichiwa everybody. Watashi wa Iman Maliki des. I'm currently at home doing research on my given topic for P1 which is Prius. If you are wondering was is a Prius, Prius actually refers to ..... wait for it ..... &lt;u&gt;Toyota Prius&lt;/u&gt;! *Slaps forehead* I was hoping for something more culturally and historically Nihon but all I got is a hybrid car ): It's okay though. So far my research hasn't been as boring as I expected. In fact it's very interesting and it concerns our environment too. Haish.. The weather is awesome. I love rainy days.. Shall go back to eating my corns and reading about generations of Prius. Oh and I only have one class today from 6pm to 9pm. &lt;i&gt;Awesome..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-4174293007947654813?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/4174293007947654813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/04/prius-is-from-nihon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/4174293007947654813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/4174293007947654813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/04/prius-is-from-nihon.html' title='Prius is from Nihon'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-8425342790852040832</id><published>2010-04-19T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T23:29:16.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Kurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img219.imageshack.us/img219/8863/kurthummelresult.png"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not sleep well last night. Nor did I the previous night. I would love to blame it on the new pillows. I always stack a pillow on top of another but the new pillow is too bulky. It is really uncomfortable sleeping with one flat bulky pillow but more so with 2 of the same kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However my insomnia is more likely caused by GLEE. I am such a gleek. I'm listening to their songs every single day. Their songs either make me sob (Imagine) or up and grooving (Proud Mary). The up tempo ones are easily stuck in my head and I can't shut it off! My current track is &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=81UTooWujlw"&gt;True Colours&lt;/a&gt;! Awesome and also &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZUYUk5xUPD0"&gt;You Can't Always Get What You Want&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the 'Which glee character are you?' quiz on &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/qbquiz-fpgqt/?ref2=f_os&amp;sender=06cc611b6a934b09135b178941f1348a"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt; and well, unsurprisingly since already 2 people guessed correctly without help, I am &lt;u&gt;Kurt&lt;/u&gt;. However Kurt's witty, fashionable and outspoken personality is way beyond me :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-8425342790852040832?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/8425342790852040832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-am-kurt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/8425342790852040832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/8425342790852040832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-am-kurt.html' title='I am Kurt'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-8560075155205225003</id><published>2010-04-18T22:41:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T23:00:13.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peraduan Karaoke!</title><content type='html'>Test one, TWO &lt;b&gt;THREE&lt;/b&gt;! Earlier today a Malay karaoke contest was held at the empty space beside my block and living at the second floor we were badly affected by the noise. Amusingly though my grandmother was entertained. She even commented that all the songs were &lt;u&gt;best&lt;/u&gt;! Well I am sure they were pretty hot in the 60's. The songs were really classic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few were not bad but some, my god. There was one contestant, she was so bad she woke me up. Ok, I was really tired I guess seeing as to how I can still sleep at the living room despite the noise. Anyways my grandmother was really cute. She wanted to go down badly she asked my sister and me if we missed receiving any invitation tickets. Well I think we had the best seats in the house, literally. The contest lasted through the hot midday sun all the way till 6pm. I saw people sitting with their umbrellas. Tsk3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-8560075155205225003?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/8560075155205225003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/04/peraduan-karaoke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/8560075155205225003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/8560075155205225003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/04/peraduan-karaoke.html' title='Peraduan Karaoke!'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-9160989219987200150</id><published>2010-04-14T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T22:17:51.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meander</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;WHAT IS A MEANDER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;A meander is something to do with river.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-9160989219987200150?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/9160989219987200150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/04/meander.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/9160989219987200150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/9160989219987200150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/04/meander.html' title='Meander'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-6004106675372390220</id><published>2010-04-14T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T22:01:12.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My life + Confessions pt 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/7708/chrisomenface.png"&gt;&lt;object width="399" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uuadCJRpFsE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uuadCJRpFsE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="399" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my confessions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just when I thought I said all I can say&lt;br /&gt;My chick on the side said she got one on the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my confessions&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm gonna tell it then I gotta tell it all&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn near cried when I got that phone call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thrown, I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;But to give you part 2 of&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;my confessions&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-6004106675372390220?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/6004106675372390220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-my-life-confessions-pt-2.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/6004106675372390220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/6004106675372390220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-my-life-confessions-pt-2.html' title='It&apos;s My life + Confessions pt 2'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-1828073664722823208</id><published>2010-04-13T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T22:01:32.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I lost/misplaced my ez-link card!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-1828073664722823208?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/1828073664722823208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-lostmisplaced-my-ez-link-card.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/1828073664722823208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/1828073664722823208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-lostmisplaced-my-ez-link-card.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-7442031624076329216</id><published>2010-04-11T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T19:13:59.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Diary of a wimpy kid</title><content type='html'>I planned on starting a personal journal. One that recounts the things that I did that day. I was recounting Tuesday the 6th and I already feel like giving up. It seems that I could remember a lot and I am just halfway done. This is going to take up to 2 hours of my time every night if I decided on doing it. Well if this is going to save my memory then I'm willing to give it my all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-7442031624076329216?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/7442031624076329216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/04/personal-diary-of-wimpy-kid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/7442031624076329216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/7442031624076329216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/04/personal-diary-of-wimpy-kid.html' title='Personal Diary &lt;s&gt;of a wimpy kid&lt;/s&gt;'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-8592067773485909822</id><published>2010-04-08T17:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T17:18:58.614+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Mustafa turns 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img687.imageshack.us/img687/1685/71964487.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-8592067773485909822?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/8592067773485909822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/04/mustafa-turns-18.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/8592067773485909822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/8592067773485909822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/04/mustafa-turns-18.html' title='Mustafa turns 18'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-3086004490235360747</id><published>2010-04-08T12:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T00:05:02.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahpek kat blog orang</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/56/ahpekkatblogorang.png"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ahpek kat blog orang?&lt;/i&gt; Shish! I've been hanging out this girl too much. Ok, it was only for two days and she is not a very good influence. No, I'm not talking about smoking and other stereotypical bad stuff. I get influenced by people easily. From the way they talk to the way the carry themselves and that is a trait I do not like at all. That makes me, not me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out with her although it seemed wrong, opened my eyes to a whole lot of things and she got me thinking about things I never think about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entering an abandoned house of 2 months at night was very scary. The power was cut so no lights could be switched on. The house was a mess. Chairs all over the place, beds, upside down. Every single thing in the house was unclaimed. I got reminded of the night walk but this time if something did pop up, I know for sure &lt;u&gt;it&lt;/u&gt; is it. How can such a disaster bring joy to someone? Only one conclusion can be drawn. She was not connected personally although they were a "family". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;But who am I to judge?&lt;/b&gt; I'm sorry, if you do happen to read this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-3086004490235360747?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/3086004490235360747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/04/ahpek-kat-blog-orang.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/3086004490235360747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/3086004490235360747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/04/ahpek-kat-blog-orang.html' title='Ahpek kat blog orang'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-6801987715927910213</id><published>2010-04-05T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T23:08:37.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New desktop</title><content type='html'>My official first time using the new desktop since it was set up yesterday. My previous desktop actually miraculously came to life during the last few days before it was replaced. A little too late I guess. It was an awesome bitch before it finally decided it does not want to open for usage until recently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I bought my laptop in time before it became a diva and finally went into coma. How it lagged, like really slowly making a simple task that can take up the most 30 mins to 3 hours. How annoying. Well, we've been together forever so I shall reminisce all the good times we had together. Like how you, umm, hold on. I cannot remember a thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My memory is seriously bad. That and my attention span. Hopefully I can overcome my problems before it overcomes me. Till I blog again, hopefully with the new desktop again and again. Ahh, miss using you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-6801987715927910213?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/6801987715927910213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-desktop.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/6801987715927910213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/6801987715927910213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-desktop.html' title='New desktop'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-7076281105121398477</id><published>2010-04-03T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T12:27:12.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do with hair?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img535.imageshack.us/img535/940/jakobweichman.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Keep&lt;/u&gt; it long like Jakob Wiechmann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;OR&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img542.imageshack.us/img542/6853/georgebarnett.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cut&lt;/u&gt; it short like George Barnett?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-7076281105121398477?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/7076281105121398477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-to-do-with-hair.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/7076281105121398477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/7076281105121398477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-to-do-with-hair.html' title='What to do with hair?'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-3309233285317895776</id><published>2010-03-28T22:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T23:09:47.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17-year-old Miley Cyrus</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2nu4sw5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;@ THE ACADEMY AWARDS 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised long ago that I will eventually like something or someone (in most cases) that I used to hate, and right now it is happening with Miley Cyrus. Don't you think she's pretty?!? She still ruins most songs she sings and every time she sings my throat will still hurt (as though I am the one shouting) but that's what make Miley, Miley. Omg I sound like a person &lt;u&gt;mad&lt;/u&gt;ly in love. Well at least she is prettier and better than &lt;i&gt;*coughs* *thifah* *coughs* *taylor* *coughs* *swift* *coughs*&lt;/i&gt;. Oh and if you were wondering what happened? well, let's just say she blew me away at the oscars this year.. *melts*..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-3309233285317895776?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/3309233285317895776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/03/17-year-old-miley-cyrus.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/3309233285317895776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/3309233285317895776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/03/17-year-old-miley-cyrus.html' title='17-year-old Miley Cyrus'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/2nu4sw5_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-2360417171835698326</id><published>2010-03-27T00:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T00:44:10.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fb thread: demi and joe are boyfren girlfren fo real</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img208.imageshack.us/img208/8771/joelovesdemithreadcompl.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;READ ALL ABOUT &lt;a href="http://www.celebrity-mania.com/news/view/00012229.html"&gt;IT&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-2360417171835698326?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/2360417171835698326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/03/fb-thread-demi-and-joe-are-boyfren.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/2360417171835698326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/2360417171835698326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/03/fb-thread-demi-and-joe-are-boyfren.html' title='Fb thread: &lt;br&gt;demi and joe are boyfren girlfren fo real'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-8182724312562072433</id><published>2010-03-25T17:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T17:09:36.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're so hot, you're burning</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;SHIT!&lt;/i&gt; The house smells of burnt satay now all thanks to my carelessness. We're lucky the house did not burn down. Oh great, how am I gonna explain to my mom later.. Aww, Sheila so sweet. She just told me say "us" instead of "I"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-8182724312562072433?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/8182724312562072433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/03/youre-so-hot-youre-burning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/8182724312562072433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/8182724312562072433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/03/youre-so-hot-youre-burning.html' title='You&apos;re so hot, you&apos;re burning'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-316917718718175978</id><published>2010-03-24T16:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T16:53:46.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unibrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img87.imageshack.us/img87/4973/unibrowfierce.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coco Rocha makes &lt;u&gt;unibrow&lt;/u&gt; &lt;b&gt;hot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;John Galliano Ready-to-Wear Fall 2010 &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-316917718718175978?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/316917718718175978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/03/unibrow-fierce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/316917718718175978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/316917718718175978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/03/unibrow-fierce.html' title='Unibrow'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-7941210654675200100</id><published>2010-03-23T00:43:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T16:47:57.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do You Want From Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="215"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/tOqRimwwwe4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/tOqRimwwwe4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="215"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Im afraid&lt;br /&gt;There might have been a time I would give myself away&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time I didnt give a damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just dont give up Im workin it out&lt;br /&gt;Please dont give in I wont let you down&lt;br /&gt;It messed me up, need a second to breathe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-7941210654675200100?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/7941210654675200100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-do-you-want-from-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/7941210654675200100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/7941210654675200100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-do-you-want-from-me.html' title='What Do You Want From Me'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-6662431954629890233</id><published>2010-03-22T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T23:48:08.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homemaker much?</title><content type='html'>I finally feel useful around the house! It's been a long time since I've felt that way. These days I'm really lazy. I would just lounge on the sofa, watch tv and then fall into sleep while my mom work hard to clean up our mess. Tsked! Holidays have begun and it is &lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt; boring. Earlier today I did the tasks my mom asked me to do. I set up our new machine, put the laundry in the dryer and switched the computer table with the huge standard working desk in our room. My my. Dusts were flying everywhere. My face itched, my nose itched lucky my eyes didn't. I had a long history of irritated, red, sore eyes that would swell up and close. Omg I think I might end up cleaning up the entire house I tell ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-6662431954629890233?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/6662431954629890233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/03/furniture-arrangement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/6662431954629890233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/6662431954629890233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/03/furniture-arrangement.html' title='Homemaker much?'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-4516451021398113931</id><published>2010-03-20T18:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T18:16:30.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ATD presents: The Masterpieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img510.imageshack.us/img510/1434/thecoverforthebigthing.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3675591&amp;id=737971725#!/album.php?aid=161637&amp;id=737971725"&gt;Click Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-4516451021398113931?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/4516451021398113931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/03/atd-presents-masterpieces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/4516451021398113931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/4516451021398113931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/03/atd-presents-masterpieces.html' title='ATD presents: The Masterpieces'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/03/hot-acrylic-mess.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/3666406998404034926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/3666406998404034926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/03/hot-acrylic-mess.html' title='&lt;s&gt;Hot&lt;/s&gt; Acrylic Mess'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-8875702064735490459</id><published>2010-03-13T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T00:17:52.656+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><title type='text'>Pillows from IT fair</title><content type='html'>I never thought I would get excited shopping for pillows! It was so fun hugging and squeezing each pillow. I picked the one that reminded me of Legend Hotel. &lt;i&gt;Ahh..so comfy.&lt;/i&gt; Oh, and the best part was we actually went to the IT fair, but instead of returning with boxes of electronic goods, we were lugging cumbersome pillows and bolsters of 9 and 4! Madness! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I hate IT fair. Worse than pasar lambak in Pontian or bazaar bulan Ramadan in Jurong. Worse, I was wearing slippers so I had a lot of people stepping on my flip-flops. Lucky I didn't fall or yank my foot that may tear the slipper apart. Quite new some more you know from duty-free zone in Langkawi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways talking about American Idol, if last season I thanked America for making the best decision to eliminate Danny Gokey, this season however I am very disappointed with their decision to send LILLY SCOTT home. I think she's really different and it would be cool to have someone like her winning this competition. Now that would be a change. America, y? Aiyoh. Even if you do not enjoy the kind of songs she performs at least put Katelyn Epperly through..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-8875702064735490459?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/8875702064735490459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/03/pillows-from-it-fair.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/8875702064735490459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/8875702064735490459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/03/pillows-from-it-fair.html' title='Pillows from IT fair'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-6273596485423736568</id><published>2010-03-12T00:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T01:36:29.921+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><title type='text'>Rhiannon</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="215"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RdH77FZanAs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RdH77FZanAs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="215"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been replaying this over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And wouldn't you love to love her?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-6273596485423736568?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/6273596485423736568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/03/rhiannon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/6273596485423736568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/6273596485423736568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/03/rhiannon.html' title='Rhiannon'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-188114862207555650</id><published>2010-03-11T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T00:01:45.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been releasing those silent farts lately, you know those kinds that do not make any sound but stink to the max?? Yup, I give those these days. And y the hell did I just tell you that. Now you know who to blame uh. *Slaps* *Forehead* Anyways, why oh why does abstraction not come easily to me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-188114862207555650?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/188114862207555650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/03/ive-been-releasing-those-silent-farts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/188114862207555650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/188114862207555650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/03/ive-been-releasing-those-silent-farts.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-3187628526511500516</id><published>2010-03-09T22:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T22:12:07.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My TP friends</title><content type='html'>Nathalia asked me earlier, &lt;i&gt;do I see my friends in TP as friends or classmates&lt;/i&gt;? I answered, &lt;i&gt;I don't know&lt;/i&gt; probably because I wasn't thinking hard enough. I was sketching and guys being guys I don't multitask really well unlike you girls. So after giving it much thought, I've come to the conclusion that I see you guys as my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WARNING, the following sentences are quite sappy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys have been there for me through tough times, motivating me and helping me when I was lost. We've had our laughs and we had our downs. Some of us went through the same thing and so we could relate to each other. Therefore you guys are more than just classmates to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-3187628526511500516?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/3187628526511500516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-tp-friends.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/3187628526511500516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/3187628526511500516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-tp-friends.html' title='My TP friends'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-8750216515321443283</id><published>2010-03-06T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T23:33:40.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ceiling light robot</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img715.imageshack.us/img715/6082/robotg.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yt's right. It does look like a robot. Shall try watercolouring it (:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-8750216515321443283?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/8750216515321443283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/03/ceiling-light-robot.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/8750216515321443283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/8750216515321443283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/03/ceiling-light-robot.html' title='ceiling light robot'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-8323543816676233019</id><published>2010-03-04T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T22:53:37.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>semi-bob</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I had a G.I hair in secondary school, which means I had a semi-bob"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-random guy in the lift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kekek only. He made me laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-8323543816676233019?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/8323543816676233019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/03/semi-bob.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/8323543816676233019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/8323543816676233019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/03/semi-bob.html' title='semi-bob'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-2237907716659470589</id><published>2010-03-03T22:58:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T23:03:54.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got a bucketful of paints, not</title><content type='html'>Seeing Mastura's box of paints made me so happy. It felt like being in Popular or Art Friend. Seeing all those art supplies always makes me happy. &lt;i&gt;I want this, oh and that. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-2237907716659470589?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/2237907716659470589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-got-bucketful-of-paints-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/2237907716659470589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/2237907716659470589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-got-bucketful-of-paints-not.html' title='I got a bucketful of paints, not'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-1675971747459029497</id><published>2010-03-02T11:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T11:08:38.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so sick of painting. Literally. I feel like puking. I realised this morning that it is the poster paint. The smell of it makes me feel like puking. gahh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-1675971747459029497?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/1675971747459029497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-am-so-sick-of-painting.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/1675971747459029497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/1675971747459029497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-am-so-sick-of-painting.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-2260490753734717068</id><published>2010-02-28T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T02:21:25.881+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Mission Birthday Surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Initial Mission:&lt;/b&gt; Shuh planned to bring Sharina out on 27 February 2010 and later bring her to Nabins for dinner where we will be there to surprise her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;New Mission:&lt;/b&gt; To surprise Shuh and Sharina instead with only Ahmad.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We told Sharina that we were going to surprise Shuh and of coz Shuh the mastermind did not know that Sharina knew we were going to be there but what Sharina tot was that we were there to have a surprise celebration for Shuh when we should be there to surprise Sharina. Confused? Read over, slowly. Bottom-line: we wanted to celebrate both Shuh and Sharina belated birthdays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Shuhailah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;27-Feb-2010 7:00pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;LOLLL.RCHG BUGISSS!!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickly left the place upon receiving the sms and after having a quick quarrel over where to hide we decided with the bus stop. Waited and waited, hearts were beating fast, an anxious Ahmad kept calling asking when are they reaching, should he switch the camera on now? Oh yes, we decided to capture the epic expressions on tape (: how cud we not see it?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Shuhailah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;27-Feb-2010 7:04pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;WALKING LIAOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We looked and we looked and we finally spotted them. Then to our surprise they continued walking, passing Nabins and towards the bus stop where we were hiding. Ran behind the board with sweating armpits from the adrenaline. They continued walking. We were sure they spotted us by then. Then, they walked past the board and in that moment I heard "go go" and my body took over. We ran like we were chased by dogs in the opposite direction and hid behind a black car. W.T.H. They went by the place and they went past us at the bus stop. Wah, I did not know how blind my friends are. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Shuhailah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;27-Feb-2010 7:04pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;BLUE TOP.FINDIN FOR THE PLACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheh. We tot they know the place. Anxious Ahmad anxiously kept me on the phone. Then, incoming call from Shuhailah.. asking for directions. I led them to the place, safely eluding us from getting caught. They entered. We hesitated entering afraid they haven't got their reservation sorted. I had Ahmad on the phone with me. Made the bold move to enter. Walked suspiciously to Nabins, running behind pillars. Finally, our cue - Sharina's voice from the phone - came. Immediately ran to the place. By then people confirm think we're lunatic fools. Went up and sang bdae song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mission Birthday Surprise successfully accomplished.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time at Nabins. Love the chillax ambience. Immediately felt like snoozing with all the pillows and air-con. Good food and great music. Totally macam clubbing. It makes you wanna get up and start belly dancing. Didn't shisha. I'm too chicken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. kept the wrapped gifts in topshop and armani xchange bags. lols. padahal padahal..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-2260490753734717068?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/2260490753734717068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/02/mission-birthday-surprise.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/2260490753734717068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/2260490753734717068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/02/mission-birthday-surprise.html' title='Mission Birthday Surprise'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-6710941344388596216</id><published>2010-02-26T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T20:04:19.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nou se mond la</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="215"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/Glny4jSciVI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/Glny4jSciVI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="215"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad kekek only you know. He sings the Wyclef's part as "ha ha a a a ha haiti." LOL! As in mcm sneezing! "ha ha a a a ha haiti." Kekek only. Anyways the song is awesome! I thought Wyclef spoiled the song initially but i grew to love it! Nou se mond la a a a a a!!! Pink, Mary J, Celine, Usher, Jamie Fox and Nicole TOTALLY ROCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-6710941344388596216?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/6710941344388596216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/02/nou-se-mond-la.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/6710941344388596216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/6710941344388596216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/02/nou-se-mond-la.html' title='Nou se mond la'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-7204996739789962310</id><published>2010-02-25T20:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T17:21:46.529+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>And so she turns 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 34px;"&gt;happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 25px;"&gt;EIGHTEENTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 25px; color:#EC297B;"&gt;SHARINA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Psst! &lt;span style="background:#EC297B;"&gt;Highlight&lt;/span&gt; the empty space in between ;)&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/20815105-7204996739789962310?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/7204996739789962310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-so-she-turns-18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/7204996739789962310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/7204996739789962310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-so-she-turns-18.html' title='And so she turns 18'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-4545341027847897296</id><published>2010-02-21T01:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T16:27:32.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Langkawi Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img64.imageshack.us/img64/8374/missinglangkawi.png"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the guided trip to Langkawi and KL so much I am actually sick the day after I returned. The fever is gone but i am now left with the painful throat. Swallowing anything including my saliva hurts. I blame it on me missing the extended weekend i had of course because really on that last day, we were returning back to reality which was what I so badly do not want. All i wanted was to holiday in Malaysia &lt;b&gt;forever&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I realised from my trip? I long for Malay companionship. As in fully surrounded by Malays, which was what I had in that 5 days. I really miss everything about the trip from the people in the guided tour to waiting for the bus to walking under the hot sun, everything. However my falling sick was most likely caused by, erratic sleep, bad food (I consumed lots and lots of sugar, i had Starbucks for 2 alternate days and I had western most of the time) and my parents who are sick too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be back with more detailed updates of the trip so stay tune.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-4545341027847897296?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/4545341027847897296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/02/langkawi-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/4545341027847897296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/4545341027847897296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/02/langkawi-sick.html' title='Langkawi Sick'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-7898914306238132484</id><published>2010-02-20T22:48:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T23:08:20.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uniqely Maliki</title><content type='html'>Wah.. my ustazah actually remember my name. I'm so touched. Haha. Only &lt;b&gt;two&lt;/b&gt; people call me Maliki. The first is Mr Kamarudin, my P.E teacher in primary school and the second person is my ustazah. Wah. Maliki suddenly feels so unique. Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-7898914306238132484?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/7898914306238132484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/02/wah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/7898914306238132484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/7898914306238132484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/02/wah.html' title='Uniqely Maliki'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-1237117494688953624</id><published>2010-02-10T05:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T14:02:53.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dragged ibu to follow me observe people in the MRT just now. In the end, I did not even use any of the things i observed just now. I realised that Ang Mohs are quite boring to observe in transport and shall compare my senior citizens with us instead. Hmmpff. Better.. No need to stress stress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-1237117494688953624?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/1237117494688953624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-dragged-ibu-to-follow-me-observe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/1237117494688953624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/1237117494688953624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-dragged-ibu-to-follow-me-observe.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-8575602390591807742</id><published>2010-02-07T00:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T00:51:46.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Langkawi here i come, soon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img691.imageshack.us/img691/931/iamgoinglangkawi.png"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;on a guided tour with my family and my aunts i think. Initially I thought my mom wanted to vacation alone with my dad and Sheila but instead she brought the entire family along. She has been pestering me to think of possible candidate to tag along for the trip from my cousin to my friend to Irma's boyfriend (haha i suggested that but of course my mom did not quite approve) because there are still seats available. I am looking forward to the trip though. Cannot wait but first I have to finish this final assignment for Jai. Speaking of whom, I actually refer to Design History and Culture as Jai. Haha. I think maybe because it's shorter and also I am not really sure whether the subject is called Design History and Culture. Haha. Oh well, Jai is nicer anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-8575602390591807742?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/8575602390591807742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/02/langkawi-here-i-come-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/8575602390591807742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/8575602390591807742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/02/langkawi-here-i-come-soon.html' title='Langkawi here i come, soon.'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-6799892039915762965</id><published>2010-02-06T00:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T02:31:06.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long time coming</title><content type='html'>Hohoho. Finally huh? I still cannot believe people actually still check out afrotimesdot.blogspot.com for any updates. Aww, i'm so touched you hardcore readers. Sorry to keep you guys disappointed. Anyways, i was deciding whether to use livejournal and after some issues (what happened to the old Lj? How come there's ads now that you can't remove?) I have decided that I will stick with Blogger. Yey! So i shall update things in the future here as often as I will. Haha. As in whenever I am not lazy. Which is quite rare. Hee. Okok anyways, I am thinking of not using cbox anymore so if you guys have any comments just leave a comment on any post alright. Okays..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-6799892039915762965?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/6799892039915762965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-been-long-time-coming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/6799892039915762965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/6799892039915762965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-been-long-time-coming.html' title='It&apos;s been a long time coming'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-8788982905378212653</id><published>2009-10-25T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T02:31:17.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha. I have a lot of gas in me today (: Have been farting since 7pm. I miss the holidays! I was dreading school but not so much now. Probably because it is the weekends. We shall wait and see when 2mrw comes. I'm absolutely positively certain that i'll dread school again 2mrw. Actually 2mrw has officially begun since it is 2.20am. Taking time off to blog has actually woken me up. I was getting sleepy from studying fonts. Why hello there outside world. I'm getting sleepy again. Thought i have found an alternative source of caffeine but nah. Blogging only works for a minute or two. I think i might switch off the computer and sleep after this. Oh great. The journal exercise is only a mere 5%. No, 5% is still 5%. That is a lot and it essentially plays a part in the overall grade you will get for this Typography module. I'm considering not publishing this post. No wait i just thought of accidentally clicking the &lt;i&gt;publish post&lt;/i&gt; button.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-8788982905378212653?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/8788982905378212653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/10/haha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/8788982905378212653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/8788982905378212653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/10/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-8720362016093215124</id><published>2009-10-18T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T13:20:55.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>night class</title><content type='html'>No.... The one thing i hope never to happen has indeed happened. My last class for this block ends at 9pm! Everyday, for a month. Alamak.. How? TP is very scary at night you know. Haish.. Haha. I should be thinking about how i'm going to cope with reaching home at 11pm(?) and doing the assignments. Well i'll just have to make it work. Haha. My favourite words of motivation since i've joined design school are &lt;u&gt;make it work&lt;/u&gt; originally from Tim Gunn. It used to be &lt;u&gt;it's never to late&lt;/u&gt; during the O's but now it's all about surviving and making things work with that short time you have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways my last class is Creative Writing. Haish. I know i put that as my first choice but i was hoping i'll get my second choice which was Accounting. I kinda miss my POA days you know but don't expect me to do well in Accounting. I totally forgot what i studied for POA lor. LOLS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-8720362016093215124?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/8720362016093215124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/10/night-class.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/8720362016093215124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/8720362016093215124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/10/night-class.html' title='night class'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-31440608030911520</id><published>2009-10-17T13:45:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T13:58:53.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chutti's Club</title><content type='html'>Happy Deepavali! LOLS. Anyways i was watching this indian show on Vasantham yesterday. It's called Chutti's Club. Haha. OMG the name also very cute already. Chutti. Haha. A show for kids i think because the hosts were kids, a boy and a girl. I just wanna say that i enjoyed watching the female host talk. HAHA. Although i do not understand tamil i think she is very good :) I actually wanted to call in lah. LOL. Yes there was a number on the screen for us to call and chat with the hosts. haha. I wonder what will happen if i do call.. I'll speak in english or malay and they speak in tamil. LOLS. Disaster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-31440608030911520?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/31440608030911520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/10/something-club.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/31440608030911520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/31440608030911520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/10/something-club.html' title='Chutti&apos;s Club'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-7782802953154725458</id><published>2009-10-15T12:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T13:35:10.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thinned out</title><content type='html'>What's new? My hair. Yup i cut it and it's really short. So short Mastura would never approve. Lols. The hair cut is terrible so don't expect to see me with a great hair cut like last time. I completely forgot to tell the person to not use the thinner scissors because when my curls grow it'll be extremely frizzy. &lt;i&gt;Yicks!&lt;/i&gt; I think as soon as it grows out i shall cut it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-7782802953154725458?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/7782802953154725458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/10/thinned-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/7782802953154725458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/7782802953154725458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/10/thinned-out.html' title='thinned out'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-157389228443926084</id><published>2009-10-14T08:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T08:52:28.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who wants $15 worth of used Archie comics?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/7643/eyebrowsk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-right: 5px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday was Sheila's first trip to bras basah complex supposedly to get $15 worth of (used) archie comics, a birthday gift i promised a long time ago. In the end she decided she didn't want any so now i have to crack my brain and think of what to get her. Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then decided to relax at Macdonalds in the building next to it while waiting for ibu to finish work. I was craving for Mcflurry so i purchased 2 one for sheila and one for me and that was the first time a Mcflurry was worth my $2. It was DA BOMB! LOLS. Usually Mcflurry tastes like milk shake something i don't exactly like but yesterday the Mcflurry actually tasted like ice-cream! So nice. Even Sheila agreed! &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/1962/sheilaatbrasbasah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 5px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a crazy time laughing. I would laugh whenever i tried to drink thanks to Sheila. It tickled my stomach when she looked at me. No idea why. It got a bit irritating though because there i was trying to hydrate myself and couldn't just because Sheila looked at me. Aiyoh. &lt;i&gt;Aperlah nak jadi.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent my money entirely on food. haha. Wanted to get a water bottle but i kinda forgot. School's starting soon. Timetable is going to be out soon? I hope i don't have any classes that end at 9pm. TP is very scary at night btw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-157389228443926084?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/157389228443926084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/10/yesterday-was-sheilas-first-trip-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/157389228443926084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/157389228443926084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/10/yesterday-was-sheilas-first-trip-to.html' title='Who wants $15 worth of used Archie comics?'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-5568974375116557356</id><published>2009-10-12T20:01:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T11:41:03.580+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazing race'/><title type='text'>Monkey do Zev follow</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img205.imageshack.us/img205/9650/zavandjustin2.jpg" &gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.......... why......... did Zev and Justin have such bad luck! You should have seen me cheering for them to get 1st place. Like a mad person only, jumping and screaming and rolling all over the carpet. As if they can see or hear me. I was so disappointed and sad when they found out that Zev's passport was lost. Alamak. Y so sad one? Never mind i shall move on and go support my other two favourites Herbert and Nathaniel otherwise known as Flight Time and The Big Easy &amp;amp; Maria and Tiffany po po po poker face. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i shall go try the new blogger now. I'm gonna be such a noob.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-5568974375116557356?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/5568974375116557356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/10/no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/5568974375116557356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/5568974375116557356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/10/no.html' title='Monkey do Zev follow'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-2165817885908909675</id><published>2009-10-08T07:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T08:22:25.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night's results show was full of gasps. When i picture myself gasping after each bottom 4 finalists was revealed it's kinda hilarious! Even though i do not like Farhan i was kinda sad that he was voted out. Probably because i do not think that he should be eliminated this early on in the competition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i was head over heels in love with Hady's white punjabi suit last night. Also the jacket that Faizal wore during the results show was &lt;i&gt;OMG!&lt;/i&gt;. I would love to wear those two items, the punjabi and the jacket. I think that the wardrobe of the competition has improved a lot. A lot of great clothes was shown this week. I just hope that they do not return to how they used to style the contestants in the previous weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching a lot of Style by Jury and i have come to dislike dentists. The things they do to achieve that perfect smile is terrifying. Every episode in a second or two they will show the contestant having their teeth done and it looks like the dentists actually erode each tooth into smaller thinner ones with large gaps in between them and then placing *the perfect tooth* (which looks squishy btw) over the original one. Scary huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-2165817885908909675?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/2165817885908909675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-nights-results-show-was-full-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/2165817885908909675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/2165817885908909675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-nights-results-show-was-full-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-5058234839415209864</id><published>2009-09-28T20:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T09:15:09.445+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazing race'/><title type='text'>Amazing ducks</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img245.imageshack.us/img245/553/amazingducks.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the first episode of Amazing Race just now and i have to say those ducks were so DAMN CUTE!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-5058234839415209864?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/5058234839415209864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/09/watched-first-episode-of-amazing-race.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/5058234839415209864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/5058234839415209864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/09/watched-first-episode-of-amazing-race.html' title='Amazing ducks'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-1194820960810058346</id><published>2009-09-22T12:24:00.145+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T01:39:01.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rasalah ketupat ini, dengan rendangnya sekali</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/7766/p1030065r.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, Selamat hari raya kepada semua kawan-kawan saya. Minta maaf jika ada tersilap kata ataupun tersilap laku. Salam aidifitri! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aites, done. Finally get to post after so long. Been really busy with the trips to NUH and preparation for raya. Alhamdulillah all the things needed to be done were done before our first guest arrived who expectantly was Wak Zah. Each of the rooms except mine had a mini makeover. Rearranged the furnitures at the last minute. Desktop wasn't connected properly i guess so currently using sis's lappy to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of raya was okey. As usual jalan raya with the the mother's side of the family till the early morning. Honestly, i didn't feel the raya vibe. At the second house already i felt like going home. However it got better. Talked with the cousins. Didn't camwhore much. Too tired from the day before i guess. Oh yea, i was yawning all the way at Baalwi in the morning. Even took a nap. Haha. Too much right i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day was the first ever outing with the father's side of the family and sadly the cam batt was flat. So no pictures wit this side of the family. Thought it was going to be awkward but actually it wasn't. Well it wasn't that awkward lah. I wasn't uncomfortable or wadever. So yea. I think that if we're to hang out more often, this side of the family is really not any different from the mother's side. So yea. I hope we'll spend more time together in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;One, two, three, BROWWWNIESS!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img182.imageshack.us/img182/4369/p1020889.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first ketupat this year. Sadly it's the only one. After that i couldn't make any more ketupat. So weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img508.imageshack.us/img508/6619/p1020923.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posing that step cute smile with Sheila who pulled it off okey while i look like a psycho serial killer on the loose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img185.imageshack.us/img185/3913/p1020929.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teh new tv :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img225.imageshack.us/img225/3532/p1020940.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First duit raya from Wak Zah. WEE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img219.imageshack.us/img219/1737/p1020942u.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img230.imageshack.us/img230/8504/p1020943.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm let's see.. there's a lot of lauk including sambal sotong, ayam kurma, rendang, sambal goreng and serondeng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img230.imageshack.us/img230/7390/p1020965.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "seek forgiveness" session at Nyai's room. As usual i was a big cry baby. Started crying when nyai started crying. That's Sheila and me seeking forgiveness with one another except that we spoke nothing. We just cried. The only word that came out of my mouth was Sheila. See we understand each other. Telepathic. Haha. How un-glam of us to use toilet roll. LOLS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img504.imageshack.us/img504/936/p1020973.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Shoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img19.imageshack.us/img19/9310/p1020976f.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Balmain Jacket.&lt;/s&gt; My white baju kurung with shoulder pads!! What a great fake-out to give me broad sholders :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img2.imageshack.us/img2/4582/p1020981e.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward scissorshand with the two sisters. LOLS.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i'm gonna stop here. Y dun you look at the time. So exhausted. I dun even noe if the pictures are going to turn up. Blogging with this lappy is weird. I want my comp back. More pictures soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-1194820960810058346?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/1194820960810058346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/09/slamat-aidilfitri-kepada-semua-yag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/1194820960810058346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/1194820960810058346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/09/slamat-aidilfitri-kepada-semua-yag.html' title='Rasalah ketupat ini, dengan rendangnya sekali'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-4758670882038955602</id><published>2009-09-11T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T12:57:04.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>khatam</title><content type='html'>Alhamdulillah. Finally after 8 or 9 years i have khatam/tamat/habis/finished the al-quran. I know it's a very long time but i made it. The finale was perfect. Everything fell into place. I finished the al-quran on the &lt;b&gt;last day&lt;/b&gt; of ngaji before syawal. So no more &lt;i&gt;I'm at ngaji now. I'll finish after 1&lt;/i&gt;. I'm quite lost and scared because idk where to go from here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss Cik Yah, my guru ngaji thank you so much for waiting, although you didn't actually wait. The makciks who accompanied me from 11 - 12 ++ pm. Hearing you guys talk was really annoying coz it'll be my turn and when 1 talked the convo will continue for 1/2 hr or so which resulted in me getting to go home late. However they are so fun to be around with. I think you all shud be surrounded by all ur makciks. The gossips i tell you, very informative. You get to know who hates who and know ur cousins way better. Ok that wasn't part of my ngaji post. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my dad surprised me earlier today with a new Sony Ericsson W595. It wasn't love at first sight but after exploring the phone i must say my new phone is so pretty. The blue colour is so contemporary and teh software more sophisicated. Love. I was really touched with the gift because i got to know that my dad wanted to get me something and didn't noe what. It's the thought that counts but more so, my dad used his plan to buy the hp wich is more expensive just because he wanted to surprise me. wow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, anyways, the other day someone knocked on our door at around 8 + pm after buke. We were waiting for isyak at that time. When i looked at the peep hole i saw a man. My dad asked me to open the door which i did (becoz my dad did the talking (:) and guess what? The man was selling KEROPOK! He looks irani. Maybe pakistani. Indian features with fair skin. So yea, my dad told us that the man was looking inside our house. Scary uh. Who knows maybe theres a pakcik keropok now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-4758670882038955602?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/4758670882038955602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/09/khatam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/4758670882038955602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/4758670882038955602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/09/khatam.html' title='khatam'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-3864769205444283744</id><published>2009-09-10T00:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T22:17:45.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like crying. I'm overwhelmed with all these emotions. I'm sad, scared, nervous, excited and happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-3864769205444283744?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/3864769205444283744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-feel-like-crying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/3864769205444283744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/3864769205444283744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-feel-like-crying.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-6907186694347175205</id><published>2009-09-06T23:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T00:05:19.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Y cube had a potong craving and a new tv</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img412.imageshack.us/img412/7975/y3coverpage.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/SqUpPMomvLI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Fta65v2C_DU/s1600-h/img038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img98.imageshack.us/img98/1695/y3coverstorythumb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378750671030238386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Yeo Yew Yong is featured in The Sunday Times Lifestyle Sunday 6 Sep 2009! For those who don't know him Mr Yeo Yew Yong or commonly known as Mr Y-cube among us is the head of P.E. department in hkss. He's the best pe teacher letting us do whatever we want during his lesson. The cover story he's featured in is about the immigrants who landed on our shores since the 1960s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Interesting facts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- he's an immigrant.&lt;br /&gt;- born in Riau, Indonesia to a Chinese father and an Indo - Chinese mother.&lt;br /&gt;- is just 50.&lt;br /&gt;- has twin daughters and a son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember there was this relief teacher who looked exactly like him and we all thought he was his son but cheh Mr Y - cube's son is only 13! So yea, you may click on the 2nd pic to enlarge the article and all photos are property of The Sunday Times Lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the new tv arrived today! There was a problem with our old set - the images are distorted so you can't really see the shows clearly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i had potong ice-cream for dessert just now! Ya Allah y so sedap one? Was at Sheng Sheong and looking through the ice-creams. Jahanam i tell you. Dun noe y the sudden potong ice-cream craving. I dun even like them last time. Took the assorted box with Red Bean (Mr Bean's red bean pancake), Yam (taro turnover from BK) and Pulut Hitam (pulut hitam from banquet). I was salivating just reading the flavours! tsk3. Ape nk jadi. Ate red bean just now. Gonna try the pulut hitam 2mrw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, the potong ice-cream is slightly different now. Last time i remember they use fat satay sticks ryt? Now it's the ice-cream sticks we see today ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-6907186694347175205?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/6907186694347175205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/09/y-cube-had-potong-craving-and-new-tv.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/6907186694347175205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/6907186694347175205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/09/y-cube-had-potong-craving-and-new-tv.html' title='Y cube had a potong craving and a new tv'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-2431590484697767254</id><published>2009-09-04T15:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T15:48:33.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oink / Salam ramadhan dari Cina / Spotlight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:70%;"&gt;tuning in to i'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance With You by Black Kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was such a pig yesterday. Wanna know what i had for buke? I had delifrance smoke salmon sandwich which is enough to fill one's tummy. Then i continued with yong tau foo ley. 9 items. Pig right? Feel so ashamed of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched this documentary - Salam Ramadhan dari Cina (China) - on Suria where they showed Muslims in China and how they spend ramadhan. Wow. I didn't know you can find Muslims in China and lemme tell you, their iman is stronger than any of us. They believed that nothing else matter except worshipping Allah and usually after azan they just eat a bit a slice of watermelon maybe and immediately pray magrib. Wah, i feel so malu ley. Unlike them i'm such a pig stuffing myself with food immediately after azan and worrying too much about how others will perceive me. So greedy. tsk3. Too much aledi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways went to spotlight and wah was i happy to be there. Initially i thought i'd be bored to death looking at curtains but this time i ventured the place a little and heaven i tell you especially for people who like to do crafts like knitting or home decorations which is kinda like 3D artfund a module i had in which i made the 1 meter straw hat remember? Anyways i got really happy and thought maybe i could get my hands dirty and decorate the house. We'll see lah. If im not lazy and have money :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-2431590484697767254?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/2431590484697767254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/09/oink-salam-ramadhan-dari-cina-spotlight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/2431590484697767254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/2431590484697767254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/09/oink-salam-ramadhan-dari-cina-spotlight.html' title='oink / Salam ramadhan dari Cina / Spotlight'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-6846760129124641155</id><published>2009-09-03T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T22:36:44.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>microvilli</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:70%;"&gt;listening to None the wiser by The Script.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New blogskin equates to motivation to blog? Hopefully that will be the case. I mean my life is not very exciting and if i do blog, it'll be about random silly things which no one really cares about. Unless that person (you, yes you) is bored and well interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogskin inspiration comes from various things.&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img35.imageshack.us/img35/7448/michaelkorsbackstagespr.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:90%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;http://www.zimbio.com/pictures/K3ycA67trwa/Michael+Kors+Backstage+Spring+09+MBFW/kAOUm0x9ueG&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glam shades is inspired by Michael Kors aviator, connoisseur moustache by me (boy i seriously need a shave) and labeling by best fren, Sipei! Check out her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updated the links. If i still havn't linked you up please do alert me ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-6846760129124641155?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/6846760129124641155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/09/microvilli.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/6846760129124641155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/6846760129124641155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/09/microvilli.html' title='microvilli'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-3242593317118502733</id><published>2009-08-17T23:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T00:05:22.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img15.imageshack.us/img15/6213/jessicacarolinacocodraw.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodled on my mdrasah textbook again, this time on Ahklak and no the lesson wasn't boring ok. I was paying attention while doodling.. I know it's wrong that's y i scanned it so that i can erase it! Lucky i did it in pencil. The girl kinda looks like jessica caroline and coco all mixed together. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-3242593317118502733?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/3242593317118502733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/08/doodled-on-my-mdrasah-textbook-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/3242593317118502733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/3242593317118502733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/08/doodled-on-my-mdrasah-textbook-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-7134097816104986390</id><published>2009-08-11T20:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T20:48:49.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Masturah and me had a laughing fit in class earlier today which lasted forever. Both of us were in tears! LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-7134097816104986390?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/7134097816104986390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/08/masturah-and-me-had-laughing-feat-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/7134097816104986390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/7134097816104986390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/08/masturah-and-me-had-laughing-feat-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-5777137927484104115</id><published>2009-08-03T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T00:11:54.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iman's alter ego, Maliki</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img43.imageshack.us/img43/8581/colev.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img36.imageshack.us/img36/546/teman.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img35.imageshack.us/img35/2351/agym.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My curls fell and formed cute little circles on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to just scream at her "STOP THINING OUT MY HAIR! I LOVE VOLUME!"&lt;br /&gt;I almost cried. In fact my eyes were welling up.&lt;br /&gt;Now i know why those girls in antm cry when their hair kena chopped off.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe i don't.&lt;br /&gt;I was just freaking out. I wasn't ready for a new look. &lt;br /&gt;I was afraid it wud be sec sch all over again. &lt;br /&gt;How i tried my best to achieve straight hair but fail most the time. &lt;br /&gt;And i was right. But it isn't as bad.&lt;br /&gt;In fact it's quite nice. &amp; I kinda like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways do check out &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=toV84pYmI0g"&gt;The End Where I Begin by The Script&lt;/a&gt; ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-5777137927484104115?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/5777137927484104115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/08/imans-alter-ego-maliki.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/5777137927484104115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/5777137927484104115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/08/imans-alter-ego-maliki.html' title='Iman&apos;s alter ego, Maliki'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-38265445575590299</id><published>2009-08-01T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T00:04:49.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>farewell locks</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;My last few moments with my hair..&lt;br /&gt;&amp; all i can say is &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket but I’ve got to get a move on with my life..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, it's just hair it'll grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;advance warning&lt;/b&gt; : don't be surprised to see me coming in to class looking like Ben and more malay on monday ;)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-38265445575590299?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/38265445575590299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/08/farewell-locks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/38265445575590299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/38265445575590299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/08/farewell-locks.html' title='farewell locks'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-4442239926396580160</id><published>2009-07-29T17:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T17:11:24.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the surfer</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img181.imageshack.us/img181/7015/400mmcconaughey070919kw.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.O i didn't realise i was sporting "The Surfer" look. Or am i not?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-4442239926396580160?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/4442239926396580160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/07/surfer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/4442239926396580160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/4442239926396580160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/07/surfer.html' title='the surfer'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-4494182840528868214</id><published>2009-07-25T19:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T19:09:04.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I should probably stop, bathe, switch on the radio and stop twirling my hair.&lt;br /&gt;Saw Mustafa Danial just now. Made me so happy.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-4494182840528868214?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/4494182840528868214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-should-probably-stop-bathe-switch-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/4494182840528868214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/4494182840528868214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-should-probably-stop-bathe-switch-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-7629503716628109247</id><published>2009-07-24T19:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T20:27:02.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>incomplete over-the-topsized (1 m) straw hat</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://img521.imageshack.us/img521/7741/taktidojuga.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img18.imageshack.us/img18/5666/taktido.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tea bag for the eye bags.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-7629503716628109247?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/7629503716628109247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/07/tea-bag-for-eye-bags.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/7629503716628109247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/7629503716628109247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/07/tea-bag-for-eye-bags.html' title='incomplete over&lt;s&gt;-the-top&lt;/s&gt;sized (1 m) straw hat'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-5375795792050119080</id><published>2009-07-22T20:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T20:28:36.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hippie chic cheap umbrella</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="border:3px solid white;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img520.imageshack.us/img520/4922/undermyhippieumbrella.jpg"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining, i was lost, couldn't find the thing i was looking for and i bought a $1.90 umbrella. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-5375795792050119080?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/5375795792050119080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/07/hippie-chic-cheap-umbrella.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/5375795792050119080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/5375795792050119080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/07/hippie-chic-cheap-umbrella.html' title='hippie &lt;s&gt;chic&lt;/s&gt; cheap umbrella'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-7547811825970359880</id><published>2009-06-21T18:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T17:07:15.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nyai (my grandmother) just got back from her 2 week stay at kampong yesterday. So we told her about my mini accident and she told us that she had a dream about me. She dreamt of me running around at a field (football field) and all of a sudden i fainted which was wad kinda happened. haha. yea. She had the dream 3 or more days ago which should be maybe a Wednesday, the day after i fell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-7547811825970359880?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/7547811825970359880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/06/nyai-my-grandmother-just-got-back-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/7547811825970359880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/7547811825970359880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/06/nyai-my-grandmother-just-got-back-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-5687322422708268567</id><published>2009-06-18T12:17:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T18:34:33.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Head rush or Headrush</title><content type='html'>I know it has been days since i had my fall. It was a Tuesday 16 June 2009 at around 11am in the morning when i crashed and hit my head on something, no one knows what, in my room. A minor head injury i had to go for stitches at a clinic. However the doctor refused to stitch me up and sent me to the A &amp;amp; E at any hospital instead. I know, A &amp;amp; E, not that serious wad? Right. Well, the reason why i got sent to the hospital was because of what caused me to fall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever heard of a head rush? or headrush? Because the nurses and doctors don't seem to know what a head rush or headrush is. They assume it's fainting but it's not because fainting means losing consciousness and i didn't lose consciousness. Ok, maybe partly. I'm not even sure if what i suffered is called a head rush or headrush or whether the term even existed. Got the term of a Meg Cabot book. No idea if she came up with her own terms. Let me explain what i think if it is even called a headrush or head rush is. It is when you are lying down and then you immediately stand up and then your head will hurt and your legs will turn to jelly and you are somehow pulled to the ground as though gravity suddenly becomes stronger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course i had it before, during the fasting month. But they were never that serious until recently. My fall was actually the 3rd one this week. The first one was on a Friday after Friday prayers. I was lying down on the sofa watching tv and i immediately stood up to see what my father had cooked in the kitchen. Upon reaching the kitchen entrance the headrush or head rush came. I had to close my eyes because my head hurt and i was aware that i was spinning on the spot, slowly. I began touching the wall for support but i was going down. I did manage to control myself from crashing. I heard my father calling my name rather loudly and worriedly. My little sister came and i managed to graciously sit on the kitchen floor with my legs in front of me when the headrush or head rush finally came to an end. 'Wow' i thought. Now that one definitely lasted longer than usual. Later during the day Sheila told me that my face was so red when i had the headrush or head rush. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from that i now conclude that a headrush or head rush is when the blood rushes into your head. The second one was in the same morning as the 3rd one. I was sleeping on the bed at my parents' room and immediately stood up and made my way to my room to return back to the mattress on the floor. And then it came but i managed to crash onto the mattress. It lasted like on the 1st day, quite long. And then i continued sleeping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now comes the 3rd one. I was awake but still lying on the mattress. I stood up immediately to switch off the air-con manually (because we lost the remote control). After successfully switching it off, it came. It was pretty nasty. Because my two sisters were on the bed which i was facing, i saw them looking at me and they were calling my name. By this time i was still suffering from the headrush or head rush and was holding my head with both my hands. As i finally sat on the floor i moved my left hand over my head when suddenly a finger when down into a hole in my head. I brought the bloody finger to my eyes and freaked out. The headrush or head rush finally ended. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours later i asked my sister why they were looking at me. Did i scream? She said she heard an extremely loud thud that caused them both to wake up and when she saw me, i was swaying from left to right. So you see no one knows what i hit, not even me because i didn't even know that i hit something. I didn't even hear the loud thud that they heard. So yeah. Went to NUH for checkup. I'm currently under observation by my family because the doctor couldn't find anything wrong with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor had to shave a patch of hair because my hair is too long in order to stitch the skin back together. So now i'm left with a botak patch, a scar on my head. So sad but no choice. I was so worried the other day about the botak patch because my dad already saw it and he said it's the size of my thumb, an inch. Quite thick uh. Oh yeah the wound was very deep. The doctor at the clinic said she could see the bone. Now that is deep. Anyways, i was touching it just now and to my surprise i was touching a shaved patch of hair, a stubble. Kinda like a velcro strap. Which means my hair will grow back? Ryt? Well i really hope so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently i look damn ugly with the bandage all around my head. Haha. The nurses at the clinic said i look like rambo while my sister said it looks like a coconut tree with a bunch of my sexy curls on top of my head. Gahh.. I shall put on a bandana if i were to go out. No, i'm not going to embarrass myself by putting an ugly picture of me here. Uh uh, no way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT*&lt;br /&gt;OMG! I typed head rush at &lt;a href="http://ask.reference.com/web?q=head%20rush&amp;amp;l=dir&amp;amp;qsrc=2891&amp;amp;o=10616"&gt;Ask.com&lt;/a&gt; and then under related searches for head rush i clicked on &lt;a href="http://www.ask.com/web?q=Head+Rush+When+I+Stand+up&amp;amp;qsrc=6&amp;amp;o=10616&amp;amp;l=dir"&gt;Head rush when i stand up&lt;/a&gt; and then i clicked on the &lt;a href="http://medical-dictionary.thefreedictionary.com/Head+rush"&gt;2nd link&lt;/a&gt;. Oh gosh. It's called &lt;b&gt;Orthostatic Hypotension&lt;/b&gt; or colloquially head rush. Now according to Wiki patients who are prone to orthostatic hypotension are the elderly, postpartum mothers, those who have been on bedrest and teenagers because of their large amounts of growth in a short period of time &lt;u&gt;and&lt;/u&gt; people suffering from anorexia nervosa and bulimia nervosa. Oh gosh. No i hope in my case it's the large amount of growth in a short period of time. Yes. Oh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-5687322422708268567?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/5687322422708268567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/06/head-rush-or-headrush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/5687322422708268567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/5687322422708268567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/06/head-rush-or-headrush.html' title='Head rush or Headrush'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-6301712066798397461</id><published>2009-06-09T20:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T21:32:45.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why hello there people. School has been awesome recently, really, if not then it's definitely better than the first month of school. Today is our last day of school and the beginning of our break! YEY! SCREAM!! haha. So anyways i'm gonna post a bunch of photos to show u guys how crazy school has been in the past few days if u had not already checked my facebook tagged photos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img14.imageshack.us/img14/9797/classrep.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class rep, Deon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img40.imageshack.us/img40/7218/imweno.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imwen = Iman &amp; Gwen. She says i look like a drug addict here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img37.imageshack.us/img37/1258/appleinmyhand.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me holding an apple and eating it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img37.imageshack.us/img37/7784/jessiez.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jessie!&lt;/i&gt; she turned and her shot was taken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img14.imageshack.us/img14/1405/memememex.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey! that's me. i didn't realise my hair is that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img40.imageshack.us/img40/3918/lookatthose2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you look at those two at the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/5162/groupshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww.. how can we ever leave out the group shot. Classic man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img37.imageshack.us/img37/2741/adshotforcanon.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was supposed to be a sort of an ad for something, canon i think but this was way candid i tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/4490/woooooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooooooo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img37.imageshack.us/img37/3180/ghostofminghui.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img40.imageshack.us/img40/6842/attackofthecurls.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attack of the &lt;i&gt;sexy&lt;/i&gt; curls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos (not including the one of my class rep) taken by us with Nathalia's amazing Fish eye camera! These are the original images. Not editted at all. Credits to Nathalia for some of the captions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-6301712066798397461?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/6301712066798397461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-hello-there-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/6301712066798397461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/6301712066798397461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-hello-there-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-3013310799447518658</id><published>2009-05-14T22:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T22:36:56.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is the best decision that America has ever made? Eliminating Danny Gokey of coz! OMG! YES! I'm so happy can!?! I can actually watch the finale lah sey! I promised myself not to watch the finale if Danny Gokey was one of the final two coz then both my eyes and ears would be sore. America actually agreed with me and fulfilled my wishes for the top 2 to be Kris and Adam. I think Kris will win. I love the both of them but i just have this feeling that Kris will win. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-3013310799447518658?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/3013310799447518658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-is-best-decision-that-america-has.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/3013310799447518658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/3013310799447518658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-is-best-decision-that-america-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-4786366797221135582</id><published>2009-05-10T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:40:04.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tommy hilfiger</title><content type='html'>Oh lucky me. Ibu found a Tommy Hilfiger deodorant on the floor covered in dust. Happy Mother's day Ibu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-4786366797221135582?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/4786366797221135582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/05/tommy-hilfiger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/4786366797221135582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/4786366797221135582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/05/tommy-hilfiger.html' title='tommy hilfiger'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-4212715199760012092</id><published>2009-04-30T21:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T09:47:07.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want my life back!</title><content type='html'>It has been &lt;i&gt;WTH!&lt;/I&gt; 2 weeks since school began! Boy has time traveled fast. School has been &lt;b&gt;awesomely&lt;/b&gt; exhausting, stressful, boring, intimidating, dreading etc2.. You get what i mean. I have yet to join any CCA. Yes. Will join something soon though. Preferably with lots of Malay people? If not then DSC (?) will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently i'm doing Com Di and Drawing Essentials or in layman's terms English and Sec 2 ART! gosh. I'm engulfed with people who &lt;u&gt;can&lt;/u&gt; draw and that's very demoralising in a way and very intimidating. However i'm starting to get relaxed instead of stressed whenever i go for CY's lessons. You all know Y anot? Coz this week, we're doing line drawing or drawing with PEN! Gosh, you ppl shud try it! IT's WAY better than pencil! I like! HAHA. really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, i've been drinking chamomile tea since school began to calm myself down. SO stressful uh poly life?? Anyways now i dread going for Com Di. Bina is quite fierce uh? HAHA! Essays after essays, presentations after presentations and, wait for it, assignments after assignments.. haish.. I so can't wait for the break! HAHA! I want my life back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-4212715199760012092?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/4212715199760012092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-want-my-life-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/4212715199760012092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/4212715199760012092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-want-my-life-back.html' title='I want my life back!'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-639968254741332234</id><published>2009-04-18T21:49:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T12:59:54.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am half korean</title><content type='html'>HELLO PEOPLE! Hello..good night. Hello..good night. haha. i got back from camp yesterday and lemme tell you, it was &lt;u&gt;worth&lt;/u&gt; the 4day 2night. I feel different and look different too. HAHA. I'm more, err confident now? Like i'm not afraid to do this and that and get all nervous whenever i'm aware that a large crowd is observing me. I came into the camp with yellow skin or golden (as some of u might put it) and i came back with brown &lt;s&gt;sun-burnt&lt;/s&gt; tanned skin. Aiyoh. Brought sunblock oso never use. so dumb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, camp, yea, well we had our own groups and guess what? Everyone from my group (except 1) is from the WEST! Kewl or wad? So basically in the entire sea of freshies in design school the 20 of us r from the west. Smart of the programmers to be placing us in 1 group. I love REYGA (my group) can. Sexy.. HAHA. Every freshie was friendly so u can go to the person beside u and make bitchy comments and of coz introduce urself. &lt;i&gt;Hi! (waves frantically) i'm Iman. What's urs? E-mun. Not E meik. Yes2 Iman.&lt;/i&gt; Yea, I ended up introducing myself as Iman. Luckily i havn't met another Iman yet.. &lt;i&gt;Oh &amp; i'm half korean&lt;/i&gt;. HAHA. People actually think that i'm eurasian ley. Some asked me, &lt;i&gt; R u pure singaporean?&lt;/i&gt;. So i played along lah.&lt;i&gt; No, i'm half korean half african-american!&lt;/i&gt; LOLS! damn funny i tell you..hai.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't provide u with all the details of the camp coz then, this post will be too damn long loh. I bet u people will give up reading one.. What i can tell u is, i had fun. It was a great way to welcome the freshmen. Oh2 yea, i also found out that people in VSC will have no life one coz we'll be so busy we won't even have time to sleep. &amp; it being the course with the largest number of people, means more competition.. brr.. i'm so scared aledi liao..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and btw Irma bought 2 of the 3(?) books from the Twilight trilogy and Ibu bought for me RAW HONEY! SCREAM!! from kampong. I hope it's really raw lah.. good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-639968254741332234?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/639968254741332234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-half-korean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/639968254741332234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/639968254741332234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-half-korean.html' title='I am half korean'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-3436859564848608302</id><published>2009-03-29T15:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T15:33:20.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doodle</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img8.imageshack.us/img8/2122/doodle1h.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/704/doodle2.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img441.imageshack.us/img441/3686/doodle3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While my ustaz was explaining to us about mad lazim and the history of the Khalifas i was somewhere else.. still in class but somewhere else.. thinking about.. well nothing.. absent-mindedly doodling on my book..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-3436859564848608302?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/3436859564848608302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/03/doodle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/3436859564848608302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/3436859564848608302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/03/doodle.html' title='doodle'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-6425246267447302571</id><published>2009-03-25T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T14:38:58.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol season 8</title><content type='html'>I seriously got the idol fever this season of American Idol. Every week i will sms Nasri while watching the show and complain. There's always something to complain about but mostly it's about Danny Gokey and how i &lt;b&gt;hate&lt;/b&gt; him. So now imma gonna list down my favourites and my not-so-favourites. We all know these people can sing so there's no point in saying i don't like this person course he/she can't sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img13.imageshack.us/img13/1880/mattgiraudg.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W2JuOHZve3k"&gt;Matt Giraud&lt;/a&gt;. I fell in love with his voice &lt;i&gt;and got the chills&lt;/i&gt; after hearing his rendition of &lt;i&gt;Georgia on my mind&lt;/i&gt;. Oh Matt, I see you as a blonde so i hope they'll dye your hair soon ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img12.imageshack.us/img12/830/scottmacintyre.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qxC_L-Qx78w"&gt;Scott MacIntyre&lt;/a&gt;. Initially I dun get what's so good about this guy but i finally understood after watching hes performance during top 36. He's voice is a mix of Melee and Queen. Melts. Oh and i love that hair colour on him! It looks so good with his skin tone! But of course you can't quite see it here in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img12.imageshack.us/img12/4130/meganjoycorkrey1.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img7.imageshack.us/img7/8384/meganjoycorkrey2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TpLLsMdFh4c"&gt;Megan Joy Corkrey&lt;/a&gt;! LOVE HER! My favourite female contestant this season! Those tattoos, the unique voice and that cute dancing. melts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img11.imageshack.us/img11/8783/adamlambert1.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img12.imageshack.us/img12/9022/adamlamberti.jpg"&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1t9sAmwChbc"&gt;Adam Lambert&lt;/a&gt;. I love his look. That jet black hair. I wanted to dye my hair the same colour too after looking at how good it looks on him. But hey, what looks good on someone doesn't necessarily mean it will look good on you. And can someone plz explain to me what's with the streaks of purplish/greenish blue after he joined the top 13? Oh oh and the fact that he is considered the best this season and the only person to kick that Gokey's ass makes me love him even more (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LOATHE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img8.imageshack.us/img8/4627/anoopdesai1.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img27.imageshack.us/img27/5247/anoopdesai2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qm4pf1Z2PKs"&gt;Anoop &lt;s&gt;Desai&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;Daug&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;Dog&lt;/s&gt; Thosai&lt;/a&gt;. Hmm..Meh. Don't get me wrong. I love him when i saw his audition but somehow somewhere the love got lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img8.imageshack.us/img8/8721/dannygokey.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t3zdDxFY26Y"&gt;Danny Gokey&lt;/a&gt;. He is probably the only person i have ever hated (apart for ahmad, used to) so much in my life! I have the same problem with him as i did with David Cook from last season and that is i don't get what's so good about this guy. But unlike him at least i could stand David Cook. Hey i even supported David Cook during the finals last year. But Danny Gokey? EEYERR! I just can't stand the sight of him. I cringed every time i do. Yes, that's how strong my aversion for him is. And isn't it obvious already that he is the judges favourite? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new rule. That the judges are able to save only one person at anytime throughout the entire competition. When Alexis Grace was eliminated i thought she deserved to be sent home but for the judges to tell her that they may want to save her and then not, my sympathy goes to her. I bet if Danny Gokey were to be sent home the judges will save him w/o qualm. Unjust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon Cowell. The manipulator. He is part of the reason Y i think this show is fake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-6425246267447302571?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/6425246267447302571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/03/american-idol-season-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/6425246267447302571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/6425246267447302571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/03/american-idol-season-8.html' title='American Idol season 8'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-4057653225376885740</id><published>2009-03-13T18:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T19:19:26.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do i make the cut?</title><content type='html'>Had my hair trimmed at Kelly Hair Concept earlier today &amp; i must admit i freaked out when i saw my new haircut. The cut is very different from the previous one. Initially i thought it was ugly but after looking at it a few more times and playing with it it's actually quite nice. I'm starting to fall in love with this new cut. Still need time to get used to it though.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person told me this cut will help my hair curl out properly. So a BIG YEY to that! Oh oh she also said that she can tell tat my curls r natural by looking at the curl pattern! Even if ppl permed their hair the pattern will never be the same as those with naturally curly hair. O.O. She added tat the curls found at the top of my head are &lt;b&gt;big curls&lt;/b&gt;! HAHA. I'm telling u i got combination hair. My curly do is so unique and cute :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-4057653225376885740?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/4057653225376885740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-i-make-cut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/4057653225376885740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/4057653225376885740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-i-make-cut.html' title='Do i make the cut?'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-8179830287501018424</id><published>2009-03-12T19:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T22:01:30.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iman returns</title><content type='html'>I had an AMAZING day at Hong Kah Secondary School earlier today!! It felt great to be back. I was SO excited lah sey. I waved and said HI to everyone i noe and to those special ones i gave em a hug. Who wud have thought i actually dreaded going back. Ok Ok, so i went back to collect my testi and cert &amp; who wud have tot the guard&lt;s&gt;s&lt;/s&gt; wud be so nice! HAHA. The one and only time i guess. He was really kind lah. The auntie behind the desk in-charged of giving out those things is so friendly too! HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward we decided to visit BAND! OMG! LOL! Finally passed those things to Adib. He's been asking me for them since 2 months ago? Had a lovely chat with him in the band room until Mr Han had to shush us. HAHA. &amp; of coz before that hugged all my juniors in the clarinet section! MISS EM SO MUCH! Then otw to the band rm bumped into HANG U &amp; ELAKEYA! ZOMG! haha. Hang U said i have changed and look different. Physically, duh. While Elakeya said i look more like Irma's big sister than Irma's lil bro. Sarcastic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH yea I realised that people always seem to notice my hair 1st uh. They c my hair &amp; they're like who's tat. They cn oni recognise me after looking at my face. Wahlao. So sad. tsk3. Just for the record i didn't do anything to my hair. No perm no treatment just style it with gel. Viola. Instant gorgeousness. Oh oh the makcik from the nasi stall blanja us oso! WOW! thanks a lot! Such a lovely day. Will visit band again soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-8179830287501018424?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/8179830287501018424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/03/iman-returns.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/8179830287501018424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/8179830287501018424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/03/iman-returns.html' title='iman returns'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-5262330219257141834</id><published>2009-02-25T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T13:48:25.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img24.imageshack.us/img24/8633/sharinais17.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's not too late to slot this in but Happy Birthday Sharina! Girl is 17 lah sey! Sorry i took so damn long to post this up. I just can't find the right picture where the both of us look nice lah. It's always either you look good and i dun or i look good and you dun. But since it's her bdae i shall let this pretty girl steal the pic (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-5262330219257141834?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/5262330219257141834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/02/pretty-lady.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/5262330219257141834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/5262330219257141834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/02/pretty-lady.html' title='Pretty Lady'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-6341059939553891277</id><published>2009-02-20T22:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T22:55:52.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img54.imageshack.us/img54/2677/ririatgramixn7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Rihanna! &lt;br /&gt;I'm not rili sure how old u r but i bet it's 21? &lt;br /&gt;LOL &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-6341059939553891277?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/6341059939553891277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-rihanna-im-not-rili-sure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/6341059939553891277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/6341059939553891277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-rihanna-im-not-rili-sure.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-8098559931172507487</id><published>2009-02-16T16:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T16:15:53.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aiyah i can't believe i spent $6.90 on an ice blend at coffee beans i didn't even need or want in the 1st place. The next thing i know i was waiting for my drink. HAHA. It's like my body has a mind of it's own..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-8098559931172507487?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/8098559931172507487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/02/aiyah-i-cant-believe-i-spent-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/8098559931172507487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/8098559931172507487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/02/aiyah-i-cant-believe-i-spent-6.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-4327556081147614436</id><published>2009-02-13T22:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T22:43:56.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Finally!! I quitted my tuition job! So HAPPY! bahahahaha!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-4327556081147614436?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/4327556081147614436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/02/finally-i-quitted-my-tuition-job-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/4327556081147614436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/4327556081147614436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/02/finally-i-quitted-my-tuition-job-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-6795451523076733923</id><published>2009-02-11T15:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T22:40:10.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100-qn quiz</title><content type='html'>001. Real name - Iman Maliki&lt;br /&gt;002. Nickname(s)- Pistachios! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;003. Star sign - taurus eh? &lt;br /&gt;004. Male or female - Male&lt;br /&gt;005. Elementary - LPS, BLPS or Pertapis?&lt;br /&gt;006. Middle School - HKSS or LPS, BLPS?&lt;br /&gt;007. High School - HKSS or TP?&lt;br /&gt;008. Hair color - Black but can appear white at times..&lt;br /&gt;009. Long or short - SHORT!&lt;br /&gt;010. Loud or Quiet - no idea&lt;br /&gt;011. Sweats or Jeans - Jeans&lt;br /&gt;012. Phone or Camera - both lah&lt;br /&gt;013. Health freak - sometimes&lt;br /&gt;014. Drink or Smoke? - neither&lt;br /&gt;015. Do you have a crush on someone? - not now&lt;br /&gt;016. Eat or Drink - wad?&lt;br /&gt;017. Piercings - none&lt;br /&gt;018. Tattoos - huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER?&lt;br /&gt;019. Been in an airplane- yea when i was young &lt;i&gt;i listen to the radio&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;020. Been in a relationship - once&lt;br /&gt;021. Been in a car accident - never&lt;br /&gt;022. Been in a fist fight - never, although i've seen em on tv but i think they're fake just for entertainment purposes mah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS:&lt;br /&gt;023. First piercing - zzz&lt;br /&gt;024. First best friend - Ahmad? AHAHAHAHAS! no2 wait. i think, ok idk. &lt;br /&gt;025. First award - err.. P3? or was it P4? can't rmb. Skali back in nursery..&lt;br /&gt;026. First crush - in pertapis, oh yea i rmb&lt;br /&gt;028. First vacation - wth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTS:&lt;br /&gt;029. Last person you talked to - my dad. HAHA he's in the rm with me lah.&lt;br /&gt;030. Last person you texted - Mustafa Danial&lt;br /&gt;031. Last person(s) you watched a movie with - Cai Yun&lt;br /&gt;032. Last food you ate - Bread with nutella&lt;br /&gt;033. Last movie you watched - Poisedon?&lt;br /&gt;034. Last song you listened to - Hello by Beyonce. Either that or Falling by Alicia Keys&lt;br /&gt;035. Last thing you bought - A packet of Green tea&lt;br /&gt;036. Last person you hugged - My mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVES:&lt;br /&gt;037. Food - Can't decide&lt;br /&gt;038. Drinks - Chendol from Mr bean&lt;br /&gt;039. Clothing - I dun have a fav item in my wardrobe lah&lt;br /&gt;040. Books - Anything from Sandra Brown except ricochet (too damn long the story)&lt;br /&gt;041. Musics - I dun have a favourite genre or song or artist &lt;br /&gt;042. Flower - Dun noe any, hi-biscuit?&lt;br /&gt;043. Colours - I can't decide&lt;br /&gt;044. Movies - err... i've always like Batman Returns.&lt;br /&gt;045. Positions - HAHA! Fav positions?!? How come i'm having dirty thoughts uh?&lt;br /&gt;046. Subjects - Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN 2008..... I&lt;br /&gt;047. [ ] Kissed in the snow&lt;br /&gt;048. [ ] celebrated Halloween&lt;br /&gt;049. [ ] had your heart broken&lt;br /&gt;050. [ ] went over the minutes on your cell phone&lt;br /&gt;051. [ ] someone questioned your sexual orientation&lt;br /&gt;052. [ ] came out of the closet&lt;br /&gt;053. [ ] gotten pregnant&lt;br /&gt;054. [ ] had an abortion&lt;br /&gt;055. [x] done something you've regretted&lt;br /&gt;056. [x] broke a promise&lt;br /&gt;057. [x] hid a secret&lt;br /&gt;058. [ ] pretended to be happy&lt;br /&gt;059. [x] met someone who changed your life&lt;br /&gt;060. [ ] pretended to be sick&lt;br /&gt;061. [x] left the country&lt;br /&gt;062. [ ] tried something you normally wouldn't try and liked it&lt;br /&gt;063. [ ] cried over the silliest thing&lt;br /&gt;064. [x] ran a mile&lt;br /&gt;065. [x]went to the beach with your best friend(s)&lt;br /&gt;066. [x] stay single the whole year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY:&lt;br /&gt;067. Eating - soon.. so hungry.. Wahlao still at no 67!&lt;br /&gt;068. Drinking - air jarang&lt;br /&gt;069. I'm about to - finish this quiz! aiyah 69 oni! wth&lt;br /&gt;070. Listening to - My dad's conv with Sheila&lt;br /&gt;071. Plans for today - watch tv? &lt;br /&gt;072. Waiting for - Avatar to start at 7.30!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE:&lt;br /&gt;073. Want kids? - hmm..&lt;br /&gt;074. Want to get married? - hmm..&lt;br /&gt;075. Careers in mind - &lt;s&gt;Male model (cannot make it)&lt;/s&gt; work for a fashion magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER WITH GIRL/BOY?&lt;br /&gt;076. Lips or eyes - wait2 i dun understand the qn!!&lt;br /&gt;077. Shorter or taller? - i find shorter girls cute (:&lt;br /&gt;078. Romantic or spontaneous - none&lt;br /&gt;079. Nice stomach or nice arms - Stomach? Arms wud be weird but actually not bad oso uh cn carry her own shopping bags!&lt;br /&gt;080. Sensitive or loud - sensitive&lt;br /&gt;081. Hook-up or relationship - wad?&lt;br /&gt;082. Trouble-maker or hesitant - huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;083. Lost glasses/contacts - dun wear either&lt;br /&gt;084. Ran away from home - nope&lt;br /&gt;085. Hold a gun/knife for self defense - haha&lt;br /&gt;086. Killed somebody - oni allah knows! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;087. Broken someone's heart - yea&lt;br /&gt;088. Been arrested - nope&lt;br /&gt;089. Cried when someone died - yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;090. Yourself - not really&lt;br /&gt;091. Miracles - yes!&lt;br /&gt;092. Love at first sight - no idea&lt;br /&gt;093. Heaven - definitely&lt;br /&gt;094. Santa Claus - haha&lt;br /&gt;095. Sex on the first date - maybe we shud take it slow..&lt;br /&gt;096. Kiss on the first date - Masyaallah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;097. Is there one person you want to be with right now? - nope&lt;br /&gt;098. Are you seriously happy with where you are in life? - no idea lah&lt;br /&gt;099. Do you believe in God - Allah yes&lt;br /&gt;100. This is the 100th and last - Last qn? i guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nid to go grab myself a plate of rice with chicken..Ravenous! haha. did i spell that correctly?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-6795451523076733923?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/6795451523076733923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/02/100-qn-quiz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/6795451523076733923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/6795451523076733923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/02/100-qn-quiz.html' title='100-qn quiz'/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815105.post-3652983615273250202</id><published>2009-02-10T14:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T14:59:14.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm about to post a bunch of random things so here it goes.. Firstly, Shikin will be in the school of design at TP with me! Haha awrite &amp; so is Leslie. I'm gonna quit my tuition job very soon. I'm gonna call her &amp; lie that i'm starting school soon. Wad's the point of teaching when u dun want tuition in the 1st place. Furthermore i haven't got my pay since i started. Not that i'm shameless but if u know that u're hiring someone to tutor ur grandchildren shudn't u set aside money? Anyways i heard that she drives a car. Enough of that, let's continue. I lost my &lt;u&gt;results slip&lt;/u&gt; and my &lt;u&gt;JAE booklet&lt;/u&gt;! How? Can they reprint a new 1 for u? Aiyoh.. I think i'm gonna trim my hair soon but on second tot maybe not. In need of a real job. Oh &amp; i love Ego by Beyonce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20815105-3652983615273250202?l=afrotimesdot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/feeds/3652983615273250202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-about-to-post-bunch-of-random-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/3652983615273250202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20815105/posts/default/3652983615273250202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afrotimesdot.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-about-to-post-bunch-of-random-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Iman Maliki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644693883529582820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWBsz-nSpoo/S7GixWi6f9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7byvCGhOcFU/s1600-R/utkprofileblogger.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
