<?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-5022530244428120611</id><updated>2011-07-08T16:57:12.909+08:00</updated><category term='Zombie days'/><category term='never ever even your frens.'/><category term='its all about us'/><category term='Just get it off my chest.'/><category term='sinful mouth.'/><category term='with a bit of attitude'/><category term='Loveable ppl revolves around me'/><category term='Boring..'/><category term='remember me for this poem.'/><category term='Tora is such a hottie.'/><category term='Happy B&apos;dae Mummy.'/><category term='ur smile makes me happy'/><category term='orlando bloom'/><category term='Push urself to the limit.'/><category term='Happy New Year'/><category term='her story n doings'/><title type='text'>lady-vee</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>204</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-3216792997486990984</id><published>2009-07-25T12:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T12:35:22.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waktu terasa semakin berlalu&lt;br /&gt;Tinggalkan cerita tentang kita&lt;br /&gt;Akan tiada lagi kini tawamu&lt;br /&gt;Tuk hapuskan semua sepi di hati&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ada cerita tentang aku dan dia&lt;br /&gt;Dan kita bersama saat dulu kala&lt;br /&gt;Ada cerita tentang masa yang indah&lt;br /&gt;Saat kita berduka, saat kita tertawa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teringat di saat kita tertawa bersama&lt;br /&gt;Ceritakan semua tentang kita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My love for you is too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's just not possible to be taken away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hunger for your love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not anyone else's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Too much to bear now.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-3216792997486990984?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/3216792997486990984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=3216792997486990984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/3216792997486990984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/3216792997486990984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2009/07/waktu-terasa-semakin-berlalu-tinggalkan.html' title=''/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-6250286850021408072</id><published>2009-07-01T09:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T09:35:24.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm really losing grip of you.&lt;br /&gt;But you ain't doing nothing about it.&lt;br /&gt;What are you trying to do, dear?&lt;br /&gt;I feel like you are showing signs&lt;br /&gt;that you'd want to play some games.&lt;br /&gt;Well, if its games that you want,&lt;br /&gt;Then a game you will get, boy.&lt;br /&gt;But two players aren't enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-6250286850021408072?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/6250286850021408072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=6250286850021408072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/6250286850021408072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/6250286850021408072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2009/07/lan.html' title='Lan.'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-3596121030425195993</id><published>2009-05-18T23:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T23:22:35.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Cinta ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Psst. Here my whispers here. It's for you baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby, I'm in love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I can't deny.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'm just not sure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What you said was all lie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I refuse to trust&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This story about us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My love is not for sale.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was hoping for a fairytale.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;All I'm asking you is : Will you make this a dream come true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-3596121030425195993?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/3596121030425195993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=3596121030425195993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/3596121030425195993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/3596121030425195993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-cinta.html' title='For Cinta ♥'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-1326334037745809254</id><published>2009-03-11T01:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T01:33:09.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedhead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SbajqnjxY4I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/9yDJI-b6Trs/s1600-h/IMG000168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SbajqnjxY4I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/9yDJI-b6Trs/s320/IMG000168.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311612763098932098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SbajXX1gQ5I/AAAAAAAAAZk/3DWY4jKksbQ/s1600-h/IMG000170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SbajXX1gQ5I/AAAAAAAAAZk/3DWY4jKksbQ/s320/IMG000170.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311612432460825490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SbajXJlQPkI/AAAAAAAAAZc/Q-GiHlghAcw/s1600-h/IMG000172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SbajXJlQPkI/AAAAAAAAAZc/Q-GiHlghAcw/s320/IMG000172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311612428634570306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B.E.D.H.E.A.D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; Sometimes you only see a girl, but doesn't see the ring on her finger.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-1326334037745809254?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/1326334037745809254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=1326334037745809254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/1326334037745809254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/1326334037745809254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2009/03/bedhead.html' title='Bedhead.'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SbajqnjxY4I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/9yDJI-b6Trs/s72-c/IMG000168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-1906987051843681877</id><published>2009-03-03T13:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T15:45:23.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye bye Baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/Sazf8yK0zNI/AAAAAAAAAXk/bXzCfbunQ50/s1600-h/Image004-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308864296115293394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/Sazf8yK0zNI/AAAAAAAAAXk/bXzCfbunQ50/s320/Image004-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Segoe Print;"&gt;Saye sudah sakit dan penat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Segoe Print;"&gt;Saye tidak mahu fikir kan kamu lagi, okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Segoe Print;"&gt;Saye tahu tidak senang, tapi saye tidak peduli lagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Segoe Print;"&gt;Saye kini ucapkan bye bye kepade kamu syg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Segoe Print;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Segoe Print;"&gt;Hehehehe! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-1906987051843681877?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/1906987051843681877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=1906987051843681877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/1906987051843681877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/1906987051843681877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2009/03/saye-sudah-sakit-dan-penat.html' title='Bye bye Baby.'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/Sazf8yK0zNI/AAAAAAAAAXk/bXzCfbunQ50/s72-c/Image004-1-1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-3295033027517932954</id><published>2009-03-02T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T23:56:31.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The One. Still you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I close my eyes and I see you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I woke up thinking of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even when I had my shower, I had you in mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What does all this mean; the signs?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I go to bed, when I'm doing my work,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when I'm on the phone or when I'm all alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every seconds, every minute, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;every hour and every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I lost control over it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feelings I can't break free away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Recently, many things reminds me of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From actions to words. From words to songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's becoming less of me and more of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still I couldn't help to not find you in the wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-3295033027517932954?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/3295033027517932954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=3295033027517932954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/3295033027517932954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/3295033027517932954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-still-you.html' title='The One. Still you.'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-5150955114795555251</id><published>2009-03-02T17:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T23:59:15.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not over you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/R3hBFiQMlO/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/R3hBFiQMlO/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to workin' it out?&lt;br /&gt;We've fall into this place&lt;br /&gt;Where you ain't backin' down&lt;br /&gt;And I ain't backin' down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, I know sometimes&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna rain......&lt;br /&gt;But baby, can we make up now&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I can't sleep through the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, I don't wanna go&lt;br /&gt;to bed Mad at you,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want you to&lt;br /&gt;go to bed Mad at me.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-5150955114795555251?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/5150955114795555251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=5150955114795555251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/5150955114795555251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/5150955114795555251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2009/03/not-over-you.html' title='Not over you.'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-298535290951297709</id><published>2009-02-27T16:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T16:37:36.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead and Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am feeling rather empty and lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish I had the power to have it all paused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look back and think what went wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the future told me to move on, be strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If only I could change your views about me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To start all over again, or maybe not having 'We'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I'd wish we were forever strangers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I wished you had nvr put my love on the hanger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I wished I had nvr got myself in the game,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if I knew that it would hurt me so much, being in your frame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby, its been so long and I feel stupid to still have you in mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tried to be strong and make believe that I've left you behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know why but I just can't find myself to be with another&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's different, baby. Can you not see it, that I have no any other?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess I wasn't that strong to pull it off after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just hope I could get up and stand after this fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just so you know baby, I don't mean to play any games&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and if to you, I was, then I must say that I've long quit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Yours Truly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Inspired by JT and TI, dead and gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Originated on February 19, 2009)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-298535290951297709?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/298535290951297709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=298535290951297709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/298535290951297709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/298535290951297709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-feeling-rather-empty-and-lost.html' title='Dead and Gone'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-6663546413237153375</id><published>2008-09-28T11:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T14:35:11.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bye bye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;200 post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She's going back downtown.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She'll be back soon aniways.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For now, you folks take care.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Astaluego.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-6663546413237153375?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/6663546413237153375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=6663546413237153375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/6663546413237153375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/6663546413237153375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/09/bye-bye.html' title='bye bye'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-4174711592687938687</id><published>2008-09-26T02:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T08:25:05.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the ending chapters of My Philosophy.</title><content type='html'>Hey ho. Its been pretty lame around here, I guess. So I've made up my mind. Post strikes 200, and I'm outta here. I promise. Its been cool hanging around here with new ppl, several dramas and all nice, warm tags. I just might get a new blog. So hang on and check out the new page. If there is, that is. I love my years when I'm here. A reason for me to still go online - to check out new stories, new scenarios and any new updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen bitch-fighting, talented souls, care-free ones and all sorts. But hey, that's just part of the life's wheel. Sometimes we're up and hell, sometimes we're down. So, to all dear bloggers, I appreciate your existence and willing to make my circle of friends just a bit wider. I love you all. For now, just wait for my tag in your page. Who knows it might just popped up on one of these days. Till here, hastala vista. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-4174711592687938687?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/4174711592687938687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=4174711592687938687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/4174711592687938687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/4174711592687938687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-coming.html' title='the ending chapters of My Philosophy.'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-2964537585002256805</id><published>2008-09-23T00:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T00:39:12.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chaos, chaos! Art is killing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cannot carry anymore. huahua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been staying at Marsiling this few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haah..seizing the every &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;moment of being at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wanna know what I did &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;most of the time in Bedok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heahahah. Playing with March-ie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SNfGioGVOxI/AAAAAAAAAKM/znP4SXQN4Ts/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248882188905429778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SNfGioGVOxI/AAAAAAAAAKM/znP4SXQN4Ts/s320/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SNfGi0KFADI/AAAAAAAAAKU/WzLZdCNtBTI/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248882192142368818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SNfGi0KFADI/AAAAAAAAAKU/WzLZdCNtBTI/s320/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SNfGi0l9NJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/17zjDfkrHr0/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248882192259298450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SNfGi0l9NJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/17zjDfkrHr0/s320/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See March tangkap jambu below. Hahah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SNfGi48ZvEI/AAAAAAAAAKk/1CnhqxNX1NI/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248882193427184706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SNfGi48ZvEI/AAAAAAAAAKk/1CnhqxNX1NI/s320/Image010.jpg" width="306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SNfGjEEubmI/AAAAAAAAAKs/u_wd-OEXEA4/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248882196414885474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SNfGjEEubmI/AAAAAAAAAKs/u_wd-OEXEA4/s320/Image009.jpg" width="308" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;March sure is a one smart cat. He'll sleep under the blanket when he's feeling cold and he'll only fall into deep sleep if the air-con is on. Ngade-ngade kaan?! Hahah. Sometimes, he'll even go to Sis Marlia room and sleep under her well-made bed and in the center too. Feeling King la konon. Hahah. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-2964537585002256805?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/2964537585002256805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=2964537585002256805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/2964537585002256805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/2964537585002256805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/09/chaos-chaos-art-is-killing-me.html' title=''/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SNfGioGVOxI/AAAAAAAAAKM/znP4SXQN4Ts/s72-c/Image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-8036193518644015945</id><published>2008-09-19T21:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T03:01:16.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>big rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SNOq6n0OdGI/AAAAAAAAAKE/V4bNvKNjG0k/s1600-h/nanee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247725914913928290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SNOq6n0OdGI/AAAAAAAAAKE/V4bNvKNjG0k/s320/nanee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Is it just me or is my blog starts &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to become even more lame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Omgawd, I didn't realise how &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lame it has started to become.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh look, I've just typed a new version &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of my first sentence. HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aniway, I'm just glad that prelims are over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The only huge rock that I am suppose to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;get rid of is my Art coursework. *damn it*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I skipped school today and as a result, I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have to go back school tomorrow morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm committed to finish up my work by tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, I have to and will finish it by tmrw. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By hook or by crook. Er, is it rite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I spend my day today at Sis Ina's place - mostly &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for the laptop as my comp got &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;infected by the sick sick virus &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and cannot be switched on. Shucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay now, I really got to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll come back tmrw. Heheheheee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bye lovelies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-8036193518644015945?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/8036193518644015945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=8036193518644015945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/8036193518644015945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/8036193518644015945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/09/is-it-just-me-or-is-my-blog-starts-to.html' title='big rock'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SNOq6n0OdGI/AAAAAAAAAKE/V4bNvKNjG0k/s72-c/nanee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-9086259862009797348</id><published>2008-09-15T17:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T18:10:59.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>little brat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SM4zZZZNzGI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/oZonwAhXHC4/s1600-h/nanee4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246187127339600994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SM4zZZZNzGI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/oZonwAhXHC4/s320/nanee4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Life has been a little bitch to me. Hahah. Everything, just everything upsets me. Even those little thing. I can get angry easily too, but only at home. What's wrong? Who knew. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last Friday, was suppose to meet up with the girls. However, Saleha was not able to come as she's busy with work. I thought we're going to break fast at CWP or something, but this Azura wanted to buy her baju raye. So we headed to geylang. I wanted to ask Aishah along, but after I thought about it, geylang is so far away from her home and it would be troublesome for her to bring along her little brother or sister. So I dropped the thought of asking her. Sorry Aishah if I didn't ask you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Geylang was okay la. Its not that packed compared to the other years whereby you know, you can't even take big steps when walking in the blady small space, and most of the time, you have to walk outside of the bazaar, and also the hot hot heat. Eeeyer, so irritating kaan?! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We surveyed the baju's there. They are all so gorgeous but most of the shop sells baju kebaya - the ones with the similar pattern. Despite that, there are still some new fashion design and I have been eye-ing on some of 'em. Hehee. and oh, got a lot of those mat reps there also. So beware. HAHA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today's maths and physics paper is not okay. Well, it is if I could finish it. I really suck in Maths and Science. At least I'm doing better for humans compared to the previous exams. Heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow is my Art exam and I really have to complete my coursework. If not, at least do something first so that I can relax later on during the exam in the hall. Heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alrite, here comes the bitch part. Now I shall get ready to fly to Bedok................again. At first, I thought its nice to have a long ride everyday from Woodlands to Bedok and back again. Later on, I realised that "Damn, all this riding sucks big time, especially when you really need time. Sheesh." Ahah, bitch isn't it. Now I'm just getting sick and tired of it. Sometimes,  I'd miss home, so much. Titi feels the same way too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sigh. Okay here goes. Sayonara.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS: Eu to com saudade di voce, proffesora Stephanie. we broke the record of not laughing when we meet - for like 5783219873298389 days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-9086259862009797348?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/9086259862009797348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=9086259862009797348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/9086259862009797348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/9086259862009797348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-has-been-little-bitch-to-me.html' title='little brat.'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SM4zZZZNzGI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/oZonwAhXHC4/s72-c/nanee4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-3958316691800425402</id><published>2008-09-08T18:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T18:04:28.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SMUE3r6PY_I/AAAAAAAAAJs/wp4f8Su_Kag/s1600-h/nanee3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243602695869129714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SMUE3r6PY_I/AAAAAAAAAJs/wp4f8Su_Kag/s320/nanee3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Thursday, if I was not mistaken, I had my breakfast with Saleha and bf, Yat. Wait, boy-friend okay. Hehehh. After breakfast I bus-ed back to Bedok. Friday I went to school, did my art. Sleepover at Kak Ina's house. Actually Aishah was supposed to have a sleepover at my house but did not as we waited for each other's sms till I dozed off. Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, I know, poor planning. Heh. So aniway, I went home on Sunday morning and then waited for Aishah to come over. We had our breakfast since we did not fast. Paham² je lah. Hehehhh. Then we slacked for a while till mum and Kak Lia came. Upon their arrival, me and Aishah had some beauty sleep. Nyehehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SMUETRGH63I/AAAAAAAAAJU/TYZDeuKy9lY/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243602070195923826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SMUETRGH63I/AAAAAAAAAJU/TYZDeuKy9lY/s320/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SMUET3MJfEI/AAAAAAAAAJc/BDrBP3kxzDs/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243602080421739586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SMUET3MJfEI/AAAAAAAAAJc/BDrBP3kxzDs/s320/Image003.jpg" width="276" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SMUEUASuHWI/AAAAAAAAAJk/25-NUTWM6xU/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243602082865225058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SMUEUASuHWI/AAAAAAAAAJk/25-NUTWM6xU/s320/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the afternoon, Aishah went to meet Kamal, again while Mum and Kak Lia head back to Bedok. After I clean the house a bit, I waited for Kak Ina to go back Bedok together. Believe it or not, we actually dine in at Swensen. Hahah. Perangai kan! Okay, shh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday, a very busy day for me. So chaotic! I had to go out of the house to print my pictures for my coursework. The thing that troubles me is when I was searching for the Kodak shop. By the time I reached the shop, the lady told me to collect the next day. But she was being so sweet as to help me print on that day itself, after I told her that I really need those pictures urgently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehehh. Well, I'll be off now. Bye bye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Sorry eh, pls don't mind the muka burok! Hahahahh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-3958316691800425402?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/3958316691800425402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=3958316691800425402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/3958316691800425402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/3958316691800425402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/09/last-thursday-if-i-was-not-mistaken-i.html' title=''/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SMUE3r6PY_I/AAAAAAAAAJs/wp4f8Su_Kag/s72-c/nanee3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-4665014095005425647</id><published>2008-09-05T21:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T23:06:56.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SMFK2mfOIGI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O2rvuOP-0V4/s1600-h/nanee2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242553743140855906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SMFK2mfOIGI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O2rvuOP-0V4/s320/nanee2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Downtown? Not today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Did my canvas today with Isha and Syahmi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Not much, but at least I started my engine again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm out of moolas, hungry and feeling shagged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Whoah, Ramadhan indeed. Its okay, I'm meeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sis Ina later for dinner and maybe, just maybe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;have someone for a sleepover today. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Past few days have been a very boring ones for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What not, I'm so far away from my mates and is homesick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm just glad I had this one day to spend with my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;beloved pillow and bed. Soft comfy bouncy thang :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-4665014095005425647?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/4665014095005425647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=4665014095005425647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/4665014095005425647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/4665014095005425647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/09/downtown-not-today.html' title=''/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SMFK2mfOIGI/AAAAAAAAAJE/O2rvuOP-0V4/s72-c/nanee2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-8404750609185253433</id><published>2008-09-02T17:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T18:29:10.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SL0Sq2t_2DI/AAAAAAAAAI8/vvpo4oxBLqg/s1600-h/nanee14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241366068781373490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SL0Sq2t_2DI/AAAAAAAAAI8/vvpo4oxBLqg/s320/nanee14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh. it has been a very, VERY long time and we have met again, young ones. cheyy. I didn't managed to update for I am at the other end of the island with no excess to the cyber world. I can tell you fer sure,  I am bored to DEATH. The only thing that I did was reading a book, which is very addictive by the way. I actually managed to finish "The lost boy" in 2 days. I'm now looking for "A man named Dave" which I have read up to chapter 10, I think. Hee. Actually, I'm able to use the laptop and bring it to the McDonalds and use it like nobody's business, but BIL have taken it away before I knew. So yeaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anihoos, I am very, very sick. I feel so ice cold, my stomach coiled, my throat felt so dry, head spinning and the only thing I wish I could do is take out my throat and soak it in a basin filled with bubbly soap. Haaaaah... super irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today is the 2nd day of puasa(we know! pfft. i had my reasons for typing that out, but won't tell you nosy ppl. heahaha.), dad left me at Bedok, he's suppose to go work with me while I go school, if you know what I mean, then I was 1 hr late for Physics Practical, Maths tutorial ended earlier cos we've been good students. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh! When I was on my way to school I met with soo many stuck up ppl in Bedok! Omgawd, this ppl are lucky enough that I'm a girl and am fasting. If not, I would have pulled a long face and just shoot words of "wisdom" at them. I am most annoyed when ppl hit my bag. Hit alrdy nvr say sorry! Kanasai! Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else, what else. Think, think, think. Ahaaah! Wait....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, after re-organising my thoughts, I remembered abt baybeats. I was disappointed for not able to go to baybeat. I was at home rotting okay!?! I feel like want to cry.... you....you don't know how it feels like!! Huuuuaaaaaaaaaa.... Go away! Just leave me alone!! Huuaaaa... *emoing* *slitting my wrist* *tearing my head apart* GORE! GORE! GORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. That night I went out to East Coast, alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(cricket sound)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine, I'll tell the truth! Stop giving me that cold look! Sheesh. I went out with Mum, bro, Sis Aida, Sis Marlia and Sis Mas. We had dinner...okay supper - satay and mee, fear of not able to finish it, we shared among us. Like what Mum said, shared food taste far more delicious. Is it bcos of the mixed saliva? Gee, how I wonder.....hmmm...*thinking smile* Heahehehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accompanied Azura to City Hall on Sunday to buy some stuff........okay, a hoodie. Sheesh. Quit bugging me. (Is it me or do I feel like I have an imaginary friend?) oooohh...freakyyy. I felt strange when Dad begins to question me about where I'm going and with who and stuffs like dat. Soon I came to learn that the problem lies with Sally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sally, remember what I told you? I don't want your parents to think that you're bad bcos of me. Of course ah, I'm not to be blame ya know. However, I shall not utter a single word to your parents. I want you to work this trust thing between you and your parents, yourself. Just remember what I told you, and I'm sure they'll learn to trust you again. I know its not easy but hey, you won't die if you just follow through. You hear me? I love you, okay? tc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, being the sweetest sister(hehehee), I waited for Titi to finish work and went back to Bedok together. Had dinner at McD and laughed our ass off home. I told Titi to seat on the 2nd level of the double decker bus but she just refuse. See what we have to went through??! Yea, only we know what it is. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite, it'll be another long time before I could update my blog. I'm so sorry but I have run out if pictures too. I promise I'll get them soon, okay. If I have the time, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-8404750609185253433?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/8404750609185253433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=8404750609185253433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/8404750609185253433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/8404750609185253433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/09/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SL0Sq2t_2DI/AAAAAAAAAI8/vvpo4oxBLqg/s72-c/nanee14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-7984495745235647303</id><published>2008-08-25T20:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T18:57:27.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SLKrZsLpusI/AAAAAAAAAI0/cFdj5Rdlioc/s1600-h/me+n+steph02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238437774430419650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SLKrZsLpusI/AAAAAAAAAI0/cFdj5Rdlioc/s320/me+n+steph02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Away, away. Heaahaha. KL was awesome mayn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Though we lingered and mixed around with the old folks, we still had the laugh and groove coming on. * i feel.......i feel sooo.....i feel so alive!!!~* lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;One of 'em even shared his story on how he met his wife. Its soo hilarious, we all laughed when listening to him. Yes, all the ppl in the bus laughed, well except for maybe one person who prefers to SNORE. pfft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I shall continue telling the story when I got the pictures. Let's talk about todayy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;CDP lesson was hell fun. Steph, you missed, AGAIN!! grrrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;First problem, we have to solve - how to sit, without a chair and still able to be stable, both feet on the ground. And so, all the girls gather, standing very close to each other. On the count of three, we sit on each others lap. Hahah! Shud have seen the boys do it. So hilarious and they look so cute. Sitting on each others lap and making the step "rilek" face when their legs are already shaking. lol!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;When we finally sit on each others lap, Mr Heikel will ask us to put our hands in the air and lean back to see if we can really balance. and hey, what do you know? We did it!! Thanks to the guys for their help also. Heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Next, is the game which needs the whole class to participate. Mr Heikel grab one WELCOME mat from the HOD. Our task - to get the whole class (which is 38 ppl) to stand on the mat, both feet, not even one touching the concrete floor. The guys let all the girls to step in first. Followed by them. By the time, we were all hugging and holding on to each other, trying very hard not to fall out while Mr Heikel take a shot for us. I feel that that is one hell of a bonding session and I love it! So, what do we learn? Communication, Trusting each other, Determination, Sharing of Ideas and any other that I can think of later. Hahahh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I guess what Mr Heikel said is true. Teachers or other people may find us "slackers", but actually, we have a unique way of doing things and have diff thinkings. He also said : "You can be the best Scientist, the best Mathematician, the best English speaker. But, if your character sucks, then YOU suck." Like what he said, no one's gonna respect you even if you have high education when your character is poor. Right...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Don't forget to thank all the ppl who have helped you succeed. After all, No man is an Island. Huahua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-7984495745235647303?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/7984495745235647303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=7984495745235647303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/7984495745235647303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/7984495745235647303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/08/away-away.html' title=''/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SLKrZsLpusI/AAAAAAAAAI0/cFdj5Rdlioc/s72-c/me+n+steph02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-8566728167444553589</id><published>2008-08-21T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T19:05:48.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SK1EGISNHhI/AAAAAAAAAIs/r0niUVAPuwE/s1600-h/SP_A04771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236916813795499538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SK1EGISNHhI/AAAAAAAAAIs/r0niUVAPuwE/s320/SP_A04771.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ssssup? Hahaha. wait..... sigh. Is it just me or something's wrong with the world? I've been blog-hopping and I realised these Yp's blogs, talking about how great their maths are. I've been wondering why the hell am I fuckin'  bad in math. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Omgawd. wth am I crapping about? Yp's math = chicken mcdodol siak. plus they get to use the magical works of a calculator for both papers. sheesh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Talking bout math, there's math paper 2 exam tmrw. Just the sound of it makes me feel so deeaaadd. How I wish I could skip the exam. But nooo...we have to pass it too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Social exam was okayy. One thing for sure, many of us didn't get to finish it. sssuuuperrr tough, mayn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;So, aniway, I feel soo "asal boleh je". In the middle of this exam period, I'll be going to KL. waaahh. kay siow ehh? Hahahahaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ooh, ooh! I also went to study with Steph &amp;amp; her flavio ystrday. okay steph, superrrr random, huh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;center&gt; i saw cb. heheheeeee. shhh.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-8566728167444553589?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/8566728167444553589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=8566728167444553589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/8566728167444553589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/8566728167444553589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/08/ssssup-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SK1EGISNHhI/AAAAAAAAAIs/r0niUVAPuwE/s72-c/SP_A04771.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-1112120490693702590</id><published>2008-08-19T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T22:06:44.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SKrTVgcup4I/AAAAAAAAAIk/HLCM8IvKut0/s1600-h/nanee14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236229883212769154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SKrTVgcup4I/AAAAAAAAAIk/HLCM8IvKut0/s320/nanee14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hellooo. I skipped school today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Only for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think today is THE day to be absent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so lazy and decided not to go school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yea, steph, I lied. I didn't oversleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel so lazy. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, amazingly, steph felt my aura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now its not only me, but WE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE skipped school. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we met at 3.15pm to do some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(cricket sound)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, we went to revise for social studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i gave up on the word study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird as it seems, mum didn't nag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she just told me not to come home late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, we did study and amazingly, it is very productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the first time ever mayn, studying with steph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turns out to be sooo productive,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;compared to other days.......okay, Months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheeeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniways, I just realised how fun writing notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can be. steph laughed her ass out when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading my first notes. it was loud okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean at 2nd storey of the library, it is loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahh. not only that, we also bumped into&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;weirdos&lt;/span&gt; today. one is a girl another is a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't it be great if they both were to meat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean meet. ahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go grab yourselves dinner, mayn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, following that, i just can't wait to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have my hands on Dave Pelzer's 2nd storybook,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lost boy. First one is entittled "A Child called 'It' ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried when reading that book okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go read it. U'll cry like nobody's business. Huahua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how time flies. I realised that it was already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 plus. Being the GOOD daughter that I am,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to leave the library for home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and leave the lovebirds alone. Oooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is in the air people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUICK! breath in the air!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrite, lovelies. I'm gg back to essays. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-1112120490693702590?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/1112120490693702590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=1112120490693702590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/1112120490693702590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/1112120490693702590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/08/hellooo.html' title=''/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SKrTVgcup4I/AAAAAAAAAIk/HLCM8IvKut0/s72-c/nanee14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-3308414907560721306</id><published>2008-08-15T19:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T19:27:45.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Off to brother-in-law home.&lt;br /&gt;Tmrw, off to Jurong.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I have soo many home.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, its not true.&lt;br /&gt;Oral, screwed.&lt;br /&gt;Hope everything else is smooth.&lt;br /&gt;Now I have no idea wth I just typed.&lt;br /&gt;But its okay.&lt;br /&gt;I'm known to be random.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; this is one hell of a random post.&lt;br /&gt;Bedok = too many cute guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. that just happened.&lt;br /&gt;its meant to be shared.&lt;br /&gt;hope to see more of you cheeky girls there.&lt;br /&gt;no. i don't really hope so.&lt;br /&gt;see ya when i see ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steph, don't laugh!&lt;br /&gt;its random okay?! hahh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-3308414907560721306?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/3308414907560721306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=3308414907560721306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/3308414907560721306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/3308414907560721306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/08/off-to-brother-in-law-home.html' title=''/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-4683717603135136601</id><published>2008-08-13T16:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T16:38:17.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SKKdO1syezI/AAAAAAAAAIA/er3k12KCRpg/s1600-h/nanee16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233918595216603954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SKKdO1syezI/AAAAAAAAAIA/er3k12KCRpg/s320/nanee16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mum came down to school y'day for meet-the-parent session. To be frank, I really feel that I have been slacking. and Mum wants me to promise to her that I would do well for O lvl and nvr go "study" with friends anymore. She said that this has got to stop if this is the kind of results I produce. Well, I can't promise her anything but I promise I'll try my best of the best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mt O lvl results = B3. sungguh mengecewakan. I aimed for at least an A2. sigh. re-take? Perhaps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Firstly(!), where were you from? Secondly, where's your brother?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;AHAHAH! Inside joke eh. So don't laugh along. muahahahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Alrite lovelies, I'm off to Bedok.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-4683717603135136601?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/4683717603135136601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=4683717603135136601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/4683717603135136601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/4683717603135136601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/08/mum-came-down-to-school-yday-for-meet.html' title=''/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SKKdO1syezI/AAAAAAAAAIA/er3k12KCRpg/s72-c/nanee16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-4846499545773618936</id><published>2008-08-11T15:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T16:13:58.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ingrasado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SJ_vtd5jtnI/AAAAAAAAAHY/xHKb-MBRvs4/s1600-h/goodbye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233164856427001458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SJ_vtd5jtnI/AAAAAAAAAHY/xHKb-MBRvs4/s320/goodbye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SJ_vtVP8ApI/AAAAAAAAAHg/gVxpLyFOkqY/s1600-h/Heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233164854104949394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SJ_vtVP8ApI/AAAAAAAAAHg/gVxpLyFOkqY/s320/Heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233164859534262514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SJ_vtpeYwPI/AAAAAAAAAHw/w_Y-jzJClu4/s320/NDP08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SJ_vtd-aO1I/AAAAAAAAAHo/Hgf97njjB1w/s1600-h/Firework+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233164856447351634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SJ_vtd-aO1I/AAAAAAAAAHo/Hgf97njjB1w/s320/Firework+08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Viola! Beautiful ain't it? I know. Hahahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aniway, happy happy b'day to Fadli!! May you be bless with happier days ahead and have a bright future...................with CaliZ! Hehehehh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I guess I'll be staying home today to complete all assignments. I hope I can finish it by today though. Mum have been talking about moving in with Bro-in-law and Sis Marlia to Bedok. Well, they insist. But its still Dad's choice. Gee, if I were to move there, I'll be so so far away from lovely deary friends. Promise you guys would still meet me even after O's? Pretty pleaase! I love you guys very much!! Awesome bunch la you all!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aww mayn, this is baaadd. You ppl heard about a 3-yr old kid who died of HFMD and a doctor also died from it?? Scary huh. So, don't assume that only small child could get infected. Nowadays, adults get it too. Well, for now, I really hope that you ppl are ay-okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steph have been teaching me some portuegese. Hahah! I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; it la. I think the language is beautiful. Rite, prefesorra? Hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anihoos, I've changed my blogskin and my tagboard. Again....rite. How is it? Pretty, beautiful, awesome, suck? You decide. &amp;amp; ohh, try to guess the theme. Huahuahua. I swear its f***ing obvious. All in all, I simply love it, though its too much purple-ish. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-4846499545773618936?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/4846499545773618936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=4846499545773618936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/4846499545773618936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/4846499545773618936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/08/ingrasado.html' title='Ingrasado'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SJ_vtd5jtnI/AAAAAAAAAHY/xHKb-MBRvs4/s72-c/goodbye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-3806100588116922130</id><published>2008-08-10T00:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T01:49:08.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SJ3NgSlvoNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zPwgqs_4kGI/s1600-h/me+n+leha1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232564296704041170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SJ3NgSlvoNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zPwgqs_4kGI/s320/me+n+leha1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SJ3NgkhupdI/AAAAAAAAAHA/4xecLV0kSHY/s1600-h/me+n+leha2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232564301519037906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SJ3NgkhupdI/AAAAAAAAAHA/4xecLV0kSHY/s320/me+n+leha2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SJ3Ng99yBxI/AAAAAAAAAHI/k6LFEKBx5Kk/s1600-h/me+n+zuzu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232564308347586322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SJ3Ng99yBxI/AAAAAAAAAHI/k6LFEKBx5Kk/s320/me+n+zuzu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SJ3Ng2ulElI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Fqs61lR-_Hk/s1600-h/yat+n+wei+en.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232564306404774482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SJ3Ng2ulElI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Fqs61lR-_Hk/s320/yat+n+wei+en.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Went out with my long lost besties. National Day, we head down to Marina to watch the gorgeous&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;gorgeous, beautiful, bombastic fireworks. I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it soo much. Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Meet Azura at Wdlnds then Saleha at Bukit Panjang. We left her place at 3pm plus. Waited for Sally at bus stop then board 190. Reached town and board another bus. Saw Azura's supernumery(?) fren at Marina. Daymn, I would be so proud if I got selected to take part in the parade. Lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Aniway, while we were walking, Sally saw her fren in uniform. So she was like so excited and without thinking, she went up to him and tap his shoulder. I quickly pull her away from him. What the hell was she thinking??! That guy is in 'sedia' position!! Hahaha!! We burst into laughter and walk away. Sally, sally! Shall I give you a hard knock on your head??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then we had dinner at Burger King. Azura treat me today as a thanks for accompanying her that time, which is so long ago. But nvm, some time later, its gonna be my turn to treat you, okay? Heheh. We bumped into lots and lots of people there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Saw Yan and Syella with some other of their mates, Nicholas, Syameel Azwan(okay, I really did push him from the back like VERY hard. Daymn this guy is made of wood or what? He didn't even notice me. lol), some/many ex Fuchunians. Waited for Saleha's fren, Yat and Wei En(?). Again, they take forever to reach us. Sally parted with us as she wanted to meet up with her mates. Chey, Dani ehh?! HAHAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Luckily we still managed to catch the fireworks at work. Heh. Its so packed but hey, I really do enjoy it, very much. After that firework, we left. Then, what hurts me so much is that the firework have not really ended. Daymn, right? Then I heard this guy saying..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Guy: Dah, dah. Jalan skrg. Jgn pandang belakang. Kalau tak, kite tak kluar dari sini!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lol. Which is kinda true, huh. Okay, translation : Okay, okay. Walk away now. Don't look behind. Or else we won't get out of here. Heheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We followed Yat and his fren to "waterfall". I really don't know why ppl give names to places at town. Like there's four stick, steps and whatever else they call other places. Hahah. Stop by Starbucks and get some drinks first before heading the waterfall place. Made a move at 10pm to meet Sally at Cityhall mrt. Azura went back home while we hang out for a little longer at Raffles City. Chat and laughed with Saleha. Sigh. Its been long since I last went out with her. Hope to have more of this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Alrite. I gotta catch up with my sleep. Cousin's wedding tmrw and I need to complete some of my school stuff. I need to be disciplined. Hehee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;♥bite me if I can't too. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-3806100588116922130?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/3806100588116922130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=3806100588116922130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/3806100588116922130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/3806100588116922130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/08/went-out-with-my-long-lost-besties.html' title=''/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SJ3NgSlvoNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zPwgqs_4kGI/s72-c/me+n+leha1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-7567349579368753586</id><published>2008-08-09T11:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T12:47:22.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SJ0QYGXRhOI/AAAAAAAAAGw/-0WPPFvyRiM/s1600-h/nanee1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232356348285519074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SJ0QYGXRhOI/AAAAAAAAAGw/-0WPPFvyRiM/s320/nanee1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came home at 4 in the morning just now. I went to town with mates to buy some stuff and just take a look around. By the time its already 10pm plus. Later Aysha decided to meet Ikah at Bugis. Out of sudden, there's a change of plan to head down to Arab Strt to have our supper.  We decided to have seesha(is that how its being spelled? idk,dc.) and supper there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we board the bus 16 hoping that we'll reach there cos according to Ferli, that is the bus to take. While we were on the bus, some drama began. Aysha, be strong okay. For once, let's go with the flow. You still have other ppl. Why cry over only one useless person, when you have many other committed ppl around you? *winks*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a pretty long ride I tell you. By the time, we already felt that something is wrong. Ferli go up to the bus driver and yeah, we got on the wrong bus. Pfft. We alight at some East Coast Road. From there we board another bus, 197, if I'm not wrong. Then walked to this seesha place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, after 76830274015 hours of trying to get there, we finally reached and settle down. Place our order and just chill. It was already 12am by the time the food arrive. &amp;amp; I knew that I have to go home late till the morning. Cos' firstly, there's no more bus and secondly, I seriously have no cash to get a cab ride back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since there's no more bus and cash, why the rush, right? There's this part where Steph and Aysha take a stroll for a while. I don't know why but I find it funny. God knows what's on their mind at that time, they were walking up and down the lane. Haha! No motive, huh. &amp;amp; Dzul can't stop moving. There must be something that he have to do. Lol. He'll eat, smoke then stop for a LITTLE while, drink and smoke again. Then the routine begins all over again. Hahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made our move at 2am plus as Aysha need to get back home to have "the talk" with her dad.  I really envy those ppl who have this kind of relationship with their parents. Yknow, like they can talk to their parents just about everything and there's no sensitive feelings about it. Openness. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay then, from Arab Strt we walked all the way to City Hall. The guys go withdraw some money to take Nightrider back home. &amp;amp; they took all the time in the world to do that. We ladies have to wait soo long for them. &amp;amp; trust me, we got sick and tired just waiting for them. By 3am plus they finally arrive. Fagged and talk for a while till the bus arrived. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ferli board a different bus while me and the others board NR2. Predictably, we had to snore away during the ride. Hahahah. Sat next to Steph and start pigging. Hahah! Luckily I wake up at the correct time. It was only 3 bus stop away from my alighting stop. If I were to miss my stop, I don't know how to get back home. Say my goodbye to the rest and walk away. Chey. Hah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So aniway, while I was waiting for the lift, I felt something was wrong. The lift took forever to reach the first floor. I don't want any surprises so I took the stairs. Come to think about it, the stairs is much more scarier, right? But what to do, its the only way for me to get home. Haha, I know. I don't know what was I thinking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then at 5th floor, I saw this man looking down at the void deck railing. As in while I was taking the stairs, I saw a man. He is not facing me. I was behind him. I quickly get back home as I don't want him to turn his head. HAHA! Scary okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I reached home, wash up and continue to snore away. I was shagged okay. For today, perhaps I would be going out with my girls. &amp;amp; yeah, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the concert in school yesterday, I can sense the enthusiasm and the Singapore spirit among us all. I can tell that this year's National Day is gonna be a BLAST! Hehe. Alrite, ya'll have a good time aite. See you when I see you.  (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-7567349579368753586?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/7567349579368753586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=7567349579368753586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/7567349579368753586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/7567349579368753586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-came-home-at-4-in-morning-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SJ0QYGXRhOI/AAAAAAAAAGw/-0WPPFvyRiM/s72-c/nanee1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-5865518797764981821</id><published>2008-08-05T20:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:53:19.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SJhEnLMIkGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/R_dSPfp8f3g/s1600-h/nanee15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231006407000100962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SJhEnLMIkGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/R_dSPfp8f3g/s320/nanee15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was stunt upon hearing the bad news from Rahmat. It is believed that he suffered from HFMD at the moment. Its okay Rahmat, get well soon aite. Take care of yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The teachers was also stunned. They say that they did not know that teenager can also suffer from this cos usually it only affect babies or small child. But hey, Rahmat is like the baby of the class. Heh. Okay laa, so he's the very youngest among us all, but eventhough that is the fact, we'll still pray and hope that you are fine, okay? Heee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr Fong came to our class today and said that we have to move class as the cleaner have to clean the room to ensure that the bacteria does not spread. Gee, I didn't know that this is soo serious. So we pack up and one by one have to apply some dettol hand wash before entering the other class. This is an extraordinary thang yknow. The last time this happen is like ages ago when there were SARS. Still, you ppl have to be careful okay. Just a gentle reminder. Heheh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went back home with Afiq today, after our History tutorial. On the way home, he showed me a couple of videos. HAHA! There is this video he made starring him and his fellow homies. The video is hilarious I tell you!! He pause the video and start to record again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which look like magic. First you don't see spec and then there is. He'll say, "Hah! tekejot kan? Tauu! Ni abg tunjok kan, MAGIC!" Hahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay laa. I'll be off now. Im'ma fly to Bedok! Nite lovelies :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; oh, hi CALIZ! lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-5865518797764981821?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/5865518797764981821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=5865518797764981821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/5865518797764981821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/5865518797764981821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-was-stunt-upon-hearing-bad-news-from.html' title=''/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SJhEnLMIkGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/R_dSPfp8f3g/s72-c/nanee15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-4829363779635343568</id><published>2008-08-03T11:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:53:19.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SJUiWmGvb0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/Wd3PXa9vD8k/s1600-h/nanee12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230124313841987394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SJUiWmGvb0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/Wd3PXa9vD8k/s320/nanee12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sis Marlia new home is super beautiful! Its windy, spacious, high and you can see the Singapore flag for National Day like right in front of your eyes! Can you believe it?! Unfortunately, I'm not able to snap any pictures of it :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I checked out her bathroom and daymn, that girl got waterfall in there! I am soo jealous. I went for a sleep over and how fast I fall asleep, you don't wanna know. Haha..okay, let's say about 2 mins, or less. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came back home today and helped her carry MORE stuff. I stuffed it all in Abg Khai's car and I fled home. Huahua. The rest is up to them to carry to their 10th storey flat. I need to occupy my time with more words, equations, storyline and formulas today. I'll come back to blog again if I'm bored or done with those works, okay? Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Best Features.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, I've been knowing people all around, and especially my friends, they nvr fail to ask me, "Ey, you were contact lens?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nyeheheh. &amp;amp; they won't believe if I say no. What the hell mayn? I'm telling you the truth! Look into my eyes....okay not too long, you'll fall in love with me. HAHAHA! That's what I usually say. Titi taught me that. Heahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then they'll say, "Don't lie! Its brown!" and I'll go, "Its brown? Daymn, its suppose to be blue today!" Haha! Okay laa, its brown. Whaaaat?! Its only an eye colour :s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-4829363779635343568?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/4829363779635343568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=4829363779635343568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/4829363779635343568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/4829363779635343568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/08/sis-marlia-new-home-is-super-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SJUiWmGvb0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/Wd3PXa9vD8k/s72-c/nanee12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-6191947858766954995</id><published>2008-08-01T00:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:53:20.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SJHqaw-rxwI/AAAAAAAAAGY/EMyhx2Yw8xU/s1600-h/nanee14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229218387899172610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SJHqaw-rxwI/AAAAAAAAAGY/EMyhx2Yw8xU/s320/nanee14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Time check : 12.38am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped school today. Yea, I've been sleeping late lately. Yesternight, I slept at 4am. Hell yeah there's no way for me to wake up and get to school on time. I woke up at 12pm today and I felt like a pig. Lol. For the first time, I was soo jaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis Marlia and Bro Khai came over in the afternoon and that's when I wake up. Heh. I had my shower and ate popiah mum made. Its been long since she last made popiah for the family. We would have to wait for fasting month to have more of that, I guess. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I was suppose to meet Aishah and Steph today to do some girls hobby. Lol. But the planned is being postponed to Saturday since they had some important things to catch up on. Nevertheless, I'm really looking forward to the day with the girls. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, later in the evening Sis Aida came over and we had dinner together. Its nice of Abg Khai to buy food from the kopitiam, eventhough Mum have already cook. Besides that, I've been sticking to the comp like glue for the whole day already. I get to chat with Fyan since like 865247910 months of not meeting up or talk to each other. As a friend, I miss him already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about what's up with life, school, buddies, past and also the future. There's this part whereby he asked me, what course I would like to go. So I said Interior Design. He then said that in the future, he'd want me to renovate his house and of course offer him discount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Since kau member aku, aku kasi kau 1 per cent discount ah.&lt;br /&gt;Fyan: Siak ah! Kemot siak Nanee! puas hati bayar full price siak!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ahaha! Bagi aku 1 per cent dh banyak siak!&lt;br /&gt;Fyan: Bnyk gile! Dgn 1 per cent tu, aku bole beli sofa and tv plasma!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaa! Geli hati aku dibuatnye!! Yan, yan. We reminded each other about what happened last time. He remembered that I use to sell nasi lemak in school. Business la konon. Haha! Then I asked if he still remembered the 369 thing he drew on the classroom floor. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very memorable time that I had with him and the others. My, how fast did all this happen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-6191947858766954995?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/6191947858766954995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=6191947858766954995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/6191947858766954995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/6191947858766954995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-check-12.html' title=''/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SJHqaw-rxwI/AAAAAAAAAGY/EMyhx2Yw8xU/s72-c/nanee14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-5510795091791334979</id><published>2008-07-30T22:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:53:20.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SJB_hTaWuBI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Wvpn090-tX8/s1600-h/SP_A0467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228819377500370962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="256" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SJB_hTaWuBI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Wvpn090-tX8/s320/SP_A0467.jpg" width="317" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Omg, omg! Look at that! Nyeheheh. Okay, after school, I went to visit my dear teacher, Mrs Chew. Congratulations to her for giving birth to a healthy baby boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't he just soo adorable? and i can tell for sure that this baby will grow up to be a handsome boy. Handsome kaaaan?! I keep smiling whenever I look at him. I even get to hold him! Hehee. So cute la Daniel Chew. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was sleeping, I touch his chin and he pout! He pout okay?! Haha! Mrs Chew also showed us a video of her giving birth. Not those nasty kind of situation la. I think its beautiful. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chat and laughed among ourselves. Haiyh, my t'cher lost a lot of weight within a very short period. But its a good thing to her, which I don't know why its not to me. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made a move at 6.30pm and went our separate ways. So, while I had my dinner, I got stung by a bee. Daymn, it hurt so bad. I guess I'm too sweet. Nyeheheh. Nite lovelies. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-5510795091791334979?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/5510795091791334979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=5510795091791334979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/5510795091791334979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/5510795091791334979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/07/omg-omg-look-at-that-nyeheheh.html' title=''/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SJB_hTaWuBI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Wvpn090-tX8/s72-c/SP_A0467.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-6722320735272270167</id><published>2008-07-27T10:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:53:20.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SIvd0-HEGdI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ugTkCkZUu1g/s1600-h/wan+D1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227515694589155794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SIvd0-HEGdI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ugTkCkZUu1g/s320/wan+D1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one was at home yesterday, except for me and Sally. She came over after her NPCC rehearsal. Mum, dad, aunt, Bro-in-law and some other ppl, went to "semah"(?) b-i-l new home. It is believed that that house still has the old "keeper". If you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The muslims believe that each and every house have a keeper. A keeper as in the  spiritual way. This keeper can either be a muslim or kafir(non-muslim). So yesterday, mum told me about our old house, located at Jurong East.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That house is owned by a kafir spirit. Before we moved in, mum "talked" to this spirit, saying that if he is a good person, she'll let him stay, but if he is bad, show himself to her. I couldn't disagree more, that that is sooo not a good idea. Yes, that thing, showed himself to her. Mum said that he is short but he never showed his face to her before. Every time when Mum did her solat(prayer) that thing will stand outside her room and say, "Bace lagi la! Bace lagi la!!"(read some more! read some more!) Whooa, freeeaakyy, rite? Then, whenever Dad did his solat, that thing will sit on top of him at night when he's sleeping. Perhaps its a sign of anger for siding with mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of paranormal stories. Hehe. I was chatting with this guy yesterday, and he reminds me of someone, or should I say more than a someone. Oh well, I think he's a sweetheart.  But hey, we're just friends okay. I swear. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-6722320735272270167?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/6722320735272270167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=6722320735272270167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/6722320735272270167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/6722320735272270167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-one-was-at-home-yesterday-except-for.html' title=''/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SIvd0-HEGdI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ugTkCkZUu1g/s72-c/wan+D1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-4062527100164496564</id><published>2008-07-26T13:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:53:20.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SIqybQC0XGI/AAAAAAAAAGA/CQIFWK3I1W4/s1600-h/nanee13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227186498749881442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SIqybQC0XGI/AAAAAAAAAGA/CQIFWK3I1W4/s320/nanee13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bvuahah! Oh hello, beautiful ones. Okay, I know I sound......*cut. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today's aim is : to be stressed just about everything. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;I've got soo many things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Clean the room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Suck the dirt all over the room using a magical sucker. hahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Stand under the pouring water and do whatever's necessary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Complete school&lt;strike&gt;home&lt;/strike&gt;work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Listen to some incredible melodies.....(is it even necessary to list it here? well, I did it anyway. nyeheh.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Do a tiny bit of revision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The rest is up to mum to give me some chore&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But I won't promise if I would do it. Hahahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I woke up rather late today compared to the other weekends. I have not woke up after 12pm before, unless I slept late like 6 in the morning la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about sleep, Mr Heikal (or Heikel), have been sharing with us some tips or better still, advice, about sleep/sleeping late and waking up early/insomnia and whatever crap they usually call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that we need a maximum sleep of 9 hours a day? Yea, I know! We thought it was 8 right? Less than 4 hours of sleep is very very bad, and that is what some of us did. What we eat is also an important factor which can affect our behaviour. For example, if we eat a lot at a time, we'll feel sleepy (making students fall asleep and not paying attention during lesson) and after 2 hours, we'll feel hyper again(and that's when school ended). Hahah! For a new teacher, he is very concerned about every one in the class, which is a good thing la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I met Syahmi, Dev and Sean. Syahmi fixed my phone's camera and I am so thankful! Now, I just hope the bluetooth works, so I can transfer more pictures to my comp. Hehe. We played bingo while waiting for Dev to come. Then we make a move to meet Sean at another place. We settle down at another place and just talk, laughed, and talk again. I did nothing since I lost my drive to study. Yes, it was a waste of time but what's done cannot be undone. I reached home, bumped on my bed and snore immediately as I don't get a chance to sleep after school which ended at 5pm. I was soo sleepy by the time. What not? I get to sleep for only 3 hours the night before.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so besides that, I have already started on my canvas painting. I'm sorry I don't get to show you guys earlier as promised, cos I've been busy. Last Thursday, I went to NAFA with the art students and I saw this awesomely beautiful drawings/paintings and sculpture. I still remembered this painting whereby the artist painted reflection on a Mercedes car. Can you imagine? Its a bloody painting of a &lt;strong&gt;reflection&lt;/strong&gt;!! Whoa, I can't even start with reflection. Those paintings that I've seen makes me wanna score for my art. Well, at least I've found my aim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-4062527100164496564?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/4062527100164496564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=4062527100164496564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/4062527100164496564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/4062527100164496564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/07/bvuahah-oh-hello-beautiful-ones.html' title=''/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SIqybQC0XGI/AAAAAAAAAGA/CQIFWK3I1W4/s72-c/nanee13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-6039284291526292820</id><published>2008-07-22T19:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:53:21.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>been centuries</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SIXCXlib4PI/AAAAAAAAAF4/GljsHWrxSwY/s1600-h/nani+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225796653102653682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SIXCXlib4PI/AAAAAAAAAF4/GljsHWrxSwY/s320/nani+01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holla! Hahah. Alright, I realised that I have not been blogging much, ey? I only get to blog on the weekends. But hey, I'm here today on a weekday! Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aniways, yesterday was Racial Harmony Day, and daymn, its fuckin' awesome. After our break, we gathered in the class and do our activities. We get to do some canvas painting which have to come with a poem, related to the painting of course. So, the art students gather with some other C&amp;amp;T students to do the painting, while the others work on the poem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We came up with ideas so fast thanks to Mr Heikel. &amp;amp; did I mentioned that I laughed most of the time yesterday? Yea, I did. Irfan always cracks me up. He did nothing and talked so much. Still we did not stop him since he's the entertainer yesterday. He'll go like..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Irfan: Ah, kat sane tu../ Aini, kau paint betol² ehh!/ Baek la, aini!/ Ah, jage, jage../ Colour biru, BIRU!/ (and stuffs like that)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gotta admit, it was chaos working with lotsa and lotsa of ppl doing just one little canvas. Hahah! We finished the canvas in about less than 2 hours, I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After school, I stayed back to attend my Intensive Art tutorial. I texted my t'cher saying that I didn't bring any art material with me and asked if I could miss the lesson. Heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously, the answer would be a big NO! I went for the tutorial and finished my canvas. I feel like giving up drawing yesterday. Luckily Nurrisha came to help me. We exchanged our work meaning to say, she helped me with my canvas and I helped her with hers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later, while I'm doing some touch-up on my canvas, Fazli was singing to Second Serenade - Fall for you, which goes like this :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fazli:...because a girl like you is impossible to find, you're impossible to find..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: I know! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahahahahahaha!!! Then he's like "Eyh! Siak ah kau! .."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came along Irfan at a later part.. I repeat, LATER part...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Irfan: Eh, kimak! Baru aku tau.. slow nye aku.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;           Eyh, kau, stop it siak!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahahahaha!! I laughed like crazy laa! So, all in all, yesterday was a very fun day indeed. Its been so long since I last felt this way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 9pm, I met up with Steph to do..erh, nothing. Heh. Initially, the plan was to do our prep work..but I happened to be very sleepy yesternight. I did, did something okay. But its sooo not counted la. Met Titi at civic with this ranger guy. Pfft. We head home and I can't help it but to sleep away during the journey. Heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-6039284291526292820?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/6039284291526292820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=6039284291526292820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/6039284291526292820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/6039284291526292820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/07/been-centuries.html' title='been centuries'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SIXCXlib4PI/AAAAAAAAAF4/GljsHWrxSwY/s72-c/nani+01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-746254757857358879</id><published>2008-07-20T11:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:53:21.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224944988310928514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SIK7yK86_II/AAAAAAAAAFw/6Qx98-mEJfw/s200/nanee11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;some things are just not meant to be shared, huh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;********&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;aniways, i went to sentosa with steph, aysha, afiq, amsyar and steph's big bang group. haha. its been long since i last went there. i get to ride the skyride and the luge. it was hell lotsa fun. thanks to dee(?), akmal's friend :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we wanted to ride the luge, we forgot to take our helmets and it was sooo embarrasing. haha. but dee told us that the luge crew's are fun people. so yeah, they're playful, i guess. after the ride we went back to the beach. the guys have already pack all the tents and stuff. they even bring our bags with them, to the boys toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then steph decided to take our bag cos' it'll be a pity for the guys to carry all of our bag. by the time we reached the guys toilet, the rain started pouring. as we needed some shelter, farhan, aysha's friend, ask us to come inside. so we did. i feel guilty for leaving dee alone outside the guys toilet. she should have followed us and we should have asked her to follow us. or either way. till she got sick. sorry dee, if you're reading this. i hope she's okay. heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, we wanted to take the tram back to the so called "interchange", but it was fully packed. then we have to walk back there. but akmal, dee and haziq managed to take the bus, cos' dee's already feeling sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got down at habour front and had our late dinner, or not that late. haha. it was 9.30pm, okay! after dinner, we went back home. i took 856 and bus-ed back home. by the time i was already feeling sleepy and worned out. it was 11.30pm and there's still a fuckin' traffic jam going on. i really couldn't wait to go home and snore so I choose to walk home. luckily i managed to reach home before 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's next? i'm sure yguys know well. off to lala land. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't have any pictures with me. you may click on stephanie's page for the pictures. which you have to wait for her to update her blog, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for today, i will have to do my homework and the other necessary stuff. heheh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-746254757857358879?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/746254757857358879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=746254757857358879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/746254757857358879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/746254757857358879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/07/some-things-are-just-not-meant-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SIK7yK86_II/AAAAAAAAAFw/6Qx98-mEJfw/s72-c/nanee11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-2049098530317485465</id><published>2008-07-12T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T17:59:42.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 117px; HEIGHT: 160px" height="160" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh53/dennica_22/1_539582879m.jpg" width="175" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It all started out real good and&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We knew that we've got the right mood.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love the way how you hold me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and your fragrance is still hunting me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pressing my head against your chest,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;making me feel I'm on top of the rest.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can hear your heartbeat thumping.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kissing my head, you know I'm melting.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby tell me why you gotta rush?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See, now all you got is a hush.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven weeks have already pass.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby, you are my last.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-2049098530317485465?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/2049098530317485465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=2049098530317485465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/2049098530317485465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/2049098530317485465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-all-started-out-real-good-and-we.html' title=''/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-1024931030195668609</id><published>2008-07-12T22:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:53:21.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SHi_q-184sI/AAAAAAAAAFg/PUiOIfQnE0k/s1600-h/caliz+n+i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222134513080787650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SHi_q-184sI/AAAAAAAAAFg/PUiOIfQnE0k/s320/caliz+n+i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last night, I decided to go online and I got to webcam with Nurul Neea. Funny la that girl. She didn't say or do much during webcam except laughing. Hahah. &amp;amp; she said that she cannot laugh too much or she'll broke into tears. I didn't know that I look different in pictures compared to real life. Well, she's the first person to say that actually. Hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alrite, I went to school today to sit for my POA exam paper. Yea, nvr in my life have I gone to school on a Saturday to take an exam. Aniway, I was late. Luckily Abang Khai was still around my house area. So I called my sister and ask her if Abg Khai could send me to school and he did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so pissed off. Every Saturday, there must be a traffic jam and I bet that it even started as early at 7am or earlier. Sheesh. I reached school and the paper have already started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't even sleep the night before. I went to Sis Ina's place for a sleep over. Okay, so I did sleep but only in the morning. There was me, Sis Marlia and brother-in-law sleeping in the living room. Hahah. Cute or whatt?! I slept on the couch while they slept on the mattress they bring out from their room. I sleep late cos I've been busy getting as many info stored in my head regarding POA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unfortunately, I just have to screw another paper. POA was hell tough. I left out 1 question and another 2 questions uncompleted. Oh, and I nearly doze off during the paper! I kept blinking my eyes and it started to hurt real bad. Paper 1 was okay though. I am soo glad that its only MCQ's. At least I can pick any 1 answer if I have no idea what the hell the question is asking. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After school I headed back to my Sis place. Initially, I wanted to go home and have my meals before going there. But since I'm just too lazy to do double trips, I went straight to her house. We decided to have lunch at Causeway's banquet. Meet Kak Ita and her friend. Is it a small world or what? Kak Ita's friend(Kak Girl) is Fidah's auntie........ wth, you guys don't even know who is fidah. But hey, its my blog remember?! Riite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chat, smoke, pee and went back home. I actually have planned to go catch a movie with Sis Ina today. The plan was cancelled since she's too busy cleaning up her documents and files in her computer. Later in the evening, Syahmi called and ask if I wanted to study + overnite in school since there's Boys' Brigade camp and we can stay over. Haiyh, we all know it too well that this is not gonna happen. Don't wanna talk about it la. Being the good daughter that I am, I decided to stay home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whaaat? I have been doing this since like forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-1024931030195668609?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/1024931030195668609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=1024931030195668609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/1024931030195668609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/1024931030195668609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-night-i-decided-to-go-online-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SHi_q-184sI/AAAAAAAAAFg/PUiOIfQnE0k/s72-c/caliz+n+i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-7037524959338436279</id><published>2008-07-11T16:04:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:53:21.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ppl all around</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SHcWT2kFPhI/AAAAAAAAAFI/NB5FrKwaWEc/s1600-h/09072008(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221666823279558162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SHcWT2kFPhI/AAAAAAAAAFI/NB5FrKwaWEc/s320/09072008(003).jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, hello again. Its been long since I last blog huh. Okay la, I'll start blogging before I start mugging. Lol. Yea I know, whhaaat theee helll rite!? As you can see, that's how I usually look like after school. Hahah! Tak senonoh kan?! I really can't be bothered with my hair, so I just let it hangggg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So aniway, those 2 ladies up there, uh-huh, these 2 have been helping me a lot lately. Like steph, she's my "scolder". Lol. Basically, she helps me get focused. &amp;amp; yeah, I will only begin doing my work after she scold me or say, "Eh, aini! Do your work laa!" Ahahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then Aishah have been helping me too. She helped me with my Maths and stuff like that. Though its not a lot still, I think she have done something for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221680461469663602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SHcitsx_QXI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Wgln-TWjFXs/s320/syahmi1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then the other one is Syahmi. Syahmi have been helping me in both Social Studies and Chemistry. He'll tell me which is important and what is needed to be memorised. Then he'll explain the important factors for social studies and he told me this story about cations(chemistry) which is kinda funny. Pb is lead, rite. And in order to remember that, he named it Papa Botak. Hahahah! Then the other one is blue.....*cut. Heheheh...faham² je la klau ade blue kat situ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really hope to see some improvement for my Mid-yr exam, though I feel that I've screwed my Chemistry paper. I tell you, the paper f**king tricked me. The questions are all like sec 3's qn. Obviously, I studied those chapters that we've been going through lately and forgot about those 'historical' chapters. I'm sure the t'cher will give us those long long lectures after our result. Ugh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For now, let's close the chapter on school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Life's been very hard for me lately. Yeah, still got stuck in between trust. Sometimes the qoute "All I heard is lie." made me believe that its cut out perfectly for what I've been through. Just last Monday, a lesson taught me that I should do things my way. To hell with what others think. I'm sick of how others take me for granted. Maybe one day they'll understand it. Afterall, if they are not satisfied, maybe they should just go fly kites.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In addition, perhaps the test Steph gave me, Afiq and Syahmi is true. Should I tell? Neh. On the other hand, its about those short and long routes to see interesting stuff or to get there faster. Make a deep guess will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-7037524959338436279?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/7037524959338436279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=7037524959338436279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/7037524959338436279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/7037524959338436279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/07/well-hello-again.html' title='ppl all around'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SHcWT2kFPhI/AAAAAAAAAFI/NB5FrKwaWEc/s72-c/09072008(003).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-1127661731148350283</id><published>2008-07-05T00:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:53:21.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SG5UrSeUkEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/4iycLoQfUng/s1600-h/2491053496_050c97098e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219202120839106626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SG5UrSeUkEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/4iycLoQfUng/s320/2491053496_050c97098e.jpg" width="231" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to catch th movie Wanted with Aishah today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Omg! Wanted is soo freaking awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wouldn't say anything about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You guys should go watch it, alright?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One thing for sure, I don't regret watching it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, it was only th two of us since some&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;plan got screwed up along th way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And, its my first time going out with Aishah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We talked about her relationship with her boyf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and lots more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just don't get it. Why do guys find it hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to believe in their girlfriends? I mean, hello?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its your f**king gf and you don't trust her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's up with that? Better off quit being with her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for th next couple of months or even years, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a waste of time, if guys ever do this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aniway, after th movie, I headed to Civic to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meet up with Titi and Roy. Its not long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;before Leha gave me a call. Surprise indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Th way she sound, I knew that she had a tiff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with her parents. Its th same story over and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;over again. She asked me to meet her at Causeway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just so you know Leha, I'll always be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there for you when you need me, okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I know, so will Azura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She followed me home first and then Azura's dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fetch her and off she went to Azura's place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for a sleepover. I hope you're doing fine now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To summarise it all, I had a breakthrough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for my cursed week. I swear this week is a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cursed week for me. From Mon to Fri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm soo angry that I nearly break th mirror&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in th school toilet. *grrr*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Secondly, where's th important quality in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;every relationship be it with friends, family &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or loved ones? Where has it gone to this days?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where is that TRUST?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so disappointed for losing th trust towards &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my loved ones. We're grown ups. How long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;more does it take for someone to trust us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To trust me? Or better still, for me to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trust them. Be it with friends and family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm still so disappointed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, so much for trusting, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-1127661731148350283?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/1127661731148350283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=1127661731148350283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/1127661731148350283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/1127661731148350283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/07/went-to-catch-th-movie-wanted-with.html' title=''/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SG5UrSeUkEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/4iycLoQfUng/s72-c/2491053496_050c97098e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-1680409071560816520</id><published>2008-07-02T21:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:14:37.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I believe in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KARMA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What comes around, goes around, rite in your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;face, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hunneh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330000;"&gt;Tea drinking assholes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-1680409071560816520?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/1680409071560816520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=1680409071560816520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/1680409071560816520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/1680409071560816520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-believe-in-karma.html' title=''/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-8732110107762856383</id><published>2008-07-02T20:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:21:35.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;I got tagged by Ekin! So bad ah you! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Rules &amp;amp; Regulations&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt; of this quiz is :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) people who have been tagged must write their answers on their &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;blogs &amp;amp; replace any questions that they dislike with a &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;new question formulated by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) tag 6 people to do this quiz &amp;amp; those who are tagged cannot refuse.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;These people must state who they were tagged by &amp;amp; cannot tag &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;the person whom they were tagged by. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Continue this game by sending it to other people. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; *****&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q : Who do you prefer? boyfriend or guyfriends?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A : What difference does it make?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q : What is your greatest wish?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A : To turn back th time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q : What would your first reaction be, when &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you see someone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt; you love/like, being happy with some other guy/girl ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A : It'd be th "daymn!" kinda reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q : What will you be in 8 years time?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A : An interior designer perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q : Would you change yourself for the person you love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A : If it's for th better, then I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q : How long do you intend to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wait for someone you really love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A : Until he got married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q : If the person you secretly liked is &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;already attached, what would you do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A : I'll kill him. Of course do nothing la! -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q : Is there anything that made&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt; you unhappy these days?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q : Do you get butterflies in your stomach &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whenever you're around the guy/girl you like/love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A : Eheheh, yes. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q : Have you ever not been able to get someone out of your head?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A : Yes, I guess. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q : Who are currently important people to you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;A : My family and girlfriends.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q : What is the thing in a guy that &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;makes you think that he is sweet?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;A : When he is bonded with his siblings(if he have one), &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;especially, if its a younger sister.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q : What's the ideal perfect relationship to you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;A : Trust, Sincerity and Understanding.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q : Are you happy with your life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;A : I try to make it as perfect as I can.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q : Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;A : Yes, but when I'm 2o yrs old. Not now.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q : If you fall in love with 2 persons simultaneously, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who would you pick? the lousiest one? OR the better one?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;A : I'll pick th one with th ideal perfect qualities in a relationship. Heheh.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q : What type of friends do you like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;A : Th one who is sincere and nvr make a fool out of me.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q : Do you often wish there was something you could change?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;A : Yes. Th past.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q : What type of guy do you look for?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;A : Th one with sparkling eyes, charming look and have a heart of gold.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 people i tagged;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;1) Steph&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;2) Ikah&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;3) Sean&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;4) Nurul Neea&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;5) Titi&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;6) Nina &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-8732110107762856383?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/8732110107762856383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=8732110107762856383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/8732110107762856383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/8732110107762856383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/07/rules-regulations-of-this-quiz-is.html' title=''/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-164180677309567174</id><published>2008-06-30T18:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:53:22.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SGi48ZzdoII/AAAAAAAAAEw/ebAHuKlcdqU/s1600-h/caliz+n+i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217623516167118978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SGi48ZzdoII/AAAAAAAAAEw/ebAHuKlcdqU/s320/caliz+n+i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Monday blues? Yea, only in th afternoon. *eyes-rolling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saleha and Azura came to school in th afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;They asked me to tag along to Causeway to spend &lt;br /&gt;time with them. But I told them I can't cos' I've &lt;br /&gt;made some plans with Steph. Felt so guilty. We shall&lt;br /&gt; go out together again some day soon okay? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so jealous cos my first sis bought a laptop &lt;br /&gt;and a camera. Adui, mate merah aje! Th camera is &lt;br /&gt;superr sleek la! Its so freakin' slim! So gorgeous. &lt;br /&gt;Heheh. I've yet to see her laptop, which I will soon&lt;br /&gt;see! Can't wait, can't wait!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it me or is th day just so warm &lt;br /&gt;that it made my post lame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;↑&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be th day! hahahahahah!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-164180677309567174?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/164180677309567174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=164180677309567174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/164180677309567174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/164180677309567174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/06/monday-blues-yea-only-in-th-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SGi48ZzdoII/AAAAAAAAAEw/ebAHuKlcdqU/s72-c/caliz+n+i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-4362658028929512885</id><published>2008-06-29T20:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:53:22.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SGeC0ZNlAOI/AAAAAAAAAEo/vns5XDAyWZo/s1600-h/kak+ida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217282529964654818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SGeC0ZNlAOI/AAAAAAAAAEo/vns5XDAyWZo/s320/kak+ida.jpg" width="206" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I would like to wish a Happy Birthday to Sis Aida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May you be a successful person and have a bright future in times to come.&lt;br /&gt;I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For th past few days, I've been feeling on top of th world.&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, Aishah came for a sleepover at my house.&lt;br /&gt;Well, its th first time that I had a friend for a sleepover.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad that mum allow me to and me able to help her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went out with Mum and cousin to Expo.&lt;br /&gt;We went there to check out Titi and also did some shopping.&lt;br /&gt;So far, I've bought 3 tops and some other stuff. Th only thing&lt;br /&gt;left for me to buy is my pants. Though I'm not sure if I&lt;br /&gt;should get long pants or 3 quarter. But I think I'm going&lt;br /&gt;for a long pants. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night itself, we went to Mustafa Centre to have supper&lt;br /&gt;and just window-shop. There's a lot a lot of stuff there. If only&lt;br /&gt;I have some cash in hand, I'd grab most of th things there.&lt;br /&gt;Like this pair of sneakers, bagpack and other other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;And if you're not careful, you can actually get lost there! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Mum and I almost got lost there, okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniway, today I met Saleha at Civic Cntre as she's bored and&lt;br /&gt;ask if I'm free. So we decided to accompany each other&lt;br /&gt;to do our revision. Its been so long since I last saw her&lt;br /&gt;and we share lots and lots of things. She can't stop talking&lt;br /&gt;from th moment we met. At 5 plus she was already craving for&lt;br /&gt;some Double Chocolate. So, we decided to buy double chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;We sat outside NTUC and count how many ppl actually&lt;br /&gt;enter and exit NTUC. No, I was just kidding!&lt;br /&gt;Haiyh, I miss her so much and I'm glad we&lt;br /&gt;could make some time for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she's coming to school tmrw. And yes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've edit my layout. What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is th color okay? I'm not too sure la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright, I'm running out of words already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hehee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-4362658028929512885?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/4362658028929512885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=4362658028929512885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/4362658028929512885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/4362658028929512885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-would-like-to-wish-happy-birthday-to.html' title=''/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SGeC0ZNlAOI/AAAAAAAAAEo/vns5XDAyWZo/s72-c/kak+ida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-7419489059651157420</id><published>2008-06-27T22:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:53:22.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SGT3eDFZTrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/IaHY08s4VWA/s1600-h/afiq+and+irfan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216566363997949618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SGT3eDFZTrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/IaHY08s4VWA/s320/afiq+and+irfan.jpg" width="266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today's entry is one of a kind. Perhaps you don't see any point of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me writing this entry but heck. I just wanna share, alright?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know, sometimes when you woke up from your sleep,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll start asking yourself if what you dream of has any meanings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;behind it, or is it just normal. But then again, things will start getting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a lil bit fishy if it happen two days in a row, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, for th past two days, I've been dreaming about my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On th first night, I dreamt of this: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Obviously, you don't have any clue how th hell did you end up in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a dream or how you got to a certain place at th start of your dream or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even how th hell it all started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so, today's post is entittled, sweet dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though I'm not sure if its sweet enough. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It started off with a dark scene. Yes, its night time when I dreamt of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is that such a big duh? Pfft. So, aniway, it was only Afiq, Irfan and me at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; that time.We were on some kind of an overhead bridge and I think that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;time was during school period. Though I didn't know why is it night time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I only realised that it was during school period because I saw Fazli, running &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on th pavement downstairs in PE t-shirt. So, I assume that it was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;during PE lesson and maybe we are doing 2.4km run(outside school). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He saw us and waved at us, so we waved back and smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we(afiq, irfan and me) wanted to go down &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;th overhead bridge by stairs of course. Th weird thing is, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;th alley along th bridge seems to be burned. And as we walk, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we saw &lt;strong&gt;burned photo frame of all of our &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;classmates&lt;/strong&gt;, lots of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;burned papers, ashes, burned stationeries and all sorts of class craps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As we walk also, we picked up all of our class memories. Then Afiq, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Irfan and me looked at each other, feeling curious and freaked out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unfortunately, that was all that I remembered, before I was awaken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, it does freaked me out after a few moment of thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Th next night, or should I say, the next dream is not much of a horror to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Basically, its only some basic neutral stuff that happens like always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, this one's about an ex-classmate. But we're still friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;up to today. So far, I still remember that this guy is there in my dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In this episode, Afiq, Steph and me are bestfriends(dreams only okay!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we were walking back home from school to th back bus stop to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;go to interchange. While waiting for bus, I saw N. Syahmi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's waving his hand to us and we waved back and smiled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Later out of nowhere, there's this guy, er..Audre's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;friend, Tahshir(i guess that's how its being spelled?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hehehe. He's also there with us. He's walking back home I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, so far, that's all that I could remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For now, I'm getting another sweet dream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope. Goodnight readers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-7419489059651157420?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/7419489059651157420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=7419489059651157420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/7419489059651157420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/7419489059651157420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/06/sweet-dreams.html' title='sweet dreams'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SGT3eDFZTrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/IaHY08s4VWA/s72-c/afiq+and+irfan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-6884157990466889217</id><published>2008-06-23T17:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T18:12:04.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well hey, there goes June holiday. Its not much of a fun-filled &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one &amp;amp; all I feel at th end of th day was my lazyness crawling back upon me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Sunday morning, me and Cuzzy Sally did our last minute assignment together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She came and sleepover at my house. So, it was at 2.25am when we decided that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we shall bake some cookies. HAHA! It was hilarious especially when we wanted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to shape th cookies into heart shapes, cat and bunny shape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At th same time, I feel disgusted cos' th dough seems to be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all goo-ish and sticky. Yea, eewww rite?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we start on our assignments and eventually fall asleep when &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we thought having a power nap sounds good. Yea, now we know, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;power nap doesn't work on ppl like us. HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On that very night I managed to complete my S.S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(not exactly, left with one more) essay &amp;amp; SBQ plus my POA mcq's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I got distracted by Incredible Tales and Pushing Daisies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I find Pushing Daisies great and funny at times, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;though I laugh lamely to "it". Heh. Packed my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bag and I'm off to Lala land.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;School re-open wasn't bad after all. It started off with th same &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thing, and that is "Welcome back to school.." and blablabla,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;students got caught for long hair and whatnots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At least there's something new, like what Steph mentioned..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"You bring something FRESH to th table, mayn!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lol, and that is th good news of our class getting a new&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GP/form teacher - Mr Haikel (I guess that's how its being spelled).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He will be taking over when dearest Ms Chua went for her "holiday" in mid-July.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I gotta admit, Mr Haikel talks a lot, &amp;amp; I mean a lot a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But at times, he's funny. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Besides all that, today was not depressing. We were given &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a new time-table and S.S due date is being delayed, do wkst for Phy, discuss &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;EL paper - which is sooo poorly done(sheesh), assembly after &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;recess &amp;amp; POA for 30 mins. What else? Well, not much bothers me today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Th bad news is, I gotta PANICK cos' :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Exam is in 1 weeks time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tommorrow's Tuesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's school..duhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;History &amp;amp; S.S essays are due tmrw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So is Maths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and POA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and Chemistry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, I'm off now. I need to see my Psychiatrist. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-6884157990466889217?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/6884157990466889217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=6884157990466889217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/6884157990466889217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/6884157990466889217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/06/well-hey-there-goes-june-holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-7349368828566184701</id><published>2008-06-20T14:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T15:02:48.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I watched Chronicles of Narnia yesterday night till th early morning. Its th first part by th way. I would want to watch th second part, but I'm not sure if it's still on. Its okay, I'll find some other ways. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished some revision on my science. Meanwhile, I'm taking a break. So I decided to blog. I shall continue again at 4.05pm. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, I feel that I have been slacking waayyy behind. I think I'm moving but I go nowhere. I mean, what th hell have I been doing??! &amp; yeah, I agree with Steph. This year past by soo fast. I'm still thinking that I'm in February...or what I have done in February. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREEEAAAKKYYY! BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-7349368828566184701?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/7349368828566184701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=7349368828566184701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/7349368828566184701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/7349368828566184701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-watched-chronicles-of-narnia.html' title=''/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-5651636252243057832</id><published>2008-06-19T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:53:22.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>darn it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SFp4jMXVONI/AAAAAAAAAEY/CU5DxlmkYnw/s1600-h/art+sec+4+n+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SFp4jMXVONI/AAAAAAAAAEY/CU5DxlmkYnw/s320/art+sec+4+n+5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213612064644610258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back everybody. How long has it been? Well, I don't really blog if I have no stories to tell. Not like I don't have stories but it ain't interesting enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that is th picture when I went for th art outing. Isn't that a lot? Heh. Honestly, I'm running out of pics. No more pictures for a long time, can? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to school to do my art. Finally, I have started something on my canvas. Its finishing soon, btw. I'll let you guys see it once I've paint it alright? &amp; that will be in one week's time. For a second there, I thought I had lost my final design. It turned out to be with Nurrisha. *phew!* If I were to lost it, I have to re-do it ALL OVER AGAIN, which is soo troublesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, Isha &amp; me had lunch then I went over to her house to do some final touch on my art piece plus help her out with her final design. Like finally, she managed to finish her design. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she made her balcony into her room. OMG! Th moment I saw it, I feel so in love with it. Its soo cosy. Since she's good at designing a room, she use some sort of curtain as her door. &amp; I can imagine every morning when she wakes up, th sunshine will shine upon her head. Its just so neat, cosy plus easy to reach out to everything around you. Heh. Unfortunately, th bed can't beat Steph's. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Well, that's all. Sorry, I don't have any stories to tell at th moment. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-5651636252243057832?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/5651636252243057832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=5651636252243057832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/5651636252243057832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/5651636252243057832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/06/darn-it.html' title='darn it'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SFp4jMXVONI/AAAAAAAAAEY/CU5DxlmkYnw/s72-c/art+sec+4+n+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-6941767111954501207</id><published>2008-06-11T15:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:53:23.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stories from the past (Ivin)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SE-b7UfTOMI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/hGLHWrO_VhM/s1600-h/ivin4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SE-b7UfTOMI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/hGLHWrO_VhM/s320/ivin4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210554737305532610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd never thought that he still remembered us. A surprise indeed. After a long time, he finally called. It's Ivin. He gave us a call earlier today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivin is just a Chinese boy. We have been taking care of him ever since he's 4 or 5 years old. He left us 3 to 4 yrs later. He is like a brother to us. I still remember th time when he left us. He cried and hugged my mum and dad tightly. When he was in th cab, his mum called. He was crying when he talked to my mum. What else can we do but to cry th moment we heard his voice(crying). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time holiday arrived, we will take him to spend a few weeks with us here at our home. Even when Hari Raya. He will join us &amp; he even picked his own Hari Raya clothes. He even memorise some of th prayers by listening to th radio. Soon, all this fades away when he kept on moving to different houses. Th last time we saw him was last year if I'm not wrong. He's getting taller and all grown up. I miss him so much and I wish to meet him again one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like crying when I was talking to him just now. I'm just so relieved to hear his voice again. He asked about all of us &amp; kept on asking silly questions like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivin: Kak Lia have house already?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Have!&lt;br /&gt;Ivin: How come I never go before?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Because she just buy mah! Th house is under renovation!&lt;br /&gt;Ivin: Oh! I can come to her house?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Can! But you must come here first. Can?&lt;br /&gt;Ivin:Cannot! I see first okay? If cannot come then how?&lt;br /&gt;Me: If cannot come then you must call, okay?&lt;br /&gt;Ivin: Okay, promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SE-I8tvCPOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/YEGF1eEFuTA/s1600-h/ivin2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SE-I8tvCPOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/YEGF1eEFuTA/s320/ivin2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210533870541356258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Oh silly boy. We miss you, Ivin!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-6941767111954501207?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/6941767111954501207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=6941767111954501207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/6941767111954501207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/6941767111954501207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/06/stories-from-past-ivin.html' title='stories from the past (Ivin)'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SE-b7UfTOMI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/hGLHWrO_VhM/s72-c/ivin4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-4031805700684563068</id><published>2008-06-09T16:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T19:02:38.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the game plan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x108/honeylover_01/55286075_8821730e93.jpg"width="320"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STREET SOCCER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday was th day whereby we meet up to play soccer. Can you believe it? We girls(Steph, Aysha, Ikah, Caliz &amp; me) are in the guys turf. Lol. To think that th guys would let us play with them. Cos they are usually yknow, some assholes who want to keep their balls to themsleves! HAHA! Sounds wrong? Oh yeah. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniway, I think that's so nice of them to let us join in th fun. It feels so good to be walking with a large group of frens to East Coast Park. Its about 20+ of us altogether. There's Alvin &amp; Marsiling Sec mates too. Well, its th ex-Si Ling prim mates la. Jiwe mah. Haha. So we reached there at 12+ going to 1pm I think. We slacked for a while. Eating th snacks that Steph &amp; Aysha brought from home. Hand-made one okay. I can imagine if we are all married, still contacting each other then have an event like this, mesti Kecoh if Steph &amp; Aysha were to bring food like mee, nugget, drinks etc etc. Hahah! Okay, a lil bit of side-tracking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we played. At first th girls were like shy-shy. Like paisei la want to play in front of th guys. Rite? Haha! Then Steph came into th picture &amp; she mention about kicking ass &amp; stuff. Lol. &amp; we then feel inspired to play SOCCER. OMG! We played soccer!! Hah. &amp; Cdeac is a good team player. He played our goalkeeper &amp; offered us advice/plan for th game. He sounds like a coach. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played for 2 hours and then we chill at th beach. Th guys had a race into th sea. Its so funny seeing them going low and their foot going to and fro. Just like a motorcycle on th road waiting for th traffic light to turn green. OKAY, wth did I just say here??!!?!! Nvm, just forget abt it. If you understand, then good. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went swimming while we(th girls) went for a shower. Few hours later, we came back and waited for th guys. Followed by dinner and then slack again at th water-breaker. Steph was getting all emo &amp; I'm getting all bored. So I went home. Heh. Its a fun-filled day btw &amp; of course I enjoyed myself there.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't have any of the photos with me. Perhaps you guys might wanna check out Ikah's or Steph's blog some day? Of course when they have update it la. Okay? Hehehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-4031805700684563068?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/4031805700684563068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=4031805700684563068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/4031805700684563068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/4031805700684563068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/06/game-plan.html' title='the game plan.'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-3134469120456175229</id><published>2008-06-05T10:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:53:23.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cakes &amp; wishes part 3.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SEdss6TmE3I/AAAAAAAAADg/0WAWwSnY4nI/s1600-h/me+n+steph21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SEdss6TmE3I/AAAAAAAAADg/0WAWwSnY4nI/s320/me+n+steph21.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208251012898755442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with th Art students and teachers yesterday. Steph tagged along too. We went to this Art Museum whereby Andy Warhol's paintings was being displayed. I envy his art work - th method that he uses to produce such high quality piece of work that he called Art. Perhaps he's famous for th colours he uses on his paintings &amp; produce another 10 other colours using th same pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I read his Biography &amp; found out that his name was at first Andrew Warhola. He then changed it to Andy Warhol. Yea right..like you'd care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to Boat Quay &amp; snap lots of pictures for my artwork. However, taking Steph's pics is more I guess. Haha. I'm not sure if I've already found my talent. Steph said that I'm good at taking candid photos. Wanna see some? Nehh. Let's skip that part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after that, we went to Esplanade and saw Nurul Aini, Nurul Huda &amp; Eka Mairina having their photoshoot for SENSASI. Its so predictable that we're gonna stop and take a look. Obviously. Stopped by McDonald's &amp; we had a drink as well as talked to Miss Lim. Somehow she's an open teacher. She had 3 tongue piercings and 2 tattoos. I don't know if I should share this with you guys but just shut up after reading aite? Hahaha. They smoked and laugh etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Yishun &amp; wait for th rest to come. We're celebrating Sean's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SEdeNqTmE2I/AAAAAAAAADY/s3yFtjy06nI/s1600-h/sean01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SEdeNqTmE2I/AAAAAAAAADY/s3yFtjy06nI/s320/sean01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208235082865054562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to Yishun park &amp; into Safra &amp; finally stopped at this huge court. Its a good spot though. All thanks to Steph for planning. I think Sean's birthday is a big plan. Too big that it somehow got screwed up along th way. Since Steph is too good, I bet Sean didn't even realised about th screwed up plan. Oh wait, Steph told him. &lt;br /&gt;-_-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herman bought this small cake for him. Then after we sang th birthday song, we smash th cake all over his face. Aww, there goes th Birthday cake. We laugh &amp; took pictures together till Rahmat came wih th actual cake. Yes, th bigger one. Are you shocked Sean? Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just chill for a while &amp; ohh, I just wanna say, Afiq is a STRONG man. haha. Cleaned up &amp; we went for a night walk. Along th way, Sean wants to visit th OMH. Not enough of surprises is it? Do you want to be surprised to your death? Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walked, AGAIN.. Did I mentioned that I've been walking all day from morning till late night yesterday? I swear if my foot could come loose, it'll run away and only come back after 1 month.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was saying, we walked to Yishun Interchange, alight at Marsiling MRT &amp; board th bus 856. I've got into enough troubles already and I don't wish to get more naggings from my parents. Damn, this ears need some rest, okay?! So, I went home while th rest continue with their journeys to OMH. So you guys, tell me what happened there? Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up today &amp; there's bruises on my left arm. Thanks to Raihan for biting it as if its a cheeseburger. -_-" Alright, that's all I have for today. I'll be resting at home for 2 days to do my revision. I HOPE! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-3134469120456175229?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/3134469120456175229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=3134469120456175229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/3134469120456175229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/3134469120456175229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/06/cakes-wishes-part-3.html' title='cakes &amp; wishes part 3.'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SEdss6TmE3I/AAAAAAAAADg/0WAWwSnY4nI/s72-c/me+n+steph21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-1925035747971525222</id><published>2008-06-03T19:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:53:23.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>someone push me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SEU51qTmE1I/AAAAAAAAADQ/Q6jb6On2coM/s1600-h/stress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SEU51qTmE1I/AAAAAAAAADQ/Q6jb6On2coM/s320/stress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207632138176172882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it me or is it just normal? Its so depressing. I have lots of time on my hands but I just can't put it to good use. Mid-year is coming towards me &amp; I have nowhere else to hide from it. Its as if I don't have th right mood at th right time. I'm doomed when school re-opens. I don't know where to start! Help, anybody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s I don't really wish to blog today. Tmrw will be the day to blog! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-1925035747971525222?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/1925035747971525222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=1925035747971525222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/1925035747971525222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/1925035747971525222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/06/someone-push-me.html' title='someone push me'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SEU51qTmE1I/AAAAAAAAADQ/Q6jb6On2coM/s72-c/stress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-9050291132695631533</id><published>2008-05-31T21:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T01:04:12.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cakes &amp; wishes part 2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x108/honeylover_01/nanee3-edited.jpg" width="300"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time check: 1 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is Muhammad Alif's birthday. I heard that they're meeting up to surprise him again. Well, I'm so sorry I didn't get to join you guys. I got something on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniway, I woke up today &amp; find myself alone at home. Mum, dad and bro went out without telling me. Huuaa. So bad one. So I watched tv &amp; laugh my ass off when watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S. Despite it being an old comedy show, th jokes they crack were never old or lame. I find it rather amusing. Heheh &amp; I love watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I called Mum &amp; she asked me to meet her at Causeway Point. Met her there and had lunch. Saw Sis Ina &amp; joined her. We went to Metro &amp; I saw gorgeous gorgeous bags!! If I were to have cash on me, I'm sooo gonna buy those bags. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-9050291132695631533?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/9050291132695631533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=9050291132695631533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/9050291132695631533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/9050291132695631533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/05/cakes-wishes-part-2.html' title='cakes &amp; wishes part 2.'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-3444308861438690983</id><published>2008-05-29T19:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T19:48:21.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cakes &amp; wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x108/honeylover_01/syahmibday-1.jpg" width="300"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two day's back we(mates) celebrated Syahmi's(middle) birthday. It was all Sean's idea &amp; Steph planned it all. It was when we walked out of th Home Economic's room(where we gave our taste butts some "exercise") that we started planning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met at some Admiralty place to get a small cake. So cute one! Haha. We walked to Syahmi's void deck &amp; that's where we surprised him. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x108/honeylover_01/togetha.jpg" width="300"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was shocked till he cried. Aww, don't cry Syahmi. Terharu ke? Heheh. After that we went to Civic Centre to chill. This is where my head felt so heavy. Its soooo bad that I had to lean on Steph....and Sean. Luckily there's Aysha. She gave me a masage on th face. Hahah. Its so NICE la! Like what she said, "Good service!" Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x108/honeylover_01/mates01-2.jpg" width="300"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*looks down* &amp; I find this kinda funny. *Hey Steph, where's th picture of only th two of us at th top? That one is funny okay! Hahaha!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x108/honeylover_01/hide.jpg" width="300"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniway, had Maths drill today in school. Not bad for today. At least I understand some of it thanks to Sean a.k.a 2nd Maths Teacher. Hahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-3444308861438690983?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/3444308861438690983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=3444308861438690983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/3444308861438690983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/3444308861438690983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/05/cakes-wishes.html' title='cakes &amp; wishes'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-1558274333180186329</id><published>2008-05-25T12:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T12:57:13.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in advance.</title><content type='html'>Wishing all O level students good luck for MT paper tmrw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; to Afiq, Steph, Syahmi, Aysha, Fadli, Caliz, Sean, Athifah, Namdev, Janah, Herman, Alif, Isha, Irfan, Wati, Zahin, Syaza, Rahmat, Nisa, Faizal... Heh, Okay la, MY ♥MATES LA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you guys ace it aite. Especially Caliz, Steph &amp; Sean. Just don't snore during th exam period okey. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, no story to tell for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-1558274333180186329?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/1558274333180186329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=1558274333180186329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/1558274333180186329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/1558274333180186329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-advance.html' title='in advance.'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-1325844924832346998</id><published>2008-05-24T17:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:53:24.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smoochies, ey?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SDfe4hzmjcI/AAAAAAAAADA/FH0UlAjiEBI/s1600-h/Photo-00882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SDfe4hzmjcI/AAAAAAAAADA/FH0UlAjiEBI/s320/Photo-00882.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203872957178744258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt; Had our last mock exam and review our papers up to 3pm. Planned to meet mates in th evening. Nabil, Amsyar, Syarizal and one of Nabil's fren were there too. Went back at 11pm. I donnoe if ya guys realize that yesterday's moon was shining bright. Its as if you got to see it up-close. Well, actually, it has been shining bright for th past few days. Its so beautiful. Go catch it tonight okay? If there is, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt; Fadli's call woke me up today &amp; that is at 9+. Asking me if I'm going to school to collect my paper. Aiyo Uncle, why nvr pay attention one? Some ppl collect today, some collect tmrw. &amp; then later Zahin called me. This one ask if he's late, can he still collect th paper? So I said yes. I'm not sure though. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anihus, I went out with mum, dad, sister, first &amp; second brother-in-law to some showroom at Hougang. As we were taking th 7 seater car, I would be seating at th back. To me, it was some kind of a loopty-loop ride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I felt like I was swirling &amp; of course, I hurled. Yeah..go on &amp; eewwwww~ I felt good after that okay?! Hahaha! &amp; th thing was like coming out from both my mouth &amp; nose. *Please, another round of eeeeeww.* Hahaha! Okay, that part was sooo sick. Urgh! Luckily, I'm outside of th showroom building or else they will suffer a huge loss of customer. Cos' their showroom will be stinking! Nyeheheh. Alright, I shall stop here about my hurling incident. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was in th afternoon when this wild thoughts of mine occur: Wouldn't it be great if I get to do what I wish I could. &amp; that is spraying walls using spray cans, breaking th dishes, lying down in th middle of th road, climbing to th roof top &amp; well, stay with my friends for a year! Heheheee. Its gonna be awesome, don't you think so? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm gonna let you talk and tell me what would be your wildest thought &amp; what would you do if you could do that. Tag people &amp; just let your thoughts run wild for some moment. Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-1325844924832346998?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/1325844924832346998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=1325844924832346998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/1325844924832346998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/1325844924832346998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/05/smoochies-ey.html' title='smoochies, ey?'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SDfe4hzmjcI/AAAAAAAAADA/FH0UlAjiEBI/s72-c/Photo-00882.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-3992422376944400798</id><published>2008-05-21T16:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:53:24.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SDPd1X1Si-I/AAAAAAAAACU/tcqrT9pkbM4/s1600-h/classmates4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SDPd1X1Si-I/AAAAAAAAACU/tcqrT9pkbM4/s320/classmates4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202745903543389154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much have happened. On one of th past few days, I've met up with Sufian, his gf, Syella, Steph &amp; Nabil! We just seat down and have a talk at Starbucks. Its nice though. After that, we met th others at Civic, talking about all th crap that we used to do during sec 4. Its all an awesome year that I'd nvr forget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean taught me how to play Taiti a.k.a Big Two. I guess its not that hard but I'm quite a yknow, blur-blur a bit. So I try a few games with him today and of course I lose for th first few rounds. But hey, I manage to win him for 2 rows straight. I won 2 rows straight also when playing with Herman and another 2 rounds with Herman, Jun Liang and Yong Jie! &amp; so they called me Queen of Gambling. Nice. Heh. No lah. I don't wish to gamble okay. Its just for th fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, school ended earlier today at around 12.30pm. Then we just had to waste our time in school talking and slacking. We only went home when we were asked to go for some talks held by certain Poly's. Haha. So yeah, that's kind of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall update again if I have enough stories to share. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-3992422376944400798?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/3992422376944400798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=3992422376944400798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/3992422376944400798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/3992422376944400798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/05/not-much-have-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SDPd1X1Si-I/AAAAAAAAACU/tcqrT9pkbM4/s72-c/classmates4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-5700664374181121629</id><published>2008-05-17T13:38:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:53:24.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there's us in trust</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SC_HkH1Si9I/AAAAAAAAACM/HgBcXGSLJE8/s1600-h/classmates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SC_HkH1Si9I/AAAAAAAAACM/HgBcXGSLJE8/s320/classmates.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201595518027992018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(click on th picture to see it big. :])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week has past and a new one is coming.&lt;br /&gt;I have been spending most of my&lt;br /&gt;evenings with my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enrolled myself for a night class&lt;br /&gt;in school. I try my best to keep&lt;br /&gt;my head in th game &amp; drilling&lt;br /&gt;myself for th first war - MT O lvl.&lt;br /&gt;Heheh. I pray hard that I'll ace it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Insyaallah.&lt;/em&gt; With a lot of practice&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'll pass. Then I can &lt;br /&gt;concentrate on th other subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They even scheduled for&lt;br /&gt;mock exams in th afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;I guess its a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, if student still&lt;br /&gt;fail, it'll all be such a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's why I must ace it. &lt;em&gt;duh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, I played this game&lt;br /&gt;called Abalone. No, its not &lt;br /&gt;th food that we eat. This &lt;br /&gt;abalone game contains 28 balls,&lt;br /&gt;2 colours, 14 each. That's not &lt;br /&gt;th important part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played th game with Fazli&lt;br /&gt;for th first round and he can't&lt;br /&gt;beat me even once. So he wanted&lt;br /&gt;a re-match. Okay, a re-match.&lt;br /&gt;So I won, again. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt; Meet up with mates&lt;br /&gt;and they were talking about TRUST&lt;br /&gt;and stuff. Quite annoying but heck.&lt;br /&gt;If you can't beat them, join them.&lt;br /&gt;Then we played some &lt;strong&gt;games&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Waited for Titi at Int.&lt;br /&gt;and we went home together.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Aniway, I heard some rumours&lt;br /&gt;from ppl saying that Herman and I&lt;br /&gt;are together. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, we are soo not together.&lt;br /&gt;Herman is a funny guy and we &lt;br /&gt;never fail to break into laughter&lt;br /&gt;whenever we talk. He has been&lt;br /&gt;a good friend to me and what?&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong to have or being close&lt;br /&gt;to a boy-friend who always &lt;br /&gt;makes you laugh? After all,&lt;br /&gt;laughter is th best medicine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-5700664374181121629?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/5700664374181121629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=5700664374181121629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/5700664374181121629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/5700664374181121629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/05/do-it-on-purpose.html' title='there&apos;s us in trust'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SC_HkH1Si9I/AAAAAAAAACM/HgBcXGSLJE8/s72-c/classmates.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-2275364294286825945</id><published>2008-05-12T00:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:53:24.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>th perfect storyline</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SCcfpX1Si6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/SlYJANLrU2o/s1600-h/ayat+ayat+cinta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SCcfpX1Si6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/SlYJANLrU2o/s200/ayat+ayat+cinta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199159090455153570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. I'm back for th &lt;br /&gt;2nd post of th day.&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Today is a lot of &lt;br /&gt;story day.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I went to watch &lt;br /&gt;this movie&lt;br /&gt;with 1st, 4th sister &lt;br /&gt;and mum today.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, this is part &lt;br /&gt;of th surprise plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniway, OMG! You guys shud really&lt;br /&gt;go watch this movie! One thing&lt;br /&gt;for sure, you won't regret it.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is one of a kind &amp;&lt;br /&gt;I cried countless times okay!&lt;br /&gt;I rate it 5/5 for this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I felt touched&lt;br /&gt;when watching this movie.&lt;br /&gt;What they did and th place&lt;br /&gt;and everything is just so perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Watch it! Its worth your money!&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe. Well, at least that's what I think.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be surprised if you can't find&lt;br /&gt;your seat or even saw an &lt;br /&gt;American guy in th theatre.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Its full house! &amp; I think &lt;br /&gt;th guy in this movie is soo cute!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! Okay now. Bubbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-2275364294286825945?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/2275364294286825945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=2275364294286825945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/2275364294286825945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/2275364294286825945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/05/th-perfect-storyline.html' title='th perfect storyline'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SCcfpX1Si6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/SlYJANLrU2o/s72-c/ayat+ayat+cinta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-7650952194522174008</id><published>2008-05-11T09:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:53:24.794+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ur smile makes me happy'/><title type='text'>global warming/animal rights</title><content type='html'>Went out with my parents and bro yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Its a fun-filled day by th way.&lt;br /&gt;Usually, there must be some quarrels among&lt;br /&gt;me and my bro whenever we go out together.&lt;br /&gt;For sure, not this time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniway, Steph has raised an issue&lt;br /&gt;for me to talk about. Thanks steph.&lt;br /&gt;(chey! dh mcm dedication sey!)&lt;br /&gt;That is about global warming.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, just to inform that &lt;br /&gt;contents is only my opinion okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm sure you guys have&lt;br /&gt;realised that it has been&lt;br /&gt;very hot and humid these few days.&lt;br /&gt;No? Omg! I've been sweating &lt;br /&gt;like nobody's business &amp; its only&lt;br /&gt;like 8am in th morning, I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&amp; what's that running down my ass?&lt;br /&gt;Oh its sweat. OMG! ITS SWEAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp; I've been sleeping&lt;br /&gt;in my singlet also. Well, that &lt;br /&gt;don't work actually, cos'&lt;br /&gt;I'm still sweating &amp; I know&lt;br /&gt;that you know that its sooo not&lt;br /&gt;comfortable when you're sweating&lt;br /&gt;in your sleep. Sometimes I'd wish&lt;br /&gt;I could sleep infront of th fridge&lt;br /&gt;with its door opened. Don't u think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, its very worrying to see&lt;br /&gt;th world in this state. I could see&lt;br /&gt;that there are many artist, celebrities&lt;br /&gt;and even companies/industries is doing&lt;br /&gt;their best to raise awareness to th world.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, it didn't paid off. Remember th&lt;br /&gt;big fiesta or concert they had last yr?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, sure! Thousands of them came down&lt;br /&gt;wearing green, with their family &amp; friends.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; in return, they left a huge mess behind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that its a good thing to do &lt;br /&gt;th concert thingy. Why not? If it has&lt;br /&gt;a good motive behind it. Right? &lt;br /&gt;TET! WRONG! Very disappointing indeed.&lt;br /&gt;I still remembered my reaction when&lt;br /&gt;it came out in th newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;I was like,"HUUUH??!! WTH?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People cutting trees.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! Go on &amp; cut trees&lt;br /&gt;and let your family &amp; peeps&lt;br /&gt;die out of breath.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily there's something&lt;br /&gt;called RECYCLING! There's only&lt;br /&gt;a thing called recycling&lt;br /&gt;but we don't see anything &lt;br /&gt;that is being recycled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What not? There used to be a &lt;br /&gt;recycling bin at my void deck,&lt;br /&gt;but not anymore. I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;why they take it away. Perhaps &lt;br /&gt;someone pee-ed in it? I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I used to recycle our&lt;br /&gt;un-used papers and my mum would&lt;br /&gt;recycle th egg cardboard thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that I'm so pissed off&lt;br /&gt;about is ppl burning forests.&lt;br /&gt;Can someone tell me why th hell&lt;br /&gt;did they do that? Right, for buildings.&lt;br /&gt;Well, you want your building so much?&lt;br /&gt;Happy chopping th trees. Don't go&lt;br /&gt;and burn down th forests and &lt;br /&gt;contributing to th air pollution!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SCZhohq-hCI/AAAAAAAAABs/rViiQITPExE/s1600-h/white+tiger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SCZhohq-hCI/AAAAAAAAABs/rViiQITPExE/s200/white+tiger.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198950168707105826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention about animal rights.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that ppl are actually&lt;br /&gt;killing animals cos' they think that&lt;br /&gt;its some kind of a sports. Yea, wth, right?&lt;br /&gt;&amp; sharks. Sure, take thier fins&lt;br /&gt;and throw their body back into th sea.&lt;br /&gt;What? That's how they &lt;strong&gt;bury&lt;/strong&gt; sharks.&lt;br /&gt;Where are these animals gone to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These ppl are so cruel and so mean.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that fellow readers will do&lt;br /&gt;whatever you can to help save th world.&lt;br /&gt;No? Tuck you then. HAHA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite ya'll! Its mother's day&lt;br /&gt;and my siblings is having a surprise party&lt;br /&gt;for her. Hehehe. I can't wait for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*THE LONGEST POST EVER!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-7650952194522174008?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/7650952194522174008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=7650952194522174008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/7650952194522174008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/7650952194522174008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/05/global-warminganimal-rights.html' title='global warming/animal rights'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SCZhohq-hCI/AAAAAAAAABs/rViiQITPExE/s72-c/white+tiger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-1603849808772985095</id><published>2008-05-09T19:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:53:24.910+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orlando bloom'/><title type='text'>weirdo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SCQ6MBq-hBI/AAAAAAAAABk/5OPMD3EqxfE/s1600-h/09052008(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SCQ6MBq-hBI/AAAAAAAAABk/5OPMD3EqxfE/s200/09052008(002).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198343848173929490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's been a weird day for me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but everything&lt;br /&gt;seems weird ever since &lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what th hell&lt;br /&gt;happened in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I shall not share this.&lt;br /&gt;But Steph knew about it.&lt;br /&gt;Don't spill th beans girlfren!&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I mean it. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't get over it.&lt;br /&gt;*oooh lucky me*&lt;br /&gt;LOL! Okay, hush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, Chem's test&lt;br /&gt;just made my day even worse.&lt;br /&gt;Why is everything so unfair?&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell th story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wide awake during th &lt;br /&gt;test, squeezing th juice&lt;br /&gt;outta my brain &amp; getting&lt;br /&gt;every little information&lt;br /&gt;that I can get from my head&lt;br /&gt;regarding Chemistry. &amp; I failed&lt;br /&gt;th test! Where else someone&lt;br /&gt;*eyes-rolling* slept through&lt;br /&gt;th test, snoring + drooling&lt;br /&gt;(okay, i'm so mean!) &amp; wake up&lt;br /&gt;to find answers written all&lt;br /&gt;over th paper! &amp; she almost&lt;br /&gt;passed by a bloody half mark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Okay, Steph, I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean what I said. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;See? Can my day get any weirder?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. I didn't even have any&lt;br /&gt;penny on me for th day.&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe that?&lt;br /&gt;Not a single cent.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, I find myself&lt;br /&gt;falling asleep during lesson too.&lt;br /&gt;Hey Steph, I think my dream&lt;br /&gt;is calling out to me, again. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said about school.&lt;br /&gt;I went &amp; meet Mum at CWP&lt;br /&gt;after school, walked arnd&lt;br /&gt;and then go home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really have nothing&lt;br /&gt;to blog about this days.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you guys wanna give some &lt;br /&gt;topic for me to talk about?&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Feel free to ask.&lt;br /&gt;Just let it all out on my &lt;br /&gt;tagboard. Cool? Alrite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-1603849808772985095?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/1603849808772985095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=1603849808772985095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/1603849808772985095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/1603849808772985095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/05/weirdo.html' title='weirdo'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SCQ6MBq-hBI/AAAAAAAAABk/5OPMD3EqxfE/s72-c/09052008(002).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-8629424076580339356</id><published>2008-05-08T19:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T20:35:33.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meet ups!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x108/honeylover_01/1_224122373l1.jpg"width="180"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Saleha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to do my art coursework&lt;br /&gt;with Nurrisha at her house.&lt;br /&gt;I made a move at 7.15pm &amp; &lt;br /&gt;meet th others at Civic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was having my meals when&lt;br /&gt;Azura appeared out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;Later I saw my long lost fren, Saleha!&lt;br /&gt;Its been so long since I last&lt;br /&gt;saw her! I miss her so much la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked and she told me&lt;br /&gt;about her school and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Well, its bad news btw.&lt;br /&gt;So, we shared some advices&lt;br /&gt;and even more stories.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, shocking ones too.&lt;br /&gt;All I could say is this:&lt;br /&gt;I wish this new-long-term&lt;br /&gt;couple a happy future&lt;br /&gt;and may Allah bless your&lt;br /&gt;relationship filled with&lt;br /&gt;happiness and less sorrows. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Saleha, I hope you&lt;br /&gt;do a lot of thinking&lt;br /&gt;about your future&lt;br /&gt;before I gotta&lt;br /&gt;spank your ass. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously la. You&lt;br /&gt;can determine your future&lt;br /&gt;okay! Remember what we said?&lt;br /&gt;I hope so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, after school&lt;br /&gt;I had lunch with mates.&lt;br /&gt;Afiq just can't stop &lt;br /&gt;making me laugh my ass off.&lt;br /&gt;He talks about his childhood&lt;br /&gt;memories &amp; now I know&lt;br /&gt;why he became stupid when&lt;br /&gt;he grew up. Its cos' he fell&lt;br /&gt;off his double-decker bed&lt;br /&gt;and hit a wooden chair&lt;br /&gt;then hit th concrete floor.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, he fainted. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not find it funny,&lt;br /&gt;but heck! You should have seen&lt;br /&gt;th way he talks about it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; all of that thanks to his &lt;br /&gt;elder brother. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides all that, I think&lt;br /&gt;there's someone else in here.&lt;br /&gt;Aha! Who's that silent reader?&lt;br /&gt;Donnoe how to tag is it?&lt;br /&gt;Tag la! At least once will do what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x108/honeylover_01/mates01.jpg"width="180"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x108/honeylover_01/mates01-1.jpg"width="180"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really love my mates!&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Its been so long since&lt;br /&gt;I last saw this ppl.&lt;br /&gt;Would wanna meet up with&lt;br /&gt;this fellas soon :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x108/honeylover_01/ika6.jpg"width="180"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x108/honeylover_01/1_471802844l1.jpg"width="180"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x108/honeylover_01/afiq17.jpg"width="180"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; also Nurul Neea.&lt;br /&gt;Hello?! When la makcik?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Alrite.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be stopping here.&lt;br /&gt;Chem's test tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;Urgh! I hate chem!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-8629424076580339356?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/8629424076580339356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=8629424076580339356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/8629424076580339356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/8629424076580339356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/05/meet-ups.html' title='meet ups!'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-5276509993446374480</id><published>2008-05-06T22:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T23:01:37.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRUTH or truth</title><content type='html'>Had one tutorial today.&lt;br /&gt;After that we gathered&lt;br /&gt;at th canteen &amp; had&lt;br /&gt;tubs of Ben &amp; Jerries.&lt;br /&gt;Headed to CWP after school&lt;br /&gt;with mates. They're having &lt;br /&gt;lunch/dinner at Horizon Foodmall.&lt;br /&gt;Had our meals, talked, discussed&lt;br /&gt;about some issues and &lt;br /&gt;know about some truth. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, we were talking&lt;br /&gt;when we saw this uncle.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what th hell&lt;br /&gt;is he wearing &amp; I don't&lt;br /&gt;wanna know. Th guys said&lt;br /&gt;that he's wearing an underwear.&lt;br /&gt;But I beg to differ, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, for real la.&lt;br /&gt;Who would wanna wear an underwear,&lt;br /&gt;walking around at a shopping centre,&lt;br /&gt;where by thousands of ppl &lt;br /&gt;would see him in that?&lt;br /&gt;Well, one person does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made a move at 5 plus.&lt;br /&gt;Saw my beloved auntie Zizah&lt;br /&gt;walking alone in CWP.&lt;br /&gt;She said she wanted to eat&lt;br /&gt;Tau Suan. So I decided to&lt;br /&gt;accompany her since she's alone.&lt;br /&gt;She always, &amp; I mean ALWAYS&lt;br /&gt;craves for Tau Suan whenever&lt;br /&gt;she came to CWP. Auntie, auntie!&lt;br /&gt;I guess she's taking all th chances&lt;br /&gt;that she had to satisfy herself&lt;br /&gt;now before she went for her operation&lt;br /&gt;in th coming weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, Mum bought me a new phone.&lt;br /&gt;Its an LG phone. Yea, nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;But still I appreciate it cos'&lt;br /&gt;its th thought that counts.&lt;br /&gt;She bought it for me cos'&lt;br /&gt;she know that my Motorola phone&lt;br /&gt;went "out-of-order" &amp; she can't get &lt;br /&gt;through me whenever I went out.&lt;br /&gt;So, this means that I can't&lt;br /&gt;stay out late anymore. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I started using &lt;br /&gt;this phone, I've been&lt;br /&gt;listening to th radio&lt;br /&gt;and stay up late.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; that's where I found out&lt;br /&gt;that a lot of th O lvl&lt;br /&gt;students in S'pore stayed&lt;br /&gt;up late also, to study.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I felt so inspired at that&lt;br /&gt;point of time, but too bad.&lt;br /&gt;I'm on th bed. Don't expect me&lt;br /&gt;to get up and grab my book. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x108/honeylover_01/27042008.jpg"width="120"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite. That's it for today.&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing else to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight readers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-5276509993446374480?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/5276509993446374480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=5276509993446374480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/5276509993446374480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/5276509993446374480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/05/truth-or-truth.html' title='TRUTH or truth'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-134726366394157494</id><published>2008-05-03T11:17:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:53:25.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>movie night part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SBv0d3dt4LI/AAAAAAAAABc/HMAin84SO9o/s1600-h/ironman2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SBv0d3dt4LI/AAAAAAAAABc/HMAin84SO9o/s200/ironman2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196015389043974322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Ironman with &lt;br /&gt;classmates at CWP. &lt;br /&gt;So we bought our tickets &lt;br /&gt;and entered the theatre. &lt;br /&gt;Aha! We did entered &lt;br /&gt;th theatre..&lt;br /&gt;BUT, its th wrong one.&lt;br /&gt;We are already seated &lt;br /&gt;and watching th movie&lt;br /&gt;and of course we &lt;br /&gt;realised something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wth? Is this th &lt;br /&gt;starting of th movie?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Then th rest of &lt;br /&gt;'em whispered to each other&lt;br /&gt;saying that we are in &lt;br /&gt;the wrong theatre. lol.&lt;br /&gt;So its Sean that we followed into th theatre.&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo, Uncle, next time wear your specs, okay? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, th movie is great. You guys should go watch it. &lt;br /&gt;It'll make you cry like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't said that th movie is sad.&lt;br /&gt;You wanna know if you would cry or not?&lt;br /&gt;Simple. WATCH IT! Heheheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After th movie, we bought our dinner&lt;br /&gt;and went to Rahmat's house...again.&lt;br /&gt;Watched a horror movie - Th Ghost Game. &lt;br /&gt;They say its not scary. Wth? &lt;br /&gt;I spend most of my time covering &lt;br /&gt;my face with th pillow when  watching &lt;br /&gt;that movie. Its th sound effect and th &lt;br /&gt;swing of th camera that made me not wanna &lt;br /&gt;see what's about to happen next. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By th time th movie ended, evryone &lt;br /&gt;is falling asleep. Pfft. Steph grab&lt;br /&gt;a pillow and had her beauty sleep in th room.&lt;br /&gt;So did Syahmi. Hahaha. Fadli grab a guitar&lt;br /&gt;and had vocal training with Afiq. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Went back home at 12.15 am &amp; Zzzzz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning &amp; &lt;br /&gt;had a talk with my dad.&lt;br /&gt;He asked if my exams is over.&lt;br /&gt;So I said no and explain to him&lt;br /&gt;that my exams will only take place&lt;br /&gt;after June holiday. He told me&lt;br /&gt;to study hard and he's kinda worried&lt;br /&gt;when he sees me going out almost everyday&lt;br /&gt;and coming back home at 12 in th morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told him not to worry about me.&lt;br /&gt;I went out with my friends for 3 days&lt;br /&gt;doesn't mean I didn't study.&lt;br /&gt;I did study on Thursday with my friends&lt;br /&gt;at Rahmat's house and I learned something.&lt;br /&gt;I hate Chemistry and I never knew a single thing.&lt;br /&gt;But thanks to th guys for teaching me, &lt;br /&gt;at least I now know something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite, I've got nothing else to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps later at night? Okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-134726366394157494?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/134726366394157494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=134726366394157494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/134726366394157494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/134726366394157494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/05/movie-night-part-3.html' title='movie night part 3'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SBv0d3dt4LI/AAAAAAAAABc/HMAin84SO9o/s72-c/ironman2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-3790711635930044010</id><published>2008-05-01T12:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:53:25.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>movie night part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt; I thought it was an exam day.&lt;br /&gt;So, I went to school empty-handed.&lt;br /&gt;(well, with my pencil-case of course)&lt;br /&gt;Yea, without any school bag or books.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha! At first I panicked.&lt;br /&gt;Then my friend said, its okay.&lt;br /&gt;At least I came to school.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, there's only a few lesson&lt;br /&gt;on that day. *Phew!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt; School seems to end rather early.&lt;br /&gt;Classmates and I went to KFC&lt;br /&gt;and had our lunch there.&lt;br /&gt;We had a big big talk from&lt;br /&gt;BGR to blablabla.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; oh, thanks to th 2 girls&lt;br /&gt;for bursting my big experience. &lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. Shh! No more ppl shall know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 7.30 I went out to meet Herman &amp; Caliz.&lt;br /&gt;We're heading to Rahmat's place&lt;br /&gt;to watch a ghost movie - Th Last Breath.&lt;br /&gt;Steph &amp; th guys rent it.&lt;br /&gt;However, I won't say that its a ghost movie.&lt;br /&gt;I think its more of a horror movie.&lt;br /&gt;With a logically twisted climax. *eerhh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SBvkf3dt4JI/AAAAAAAAABM/vHrgU3JJCoo/s1600-h/movie+nite+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SBvkf3dt4JI/AAAAAAAAABM/vHrgU3JJCoo/s200/movie+nite+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195997831217668242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so this is th 2nd movie at &lt;br /&gt;Rahmat's house. I enjoyed every &lt;br /&gt;second of it. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;We ordered Canadian pizza &lt;br /&gt;to complete our night. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Thursday and we planned to go&lt;br /&gt;study since we had our fun yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, we planned pretty well. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it is true.&lt;br /&gt;We'll learn to love our &lt;br /&gt;schoolmates even more&lt;br /&gt;as time pass by. &lt;br /&gt;Is it? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-3790711635930044010?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/3790711635930044010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=3790711635930044010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/3790711635930044010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/3790711635930044010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/05/movie-night-part-2.html' title='movie night part 2'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SBvkf3dt4JI/AAAAAAAAABM/vHrgU3JJCoo/s72-c/movie+nite+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-6813716519562891205</id><published>2008-04-28T20:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:53:25.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>study nite part 1 / oh heaven!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt; A meet up session with &lt;br /&gt;mates, Steph, Syahmi, Rahmat, Sean, Dev &amp; Aysha.&lt;br /&gt;We did some English revision.&lt;br /&gt;For once, I feel that this is a &lt;br /&gt;real reavision. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played a word game, introduced by Sean.&lt;br /&gt;Whereby we picked a word from a dictionary &lt;br /&gt;and th rest have to guess th meaning.&lt;br /&gt;After a few try, then th picker will &lt;br /&gt;tell th actual meaning. After which&lt;br /&gt;we make up a sentence using th word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, th game is very good though.&lt;br /&gt;At least we are learning some new words.&lt;br /&gt;Which is related to english. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SBvok3dt4KI/AAAAAAAAABU/YWA7TsVx6Sc/s1600-h/me+n+steph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SBvok3dt4KI/AAAAAAAAABU/YWA7TsVx6Sc/s200/me+n+steph.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196002315163525282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chill for a while after that.&lt;br /&gt;Just talk about some stuff&lt;br /&gt;which shall not be elaborate(d) any further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt; Damn it! I guess I screw&lt;br /&gt;El paper. Hah! I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, after exam, I went over to&lt;br /&gt;Steph's place. Heh. We're having a feast.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, we're eating like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph got this survey thingy and....*cut&lt;br /&gt;So we ordered a huge meal &amp; eat,&lt;br /&gt;listen to some music, watch MTV&lt;br /&gt;laughing at Steph funny + cute&lt;br /&gt;birthday photos ever since she's 2 yrs old.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha!! Okay, I'm still laughing now.&lt;br /&gt;Haah! Steph, steph!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I helped her straighten her hair.&lt;br /&gt;Which turn out to be so so *f gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;*Nice hair, bitch.* LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I can't share some&lt;br /&gt;thing just yet cos' th photo is with Steph.&lt;br /&gt;Soon pls steph. Hehehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'll loose here.&lt;br /&gt;Adios, amigos e amigas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-6813716519562891205?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/6813716519562891205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=6813716519562891205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/6813716519562891205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/6813716519562891205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-heaven.html' title='study nite part 1 / oh heaven!'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SBvok3dt4KI/AAAAAAAAABU/YWA7TsVx6Sc/s72-c/me+n+steph.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-3200002264472509094</id><published>2008-04-26T14:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T16:30:55.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ok bye</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt; Head back home after skul.&lt;br /&gt;Was surfing the net when I got news&lt;br /&gt;that classmates will be crashing Rahmat's crib.&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna catch a movie there. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, then I got ready &amp; met Steph &lt;br /&gt;at her bus stop. Took 962 and met the rest at&lt;br /&gt;coffeeshop nearby. We bought dinner &amp; &lt;br /&gt;unresistable chocolates. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie - Love is Cinta - started at 9.30&lt;br /&gt;Well, indeed its sad but then with &lt;br /&gt;Caliz around, we take in lotsa crap&lt;br /&gt;and were mocking about th unrealistic &lt;br /&gt;computerised thingy they did &lt;br /&gt;in the movie. Lol. Its so funny la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm supposed to cry!"&lt;br /&gt;That's what Caliz expected.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah rite. *eyes-rolling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Rahmat's sister is soo adorable.&lt;br /&gt;I love her hair.&lt;br /&gt;So soft and gentle and nice and...*cut*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, it ended at 11.30 and &lt;br /&gt;we went home straight after that. &lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed my day though.&lt;br /&gt;Its th first time I watch a movie&lt;br /&gt;at a friend house with many other &lt;br /&gt;of my friends along. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I really hope for more. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm off. *bounce*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-3200002264472509094?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/3200002264472509094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=3200002264472509094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/3200002264472509094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/3200002264472509094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/04/ok-bye.html' title='ok bye'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-9161029192873872148</id><published>2008-04-24T20:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T21:08:47.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feel the pressure, mothafucker.</title><content type='html'>I ended school early today.&lt;br /&gt;You see, I made a wise decision. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, supposely I must stay back.&lt;br /&gt;What for? Well, basically, today is Mt Oral day.&lt;br /&gt;But then, during lesson my teacher&lt;br /&gt;wanted to start th oral and she called&lt;br /&gt;one by one and ask if they want to do&lt;br /&gt;it during lesson or after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many opted for after school. But not me!!&lt;br /&gt;I just can't afford to stay back today.&lt;br /&gt;Too tired to stay back. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I'm just glad that I did what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home and snore for like 6 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha!! I can't help it!&lt;br /&gt;I was dead flat okayy?! Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, a friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;She did some piercing.&lt;br /&gt;At th eyebrow. Haaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Its super cute &amp; super sleek.&lt;br /&gt;It gave me a thought of doing it.&lt;br /&gt;Its just a thought though.&lt;br /&gt;*today?* *tmrw?* *june holiday?*&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Okay la! Its just a damn thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm wide awake, I'll be&lt;br /&gt;doing my homework and revision.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I could do it.&lt;br /&gt;Wait, &lt;strong&gt;I can do it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5N1 policy - Positive thinking! ;)&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehh. Alrite, I'll be gone now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;p/s : I knew it wasn't you.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I typed - "I didn't mean what I said" ;)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-9161029192873872148?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/9161029192873872148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=9161029192873872148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/9161029192873872148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/9161029192873872148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/04/feel-pressure-mothafucker.html' title='feel the pressure, mothafucker.'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-8714696836843802999</id><published>2008-04-23T16:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T17:01:10.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all-most new</title><content type='html'>I changed my blogskin, again.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck stitch, I think th layout is cute.(:&lt;br /&gt;However, I don't know how long I could survive &lt;br /&gt;with this one. Let's hope its long enuf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept on changing places&lt;br /&gt;in class. Well, it is very irritating.&lt;br /&gt;These Chinese girls always&lt;br /&gt;sit in my blady seats.&lt;br /&gt;You guys can take it aniway.&lt;br /&gt;Cos those seats are cursed!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. I kept on falling asleep there.&lt;br /&gt;So I guess its good to move outta there. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was okay. I've improvised&lt;br /&gt;on my writing skills.&lt;br /&gt;Which I won't be used for blogging,&lt;br /&gt;cos my sentences will turn out to&lt;br /&gt;be longer than what its supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;&amp; you guys won't be able to understand&lt;br /&gt;what th hell I'm telling you. Cool? Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, Steph will be coming over&lt;br /&gt;to do some homework + revisions.&lt;br /&gt;Then we will go to Civic&lt;br /&gt;and stoning for all we care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'm giving myself a break.&lt;br /&gt;Just need some time off.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes its nice to just take a stroll&lt;br /&gt;&amp; enjoy th night's cool weather&lt;br /&gt;blowing gently against your skin.&lt;br /&gt;Aaaah! Th breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite, I'll be getting ready now. Tara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-8714696836843802999?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/8714696836843802999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=8714696836843802999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/8714696836843802999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/8714696836843802999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/04/all-most-new.html' title='all-most new'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-546923523044548742</id><published>2008-04-21T11:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T11:13:57.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>next stop!</title><content type='html'>Didn't go to school today &lt;br /&gt;due to some reason. Hehehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday afternoon&lt;br /&gt;I went out to IMM&lt;br /&gt;with brother-in-law,&lt;br /&gt;3 sisters and Uncle Romy.&lt;br /&gt;We went for groceries shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we had our &lt;br /&gt;dinner at Geylang.&lt;br /&gt;As usual, we ordered&lt;br /&gt;B-I-L all time favourite,&lt;br /&gt;Ikan leleh dishes.&lt;br /&gt;Talked among ourselves&lt;br /&gt;and just enjoy th night's cool weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 10 plus B-I-L bring&lt;br /&gt;us for an excursion.&lt;br /&gt;Excursion to th dark lorong in Geylang.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Its funny la.&lt;br /&gt;As he's driving, he talked like a tour guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As you know.....Geylang is a famous site..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then sisters asked him questions&lt;br /&gt;in a childish tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ey, Uncle what is that building?"&lt;br /&gt;(pointing to Hotel 81)&lt;br /&gt;"Why th hotel like that one? So cheap huh?"&lt;br /&gt;"Eh! Why this building got same name one huh?"&lt;br /&gt;"Why I only see men here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIL: Wait! Later in front there got womens port.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he drives on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIL: Haah! This is China-land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; he drives on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIL: This is Indonesian-land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why th girl all surround this car?"&lt;br /&gt;"First prize car one ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. Its kinda fun&lt;br /&gt;getting to go out with sisters &lt;br /&gt;like this whereby we just&lt;br /&gt;chill and play pretend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite. Its time for me to go home. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-546923523044548742?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/546923523044548742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=546923523044548742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/546923523044548742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/546923523044548742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/04/next-stop.html' title='next stop!'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-1688722613501687848</id><published>2008-04-20T16:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T08:50:37.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i didn't mean what i said</title><content type='html'>Many things have occurred for th past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Let me elaborate further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16 April&lt;/strong&gt; My classmates discovered &lt;br /&gt;that we could actually listen to loud music in class.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to th stereo and some connections.&lt;br /&gt;Damn! Its as if we're in th club. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing beats th club right!?!&lt;br /&gt;Right. Its just some bombastic news&lt;br /&gt;to share with you guys, by th way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18 April&lt;/strong&gt; Sports Day!!!&lt;br /&gt;Met Steph at Wdld Int.&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally, Afiq was there too.&lt;br /&gt;So we went there but we were late.&lt;br /&gt;We started off with th march pass.&lt;br /&gt;We carried our mask &amp; together along with &lt;br /&gt;some cheers. It was funny though.&lt;br /&gt;The cheer is like soo lame la. &lt;br /&gt;But heck, we just get along with it.&lt;br /&gt;Our class sell some food and drinks,&lt;br /&gt;for both students and teachers.&lt;br /&gt;Sales was good. We manage to sell off &lt;br /&gt;all th drinks but not th food.&lt;br /&gt;If not we manage to sell all of it&lt;br /&gt;but Ms Chua went out to get more stuff.&lt;br /&gt;So there's some hu-ha here &amp; there.&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed th race but most of th time&lt;br /&gt;we just chilled. At the end of th event,&lt;br /&gt;we were pronounced as Class Champion.&lt;br /&gt;Proud? Hell yeah! This is like th first time.&lt;br /&gt;Th first time to feel united with my 2nd family.&lt;br /&gt;We took some photos and spread th love yaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that very night itself, I met up&lt;br /&gt;with Ikah, Aysha, Audrey, Nur Syahmi &amp; 5N1 mates.&lt;br /&gt;I called this night a meet up session.&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot of ppl I saw on this day.&lt;br /&gt;I saw Gegel and her 2 other fren.&lt;br /&gt;I saw Shidique when I went home.&lt;br /&gt;I saw former 4E1 students.&lt;br /&gt;I saw Faridah, Intan and thier 2 other fren also.&lt;br /&gt;Who else? I bet there's some other ppl.&lt;br /&gt;Aysha saw her ex-mates too. Right? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20 April&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x108/honeylover_01/sisters01.jpg"width="250"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry too.&lt;br /&gt;I miss all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you are on depression.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I left to give you more space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-1688722613501687848?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/1688722613501687848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=1688722613501687848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/1688722613501687848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/1688722613501687848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-didnt-mean-what-i-said.html' title='i didn&apos;t mean what i said'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-3891538474200366835</id><published>2008-04-15T20:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T21:13:43.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whack out.</title><content type='html'>Wassup bitches! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell ya'll wassup with my day.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, school was a whack!&lt;br /&gt;Why? Donnoe. Somehow along th day,&lt;br /&gt;I felt sleepy &amp; nearly doze off.&lt;br /&gt;With much much help from Steph for &lt;br /&gt;spreading th unwanted aura. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, after school we had a Malay test.&lt;br /&gt;I really hope I "aced" it this time round.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, my marks for Malay is getting lower.&lt;br /&gt;I left th room after I finished th paper.&lt;br /&gt;Thought of going home when th others &lt;br /&gt;told that they are going to start making th &lt;br /&gt;mask for sports day already. So, I stayed back&lt;br /&gt;to help. Well, sort of! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we played this game whereby&lt;br /&gt;we are supposed to guess what a person&lt;br /&gt;drew. Its not simple though cos th&lt;br /&gt;picture will be drawn from either th&lt;br /&gt;top view or side view. Make a guess la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite, then when we want to go home,&lt;br /&gt;we went by th backgate. By th time its &lt;br /&gt;already 6pm &amp; we know that th gate has been locked.&lt;br /&gt;Later Irfan went on...(describing you th scene)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(th office lady want to go home &amp; walking towards th backgate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irfan: Ey, jom ah ikut aku! Kite balek jalan blakang!&lt;br /&gt;(by this time, we were eyeing on th office lady.)&lt;br /&gt;(yes! irfan is soo th siak! nk balek pon kene cui² office lady pe?!)&lt;br /&gt;Afiq(member ngan Irfan): Eiyh, jalan ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? We were all "mengekor-ing" th office lady from behind.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine ah! Klakar kan. Ade je nnt org tu pusing nmpk&lt;br /&gt;budak² ramai² ikut die dari blakang! HAHAHA! I tell you! We were &lt;br /&gt;like escorting her from behind. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Irfan &amp; Afiq talking to th office lady)&lt;br /&gt;(I think th office lady know and allow us to go from th backgate)&lt;br /&gt;(TIME SAVING BABE!)&lt;br /&gt;Irfan: Ah nie sume nk jalan blakang dh mintak permission blom?&lt;br /&gt;(I think that's what Afiq said also. heee!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay then me &amp; Nurrisha was talking.&lt;br /&gt;Kalau nie mcm, every day ah kite tunggu die &lt;br /&gt;kat backgate. But 1 minute earlier, &lt;br /&gt;5.59pm kene ade kat situ. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ya know what's funnier? English.&lt;br /&gt;I'll bounce cos I got EL hmwk to be done!&lt;br /&gt;Heeeeeee! Tara! :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-3891538474200366835?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/3891538474200366835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=3891538474200366835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/3891538474200366835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/3891538474200366835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/04/whack-out.html' title='whack out.'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-7884732295803050056</id><published>2008-04-13T11:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T12:18:49.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deeerrrhhh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x108/honeylover_01/CIMG36841.jpg"width="350"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've heard about it.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Aunt place yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Bought fag first &amp; went off.&lt;br /&gt;Meet cousins at Lot 1.&lt;br /&gt;There's cousin Jali, Ah Boi &amp; Farah.&lt;br /&gt;So Ah Boi, I guess that's your&lt;br /&gt;birthday present ay? &lt;br /&gt;I'll still wait for 22/4.&lt;br /&gt;I dun care. A deal is a deal! &lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, we window-shop-ed&lt;br /&gt;and I've found just th right&lt;br /&gt;place to buy all my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Well not all of it. SOME.&lt;br /&gt;I soo can't wait for th &lt;br /&gt;time to come. Hehehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, we bought our&lt;br /&gt;necessary ladies items.&lt;br /&gt;That is my eye-liner and &lt;br /&gt;Titi's nude lip-gloss.&lt;br /&gt;We walked &amp; made a stop at&lt;br /&gt;McCafe. Double Choc for me.&lt;br /&gt;Caramel Frappe for Titi &amp; Ah boi.&lt;br /&gt;Mocha for Farah. Was it Mocha? &lt;br /&gt;I guess so. Hehehehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;CRAP.CRAP.CRAP.CRAP.CRAP.CRAP.CRAP.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, seriously, I really&lt;br /&gt;have nothing to blog about this days.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, its cos' nothing intresting&lt;br /&gt;happened to me. This is what happened&lt;br /&gt;for th past few weeks. Well, not including&lt;br /&gt;last week. Hehh. Besides that, I'll be&lt;br /&gt;roting at home. &amp; Sunday will be my &lt;br /&gt;homework day. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORED.ROTING.LAME.STONED.SILENCE.DARK.DROOL.WRINKLE.&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN.WONDERS.OF.THE.WORLD.UNDONE.FRIENDS.WHAT.WHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sorry, crap mode activated. &lt;br /&gt;So, basically, that's th stuff&lt;br /&gt;that comes to my mind whenever&lt;br /&gt;its weekends. Hang out, anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-7884732295803050056?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/7884732295803050056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=7884732295803050056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/7884732295803050056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/7884732295803050056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/04/deeerrrhhh.html' title='deeerrrhhh...'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-4117377519484930479</id><published>2008-04-12T15:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T16:25:25.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mary had a little lamb</title><content type='html'>He..he..Hello ya'll. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;So, dear Aunt Zizah got to check out&lt;br /&gt;of hospital yesterday.(dh mcm hotel plak)&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna go visit her today.&lt;br /&gt;I hope she's doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt; Woke up at 5.30am &amp; get myself ready.&lt;br /&gt;I'm meeting Raja &amp; Azura at Wdld Int.&lt;br /&gt;We're going to school cos' today there's&lt;br /&gt;Prize Presentation Ceremony&lt;br /&gt;&amp; we're gonna be there to see our cadets&lt;br /&gt;march. It took us a very short &lt;br /&gt;period to teach the sec one's.&lt;br /&gt;Tired? Hell yeah but it all paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after they have done the march pass&lt;br /&gt;they went to a classroom - lepak session.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. We just chill and talk among ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;Talk about future course and what they expect&lt;br /&gt;from each camp and blablablabla.&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh! I forgot! The Guest of Honour is Sharon Ismail.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the actress, Sharon Ismail.&lt;br /&gt;She's an ex-fuchun student, she top O lvl in th yr 1990 &lt;br /&gt;and she took Chinese for her second language.&lt;br /&gt;Chey! Chey! Macam buat research gituu! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to lepak-ing session.&lt;br /&gt;Erh, where was I? Aniway, later th specs&lt;br /&gt;all went to NCC room. They changed &amp;&lt;br /&gt;just chill for a little longer.&lt;br /&gt;Listen to Raja playing his guitar.&lt;br /&gt;While listening to some real tune,&lt;br /&gt;out of sudden, th tune changed.&lt;br /&gt;Guess to what rythm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nursery Rhyme la babe!&lt;br /&gt;Cute kan?! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, after that, Hakim and I&lt;br /&gt;went to Woodland Centre to get us&lt;br /&gt;some stuff. Haha. Then we went for lunch&lt;br /&gt;&amp; finally went home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay², I'll bounce.&lt;br /&gt;Need to go change &amp; visit Auntie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-4117377519484930479?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/4117377519484930479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=4117377519484930479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/4117377519484930479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/4117377519484930479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/04/mary-had-little-lamb.html' title='mary had a little lamb'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-270002803493297941</id><published>2008-04-09T20:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T21:37:16.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>worried. sick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x108/honeylover_01/mates02.jpg"width="300"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home to know that mum is not at home.&lt;br /&gt;She went to Alexandra Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;My Aunt Zizah got admitted due to some&lt;br /&gt;sickness. I'm worried about her.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Must have been about her diet.&lt;br /&gt;I guess. Cos' she's forcing herself &lt;br /&gt;not to eat, saying that she wanna be thin.&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo Auntie! You are already thin!&lt;br /&gt;Better take care of yourself okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to go out for dinner&lt;br /&gt;with family tonite.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, dad's busy &amp; we can't go.&lt;br /&gt;It's okay though cos' I got some&lt;br /&gt;stuff to do at home. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, I don't really have &lt;br /&gt;things to blog about. &lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! I bought an Esprit Hood&lt;br /&gt;from Nurul Neea's blogshop.&lt;br /&gt;You guys should check it out!&lt;br /&gt;Hehehh. Th dress are soo gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite. I'll lose it here. Tara!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-270002803493297941?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/270002803493297941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=270002803493297941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/270002803493297941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/270002803493297941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/04/worried-sick.html' title='worried. sick.'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-3804198215876056445</id><published>2008-04-07T22:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T22:55:06.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>almost new.</title><content type='html'>Hey! Been busy lately.&lt;br /&gt;Doing nothing for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from school&lt;br /&gt;and from accompany-ing sis&lt;br /&gt;go buy her stuff for her new home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I came down to &lt;br /&gt;help out for th parade rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;Well, they are doing great for sure.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to give them&lt;br /&gt;something new &amp; refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;Chey, chey! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, after school, Mum called.&lt;br /&gt;She asked me where am I.&lt;br /&gt;I told her that I'm still in school&lt;br /&gt;going back home soon.&lt;br /&gt;She asked if I wanted to meet&lt;br /&gt;at Causeway Point as my sister,&lt;br /&gt;1st &amp; 2nd brother-in law with his &lt;br /&gt;friend and mum have just finished&lt;br /&gt;their rounding in Courts. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I bus-ed there with Raja and Afiq.&lt;br /&gt;Meet them outside Courts and 2nd B-I-L&lt;br /&gt;gave me a $200 bill. Weeeee!&lt;br /&gt;Its a must to get my hands on &lt;br /&gt;my pwetty please list! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I'm soo soo happy.&lt;br /&gt;Hey Steph, I can pay back my debts (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay! I'm going off soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Neea, I want that hoody! I'm supporting you okay! :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-3804198215876056445?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/3804198215876056445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=3804198215876056445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/3804198215876056445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/3804198215876056445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/04/almost-new_07.html' title='almost new.'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-6993961909773137525</id><published>2008-04-06T20:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T20:19:14.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you.</title><content type='html'>Its been long since I went out &lt;br /&gt;to town with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, I tag along with &lt;br /&gt;Steph to town and meet her friends.&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of th old times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really nice to see that&lt;br /&gt;there's still many fun ppl here.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I thank Steph for letting me&lt;br /&gt;feel this for th last time.&lt;br /&gt;Cos' I know I won't get to do it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Its so different being with them.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I swear I don't feel awkward &lt;br /&gt;to laugh along with them.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Steph :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I feel so proud&lt;br /&gt;due to some reasons which &lt;br /&gt;I shall not elaborate here.&lt;br /&gt;Steph knew about it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I went out to buy&lt;br /&gt;my new school shoe.&lt;br /&gt;For only 10 dollar. &lt;br /&gt;Cheap ones will do.&lt;br /&gt;Hahha. Cousin all came by&lt;br /&gt;my house and they are now outside&lt;br /&gt;to Bukit Gombak to have dinner.&lt;br /&gt;So here I am alone at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite. I'll stop here.&lt;br /&gt;I got some stuff to do :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-6993961909773137525?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/6993961909773137525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=6993961909773137525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/6993961909773137525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/6993961909773137525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you.'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-5163501262389346158</id><published>2008-04-05T11:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T12:25:46.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one for all, all for one</title><content type='html'>School was okay.&lt;br /&gt;Chem t'cher brought wine and beer to class.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Its just for demonstrations.&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, th day ended fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azura and Saleha came down to school&lt;br /&gt;to see th NCC juniors.&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, this I gotta tell.&lt;br /&gt;Some t'cher think that she's all that.&lt;br /&gt;Know what? She ain't gonna matter.&lt;br /&gt;Cos' she never did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some demonstration were given.&lt;br /&gt;From th sec 2's in th middle &lt;br /&gt;of th parade square(NPCC).&lt;br /&gt;She said "please" to us.&lt;br /&gt;At least my sec one's can march.&lt;br /&gt;Only sec one's. &amp; ya know what? &lt;br /&gt;They are going to be pro in it.&lt;br /&gt;Cos' I guarantee them.&lt;br /&gt;I am willing to sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;my time for them &amp; so are they.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all ended at 7 plus.&lt;br /&gt;Reached home &amp; get a shower.&lt;br /&gt;At 9.25pm went out and meet Steph.&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna get a spear and a stud.&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna poke ourselves! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, we're gonna get a tongue pierce.&lt;br /&gt;Steph already got her's.&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, she did it herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I can't get mine&lt;br /&gt;just yet cos' I got some nerve in&lt;br /&gt;th middle of my tounge.&lt;br /&gt;They say I gotta have it 'senget'.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind though.&lt;br /&gt;Cos' I donnoe what I got myself into&lt;br /&gt;by promising Steph that if she won't&lt;br /&gt;cry when she do it, I'll do it.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Check out her &lt;a href="http://daffodil-kisses.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; to see &lt;br /&gt;her damn cool ass stud stuck on her&lt;br /&gt;tongue. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post again if there's anything else :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-5163501262389346158?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/5163501262389346158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=5163501262389346158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/5163501262389346158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/5163501262389346158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-for-all-all-for-one.html' title='one for all, all for one'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-3201296010090807726</id><published>2008-04-03T19:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T19:29:53.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goo goo ga ga</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x108/honeylover_01/mates01.jpg"width="350"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today school's been fun. Right. Caliz and I were almost late. Took 913 bus to Causeway, when th bus broke down half way. Met Caliz at 7:02am. Haha. We went to McDonald and get some hashbrown then we board th bus 912. By then we knew that we're gonna be late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, th moment we alight, we ran across th road to reach school. Unfortunately, they were taking th pledge. I didn't know how, but we were actually on time! Lol. Then we had to sit behind for th on-time-ers. Hey, guess what? Syahmi and Thiviya was there too! HAHA. (I know you know that you don't know them. Rite.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, let's skip th lesson part. So, after school, tutorials was cancelled. Yes, all of 'em. So we were just letting time pass by us. We(th malay boys and girls plus Sean and Namdev) chilled in class and took many pictures using th class projector, which can capture pictures. We took sooo many that there's no more space left. Haha. T'cher is sooo gonna get pissed off when she knew about it and we are soo gonna be dead! After that, we were supposed to go for study sessions but we stayed in class and play R-O-C-K. Haha. It was soo fun and many secrets and truth have been spilled out. Huhu. We ended our game when we received a shocking news from Wati. Th class was Chaotic at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, we went home after that. Overall, today was fun. I had a good good laugh with my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. My post is kinda lame for today. Seriously, I really don't know what to write. How about I tell you that I can massage people? HAHA. Its been a knowledge that my siblings share ever since we were young. Well, we may not be as good but at least we know how to do it. Like duhh.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Basically, that's all for today. Catch ya'll later. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-3201296010090807726?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/3201296010090807726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=3201296010090807726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/3201296010090807726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/3201296010090807726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/04/goo-goo-ga-ga.html' title='goo goo ga ga'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-2372796659935163566</id><published>2008-04-01T19:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T21:21:47.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Full engaged mode.</title><content type='html'>Been watching Stomp The Yard at YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;Well, this movie makes my motivation &lt;br /&gt;shoots up real high for sure.&lt;br /&gt;Their determination to win,&lt;br /&gt;their self-discipline and &lt;br /&gt;responsibilities towards their &lt;br /&gt;everyday life and their loved ones&lt;br /&gt;is inspiring enough for me to move on&lt;br /&gt;and do my best for my O level. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I'm not lying! &lt;br /&gt;Plus I also get to see my all time &lt;br /&gt;favourite part, th dance steps.&lt;br /&gt;So inspiring. &amp; ya know what?&lt;br /&gt;I feel like drinking Starbucks or &lt;br /&gt;Double Chocolate from McCafe.&lt;br /&gt;Omg! So mouth-watering!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, loose th crap.&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, school ended early today.&lt;br /&gt;Which is a yippee! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Only had english tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went home with Steph and&lt;br /&gt;we talked about some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. Oh yes, I thought of having&lt;br /&gt;a pierce. Its not about being cool.&lt;br /&gt;Its about some other reason&lt;br /&gt;which I have. Okay, its for fun la.&lt;br /&gt;I have other reasons besides that.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. I &lt;strong&gt;THINK&lt;/strong&gt; I'll do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite now. Time to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-2372796659935163566?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/2372796659935163566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=2372796659935163566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/2372796659935163566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/2372796659935163566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/04/full-engaged-mode-activated.html' title='Full engaged mode.'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-8624990127464298911</id><published>2008-03-30T11:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T13:55:30.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>once more</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x108/honeylover_01/nanee04.jpg"width="250"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, I woke up early on this Sunday morning. Hahaha. Yesterday, we had Maths class. Unfortunately, my accounts teacher was not feeling well and her lesson had to be cancelled. Aniways, after school, we(me and my mates) walked together to Teh Tarik and had our lunch there. We planned for a class outing - swimming part 2. Heh. We set th time and place to meet up. Well, its a fast and easy planning. Everyone agreed without much hesitation. So, its all set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head back home and meet up at 2pm. Raihan was there too. &amp; so is Steph. Haha. Obviously, there are some people who don't understand th meaning of 2 o'clock. &amp; th rest have to wait for about..er, 1 hour! Haha. No offence,(Steph/Raihan). lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, when everyone have arrived, we bus-ed down to Jurong. Reached there and we were so eager. Especially th guys. They change so fast! Unlike us, th ladies. Need to find cubicle la, take picture la. HAHAHA! Okay like, what?. We're girls rite. Th frustrating part is when we need to keep our things in th locker. We stuff all our bags which is 4 of 'em, including our slippers, in one small bllaady locker.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily Jannah knows how to do it. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, then we went to th wave pool and play th R-O-C-K thing again. Later th wave started and Steph is just so impatient. Haha. She went all "huh? where? what? like that only?". Lol. Then, we went to th very corner of th pool, where th wave is much higher. &amp; we have to jump or else we'll be under water and cannot breath. That's what happen to Steph. &amp; I just can't stop laughing looking at her face whenever she got hit by th big wave. Even as I'm typing now I kept laughing. Haiyh..Steph, Steph!&lt;br /&gt;&amp; then she'll go "Aini! Stop laughing! Stop laughing!" HAHAHA! &amp; whenever I grab her onto me, I will go down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Th funniest part is when th wave ended and they wanted to play th slide. I die die dowan to play that cos' th last time I play that, I nearly got a heart attack. I was gasping for air when I went down that blady fucking fast flowing water thing you know! It was a nightmare! NIGHTMARE! &amp; I wouldn't want to try it ever again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(cricket sound)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so that was not th funniest part. Th funniest part is when Steph was holding my hand and walking fast/running eagerly to th slide part and I was like "I dowan! I dowan!" Hahaha. Th next thing we knew, we fell down. Th tile was slippery and my foot slip and lost balance. I fell down first &amp; since we were holding hands(okay, eww!), I pull her down together with me. Hahaha. Its so funny cos' I could see her fall down from below(after I fall down). &amp; we were lying down and just laughing our ass off. By th way, it didn't hurt. Right Steph? I think its cos' when you fall down with your fren and it seems so funny, th pain just go away :) Steph didn't realise that her chin was blueblack. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few rounds of playing th slide, excluding me, we went back to wave pool and play R-O-C-K again. This time forfeit is sharing dirty little secrets. Haha. Th questions are soo fucking humourous. Dammit. Whatever it is, what is being said in th pool, stays in th pool. Shh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all th swimming we had our dinner and then bus-ed back to Woodlands. Sit next to Uli and listen to some songs. My earpiece just can't fit into his ear. HAHA! Then Steph, Syahmi, Afiq and me chill for a while at coffeeshop while th rest went back home. They watch soccer there. Mcm tkde tv aje kat rumah. Aniways, we were just letting time pass by us. By th time, its already 11 plus going to 12 by 7 min. Wah! So accurate! HAHA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Steph for accompanying me to th bus stop which is not so far away as someone thought it was. So confident siak! lol. Aniway, I owe you one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I don't have th photos of us. You may see it at Steph's &lt;a href="http://daffodil-kisses.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite, see ya'll when next time comes. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-8624990127464298911?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/8624990127464298911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=8624990127464298911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/8624990127464298911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/8624990127464298911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/03/once-more.html' title='once more'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-1883537218143221209</id><published>2008-03-28T20:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T21:27:04.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is conquered by ups &amp; downs.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wish to elaborate further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had English and Accounts test today.&lt;br /&gt;It made my brain feel squeezed&lt;br /&gt;and compressed. HAHA! Craps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniway, after school, had lunch with &lt;br /&gt;Steph and talked about some stuff which&lt;br /&gt;I haven't thought of for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;That's not th important part by th way.&lt;br /&gt;However, it is at a certain extent. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that.............&lt;br /&gt;OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this starts to freak me out.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm doing or where I went&lt;br /&gt;after that and what or who am I looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Th next thing I remembered is that I was &lt;br /&gt;standing with Sakinah outside NCC room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, later I helped them with some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Distribute th juniors uniform and teach&lt;br /&gt;them how to wear it. I feel that their batch&lt;br /&gt;can really get along well and go with th flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not th main point by th way..&lt;br /&gt;Later I prepare them for th important event - Parade.&lt;br /&gt;Well, they are pretty good. Fast learners.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Which made my job much easier.&lt;br /&gt;We just needed some more practice &lt;br /&gt;and they are all set to go. :)&lt;br /&gt;&amp; some t'chers are just too much.&lt;br /&gt;One word. Hypocrite. I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard some news from my cadets&lt;br /&gt;that they were told that my juniors are lousy.&lt;br /&gt;Hello?! Like who are you to judge?&lt;br /&gt;Are you telling me that we did not do enough&lt;br /&gt;to prepare them? You watch your own cadets&lt;br /&gt;and judge them. If they are "perfectionist"&lt;br /&gt;then you come and tell me that my cadets are lousy.&lt;br /&gt;You have not seen th standard that &lt;br /&gt;we could and have set before.&lt;br /&gt;So, zip up and walk away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. Finally. I've spill it out here.&lt;br /&gt;Currently chatting with Caliz.&lt;br /&gt;Heah. She's one crappy mama.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. &amp; she's emo and great &lt;br /&gt;and just purely crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. For th first time ever, there's&lt;br /&gt;gonna be class tmrw, Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Just like th old days ey? &lt;br /&gt;Sooo classic. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite now. Astala vista.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-1883537218143221209?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/1883537218143221209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=1883537218143221209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/1883537218143221209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/1883537218143221209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/03/today-is-conquered-by-ups-downs.html' title=''/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-4147133434574898044</id><published>2008-03-26T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T20:46:37.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wawaweewa</title><content type='html'>Hello. Perhaps today there's some &lt;br /&gt;story for me to write. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School? Just fine. &lt;br /&gt;Aishah finally decided to make a come back&lt;br /&gt;to school. Its been, er..nearly 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;since she last went to school.&lt;br /&gt;English was debate-able. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, I did not doze off&lt;br /&gt;during Chemistry lesson today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(cricket sound)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! So I took about 3 mins of nap.&lt;br /&gt;Big deal. Its not like I produce &lt;br /&gt;some sound or erh..liquid. &lt;br /&gt;Its more polite. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, after school we had this&lt;br /&gt;Malay Poetry Workshop. Its at East Coast.&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing about this event is &lt;br /&gt;that: We were thinking..&lt;br /&gt;What kind of workshop is being held @ ECP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahha. There's th beauty of it.&lt;br /&gt;Marilah kite bersantai di tepi pantai.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. &amp; so we went there and we waited &lt;br /&gt;for th host. Make a guess, who's coming?&lt;br /&gt;Its Nuradee(sp?)! Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite, they're kinda funny. Kinda.&lt;br /&gt;Then we learnt about Poetry.&lt;br /&gt;Again, its such a big duhh.&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, we made this pantun or sajak,&lt;br /&gt;which ever way it is being called&lt;br /&gt;&amp; we won th best group to present it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, while we were listening to them,&lt;br /&gt;I heard this grp of boys calling &lt;br /&gt;out to my t'cher. Surprisingly, its Izzat, Hafiz &lt;br /&gt;and another guy whose close to them. &lt;br /&gt;Their neighbour I guess? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Together with a grp of girls. &lt;br /&gt;Chey..mesti mataer kan. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, they were cycling then they&lt;br /&gt;stop by and had a very small convo.&lt;br /&gt;I only get to laugh at them and smile.&lt;br /&gt;Its been a long time since we last talked.&lt;br /&gt;To think of it, its such a small world, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; so th thing ended at arnd 5 plus?&lt;br /&gt;We only reach school at 6 plus.&lt;br /&gt;Neverthless, I think its memorable :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite. I'll bounce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-4147133434574898044?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/4147133434574898044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=4147133434574898044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/4147133434574898044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/4147133434574898044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/03/wawaweewa.html' title='wawaweewa'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-5547803846625150522</id><published>2008-03-24T22:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T22:43:06.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what goes arnd comes arnd</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I guess some of you&lt;br /&gt;may have heard th shocking news from&lt;br /&gt;TitiJepun. Oh heck, I'm still&lt;br /&gt;gonna blog about it aniway..&lt;br /&gt;for th sake of th rest. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on th Sunday newpaper I think,&lt;br /&gt;there's this news of a guy got hit by&lt;br /&gt;a taxi then a van, rite?&lt;br /&gt;&amp; that th police found a parang with him.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, talking about parang..(so not A.D.D!)&lt;br /&gt;Cuzzy Faliq got parang-ed by a guy.&lt;br /&gt;Really, I was shocked upon hearing &lt;br /&gt;th news, my heart went "exercising"&lt;br /&gt;from here to Johor! HAHA. oKAY!&lt;br /&gt;What I meant was my heart was thumping la!&lt;br /&gt;He got 10 stiches on th head. Poor you, ah boi!&lt;br /&gt;May God have mercy to th guy who did this to you, Faliq.&lt;br /&gt;Haha..and what's up with that guy? I dun wanna know.&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, wah! Faliq terror sey! &lt;br /&gt;Makan ape eh, jadi kuat mcm ni? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once dreamt of my cuz died. I told my dad &lt;br /&gt;about it and he asked if th body is buried,&lt;br /&gt;and I said yes. Then dad said long live.&lt;br /&gt;As in panjang umur in malay. See Faliq?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! Okay, let's not brag! &lt;br /&gt;Faliq, faliq! What Titi said is true.&lt;br /&gt;You are a one 'kepale batu punye budak'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              *****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; today was super bored that I slept th &lt;br /&gt;moment I came back from school.&lt;br /&gt;Well, my day was okay though.&lt;br /&gt;However, I don't feel like blogging &lt;br /&gt;about my day today. Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;Cos' I don't have th reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I really appreciate&lt;br /&gt;those who came by my blog often&lt;br /&gt;like Nurul Neea or Steph. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;But I think I'm going to lost &lt;br /&gt;th aura of blogging soon, which&lt;br /&gt;I hope it won't happen.&lt;br /&gt;I'll only come back to blog if&lt;br /&gt;I manage to find a time okay.&lt;br /&gt;No worries, I'll come by to urs aite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I think I have to &lt;br /&gt;pace up in school studies. &lt;br /&gt;For now, so far so good. &lt;br /&gt;I'm trying my best to win over&lt;br /&gt;th pressure and take control&lt;br /&gt;of th work for every subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Steph, I hope you're doing fine too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's th end. I'll bounce.&lt;br /&gt;Nite lovelies :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-5547803846625150522?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/5547803846625150522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=5547803846625150522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/5547803846625150522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/5547803846625150522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-goes-arnd-comes-arnd.html' title='what goes arnd comes arnd'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-688929203882511364</id><published>2008-03-22T17:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T19:36:52.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its in my blood</title><content type='html'>Time check: 7.33pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently at home with bro.&lt;br /&gt;Been discovering some stuff&lt;br /&gt;in Photoshop and I did this &lt;br /&gt;some sort of Bio for my friedster&lt;br /&gt;profile. Well, I don't think &lt;br /&gt;its quite good though. But hey,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a first a timer alrite.&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll take things slow.&lt;br /&gt;The brushes are all so pret-tay.&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing another one.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps for Sally? &lt;br /&gt;Hey Sally, check this out! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x108/honeylover_01/sallyfrenster.jpg"width="350"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like it, I'll pass it on to you.&lt;br /&gt;Go online, like duhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, still waiting for mum and dad&lt;br /&gt;to come home. Meanwhile, I'll be&lt;br /&gt;doing some thinking and finishing my work.&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe. Okay, I'll bounce.&lt;br /&gt;Nite lovelies ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-688929203882511364?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/688929203882511364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=688929203882511364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/688929203882511364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/688929203882511364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-in-my-blood.html' title='its in my blood'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-3786972423793821379</id><published>2008-03-21T19:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T19:18:45.813+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='never ever even your frens.'/><title type='text'>our last lullaby?</title><content type='html'>Aah! Good Friday. Good indeed. &lt;br /&gt;Though its kinda lame.&lt;br /&gt;Been lazing &amp; sleeping all day.&lt;br /&gt;So, here I am...blogging.&lt;br /&gt;A new way for me to spend my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, mum bought new washing&lt;br /&gt;machine &amp; a vacuum cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;Nice! Since my washing machine&lt;br /&gt;broke down, I've to go out&lt;br /&gt;to sis place &amp; get th laundry done.&lt;br /&gt;Talking about sis place,(i do not have a.d.d!)&lt;br /&gt;its been long since I last drop by there.&lt;br /&gt;However, I don't wish to tell th reson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, mum and dad was suppose&lt;br /&gt;to go out today to go see&lt;br /&gt;some furniture for sis new place&lt;br /&gt;as she already got married and moving in soon!&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe. Hooray. I bet th place looks gd!&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, its at th other side&lt;br /&gt;of town. :( I guess it'll be hard &lt;br /&gt;for us to visit her more often, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother-in-law is coming with rojak!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. (random, okay!)&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, other than that, this &lt;br /&gt;week has been filled with great pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;Have been thinking, when will we&lt;br /&gt;get together again and just &lt;br /&gt;chill like good old times?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-3786972423793821379?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/3786972423793821379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=3786972423793821379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/3786972423793821379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/3786972423793821379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/03/our-last-lullaby.html' title='our last lullaby?'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-4586922553391685285</id><published>2008-03-20T16:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T16:33:15.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>especie de periquito</title><content type='html'>School was slack today. Did some &lt;br /&gt;Maths test and I quite screw my day.&lt;br /&gt;By following th wrong time-table&lt;br /&gt;and thus bringing th wrong thing.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I sat right at th corner&lt;br /&gt;and sharing stuff with JL.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, we have to change seats.&lt;br /&gt;Like again. Adooii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my place was okay.&lt;br /&gt;But not as fun as th last time.&lt;br /&gt;On th other hand, I think its&lt;br /&gt;good for me to be apart from th rest&lt;br /&gt;for a while. I need to get back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the rest of th day,&lt;br /&gt;I think its was pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;Heh. I know, Steph know. Shh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, Nisa, Uli and Alif was&lt;br /&gt;supposed to come over to my house &lt;br /&gt;today but something came up for Nisa&lt;br /&gt;and th plan was cancelled. &lt;br /&gt;I don't mind though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, th guys headed to stadium today&lt;br /&gt;cos' they're taking part in th heats.&lt;br /&gt;Syahmi ask to come. Sorry la for not coming.&lt;br /&gt;I have something going on at home.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you guys have my support&lt;br /&gt;eventhough I'm not standing there,&lt;br /&gt;and shouting all of your names! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you guys give your best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Time to bounce :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-4586922553391685285?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/4586922553391685285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=4586922553391685285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/4586922553391685285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/4586922553391685285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/03/stupido-especie-de-periquito.html' title='especie de periquito'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-7460569459822272795</id><published>2008-03-19T17:15:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:53:25.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crap in me. haha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/R-DaoC9RK8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/cHyUR1GmpNI/s1600-h/ABCD0001.JPG"width="100"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/R-DaoC9RK8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/cHyUR1GmpNI/s320/ABCD0001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179379952999541698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there's Titi! HAHA! This was taken &lt;br /&gt;yesterday when we were slacking in th room.&lt;br /&gt;She will always disturb me whenever&lt;br /&gt;I'm busy doing my work. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;n I'm th sort who lost focus easily when&lt;br /&gt;something interrupt me. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Then we make funny faces and blablabla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x108/honeylover_01/Untitled-4.jpg"width="170"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x108/honeylover_01/Untitled-1.jpg"width="170"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x108/honeylover_01/Untitled-2.jpg"width="170"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titi made this for us. &lt;br /&gt;Its meant for our screensaver.&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful isn't it? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, I had an early leave today&lt;br /&gt;due to stomach cramps. Uurgh!&lt;br /&gt;I hate it whenever there's cramps!!&lt;br /&gt;Its like swirling happily in my stomach&lt;br /&gt;and bouncing all over like a rocket&lt;br /&gt;while th one whose feeling hurt is ME!&lt;br /&gt;Huuuaa! Then Steph bring me to th sick bay.&lt;br /&gt;Like always, let's take "a stroll". HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Mum fetched me and head home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oryte, oryte! I'll bounce.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta do some "cleaning" again.&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehehh. If ya know wat I mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-7460569459822272795?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/7460569459822272795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=7460569459822272795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/7460569459822272795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/7460569459822272795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-theres-titi-haha-this-was-taken.html' title='crap in me. haha.'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/R-DaoC9RK8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/cHyUR1GmpNI/s72-c/ABCD0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-2399380389475428793</id><published>2008-03-17T20:58:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T21:41:19.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where's th FUN fair?</title><content type='html'>Watsup. Hehe. Well, its a chaotic day isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;That's what I am experiencing today.&lt;br /&gt;Holiday just ended and its time to clean &lt;br /&gt;up th mess. If you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;Homework that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;Supposingly, there should not be any tutorial&lt;br /&gt;today. And its so not fair!&lt;br /&gt;Cos' th time shud be used to complete&lt;br /&gt;holiday assignments! But nooo!&lt;br /&gt;Someone just has to ruin it, isn't it!!&lt;br /&gt;To be honest I'm pissed off okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this morning I missed 2 bus &lt;br /&gt;to school. So I was texting with Steph.&lt;br /&gt;She's on cloud nine when she's "sooo" early.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Good! Good! Keep it up! *thumbs up*&lt;br /&gt;While me on th other hand, is still waiting&lt;br /&gt;for bus at th bus stop! Haaiiyyh.&lt;br /&gt;Steph confidently thought that I was &lt;br /&gt;going to be late. But neh! &lt;br /&gt;This things are normal for me laa!&lt;br /&gt;Yep! Normal and I won't be late! Cheyy!&lt;br /&gt;Unless something is really wrong like &lt;br /&gt;bloody f**cking traffic jams early in &lt;br /&gt;th morning! Hahahahahahahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be posting some pictures taken&lt;br /&gt;today and th time we went for our CIP.&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe. Catch it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x108/honeylover_01/ABCD0006-4.jpg"width="170"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x108/honeylover_01/ABCD0005-3.jpg"width="170"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Ahahahaha! Steph! Steph! (Pic taken on screen.)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x108/honeylover_01/Image001.jpg"width="300"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x108/honeylover_01/Image000.jpg"width="300"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;CIP little picnic aka lepak-ing session. HAHA!&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oryte! Oryte! I guess I'll be leaving now.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, th mess, err...is still in a mess. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Till here. Nite lovelies. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-2399380389475428793?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/2399380389475428793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=2399380389475428793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/2399380389475428793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/2399380389475428793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/03/wheres-th-fun-fair.html' title='where&apos;s th FUN fair?'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-2866642390766783892</id><published>2008-03-16T12:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T13:12:20.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No starting line.</title><content type='html'>Hello! Erm, today is Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yesterday went out to meet&lt;br /&gt;Steph. Coincidentally, Audrey was there too.&lt;br /&gt;Steph's new friend. Hahahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;We had our meals and later Syahmi arrive!&lt;br /&gt;Aah. Its been long since I last saw him.&lt;br /&gt;We chat and laugh and gag and fart.&lt;br /&gt;Okay lah, farting session is not included.&lt;br /&gt;and what the fuck is gag?! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our plan was to do homework.&lt;br /&gt;Let's stare at Steph's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we did &lt;strong&gt;some&lt;/strong&gt; homework.&lt;br /&gt;After that, chill with Audrey, Ila and Tashir(?).&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's how we spell his name. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;It was a hilarious time with them&lt;br /&gt;and Ila always has a funny facial expression.&lt;br /&gt;Like selamber, no feeling kind of expression.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Then some plan came up.&lt;br /&gt;However, I shall not elaborate more on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, Titi bought make-up.&lt;br /&gt;Incomplete set btw. No offence.&lt;br /&gt;Its good though. At least now we have &lt;br /&gt;something to put on our faces! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Girls thang ya know. Then she also &lt;br /&gt;bought 2 tops. I love th purple one.&lt;br /&gt;Its gorgeous. Hee. I'm soo gonna get that &lt;br /&gt;th next time I'm going shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Which is real soon. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Mr Roy, can I borrow&lt;br /&gt;that movie you watch with Titi?&lt;br /&gt;Please and thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-2866642390766783892?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/2866642390766783892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=2866642390766783892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/2866642390766783892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/2866642390766783892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-starting-line.html' title='No starting line.'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-4000000584118037200</id><published>2008-03-15T15:51:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T16:07:53.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cash and jams</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x108/honeylover_01/nanee21.jpg"width="150"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've changed my blogskin again!&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I love this one more.&lt;br /&gt;Cos its simple. duhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I planned to do my homework &lt;br /&gt;at home today then go to cuzzy's house&lt;br /&gt;and LEPAK! Hahaha. Thought of going &lt;br /&gt;there yesterday nite, but short of cash la.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'll go today since Aunt is here.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. I hope Titi have extra $$$&lt;br /&gt;so that I could top-up my ez-link&lt;br /&gt;and go ride! Weee... on a train. =.=&lt;br /&gt;Huahua. Again, its such a big duhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaiiyh. If only I have a car..&lt;br /&gt;I, would not be at home now.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be at Town perhaps? Or even JB?&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no! JB jam ley! Tak bley tahan ley!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope this jam thingy would stop&lt;br /&gt;anytime soon cos' I'll be stuck in traffic jams &lt;br /&gt;every morning when going to school! &lt;br /&gt;Yess! Morning, mind you!Then I'll &lt;br /&gt;get pissed off due to waiting for long hours!&lt;br /&gt;Then buses will go take a short cut route,&lt;br /&gt;and passengers will be waiting at bus stops&lt;br /&gt;like gundus when no bus will actually pass&lt;br /&gt;by there. Hmm-hmm. Its so irritating! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, oryte! Gotta go now. &lt;br /&gt;Meet again lovelies :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-4000000584118037200?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/4000000584118037200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=4000000584118037200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/4000000584118037200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/4000000584118037200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/03/ive-changed-my-blogskin-again-somehow-i.html' title='cash and jams'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-4498561737552961143</id><published>2008-03-14T21:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T00:17:15.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laugh ur ass off</title><content type='html'>My day was spent pretty well with Nisa and Fadli.&lt;br /&gt;They came over to my house and we did some homework.&lt;br /&gt;Erh, one piece of homework to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahaha! What not? We only started at 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, we did our work then Nisa left at 5.30pm&lt;br /&gt;to go meet her friend for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Fadli continued with our work till 7 plus.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had dinner. It was so damn hilarious lah!&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing all the way the moment Fadli came.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, when he came, I offered him a drink.&lt;br /&gt;It was so fast that mum asked me to top up his drink again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uli:Eh! Buat susah susah aje! (oh btw, he's passing me his cup)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at 7 plus I offered him dinner which was after&lt;br /&gt;he finished his english homework. He came into the&lt;br /&gt;kitchen and looked at his plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uli: Eeeeih! Siket nyee!(smiling like nobody's biz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I put his lauk, only a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay dah. Cukop kan?&lt;br /&gt;Uli: Eh, sembarang ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha! Okay, so I add more. He waited for me&lt;br /&gt;at the dining table. Malu ah tu nak makan.&lt;br /&gt;Step tunggu aku je. Padahal dalam hati&lt;br /&gt;"Mane Aini nie??! Aku dh lapar nie!"&lt;br /&gt;Eh-hehehehehehh! Oh, while he's waiting,&lt;br /&gt;I was in my room teaching mum how to&lt;br /&gt;use MSN. She was chatting with Sally btw.&lt;br /&gt;She's soo happy and proud when get to use th comp.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Then I went out, saw Uli sitting down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uli: Eh, suap aku bleh? Tangan aku saket ah!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ape kau cakap? Kau nak kene sepak dgn aku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha!! Okay, I was kidding. Then we &lt;br /&gt;broke to laughter. Siak ah Uli.&lt;br /&gt;Later he made those sound, you know when &lt;br /&gt;you cannot tahan the spicy feeling.&lt;br /&gt;In other words, mum's cooking is hot.&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing at him laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Pedas sangat ke? Weak la kau!&lt;br /&gt;Uli: Pedas sial! Tak bleh tahan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. He finished his drink and&lt;br /&gt;and ask me to tambah nasi for him.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Guess he's craving for mum's cooking ey?&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind though. Neither do mum.&lt;br /&gt;Mum would love ppl to eat her cooking.&lt;br /&gt;She always say, "Jgn malu2. Kalau malu nnt lapar."&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Then I have to wait for him to &lt;br /&gt;finish eating somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was washing the dishes when he came to wash is hands.&lt;br /&gt;Then later, Titi ask him if he want an ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titi: Nak ice-cream tak?&lt;br /&gt;Uli: Ah? Boleh jugak ah.&lt;br /&gt;Titi: Nak aje! Amek ah kat dlm fridge.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Amek satu aje ehh!! Hahahah!!&lt;br /&gt;Uli: Eyh, bustard siak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahahaha! Then we had ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Abes ah Uli, kau dudok sini satu minggu bleh jadi gemok.&lt;br /&gt;Uli: Ahahaha. Bukan aku, engkau tuu! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Nisa came back. We went into th kitchen&lt;br /&gt;and Uli drank th water from Venture Era.&lt;br /&gt;He almost puked. He said it taste Fishy.&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha. There's th symptom. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;There's this part when we were talking together with &lt;br /&gt;Mum and Titi. Then Mum said something funny&lt;br /&gt;and we were laughing then Uli turn and said&lt;br /&gt;"Heh-S(hi)ket S(hi)ket ah!" Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;He was saying "siket2 ah!" with the coughing accent.&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing my ass off. Bustard siak Uli!&lt;br /&gt;Later he asked me for a foolscap.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went on and "ungkit2" about stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me(in a low,whispery voice): Alamak! Dah dtg lambat,&lt;br /&gt;lpas tu minom air aku, makan makanan aku! Dh tu&lt;br /&gt;takpe, tambah pulak tuu!! Lpas tuu makan&lt;br /&gt;ice-cream aku! Nnt ape pulak? Nak tido rumah aku??!&lt;br /&gt;Sume sume ah pkai barang aku! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha! Then he was like "Eyh, bustard siak!"&lt;br /&gt;Heh. I was joking la. We had fun okay.&lt;br /&gt;We surfed the net and he showed me this video&lt;br /&gt;which was soo damn hilarious, it made my day!&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you some of it. Laugh your ass off, aite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Things that I like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rBBleNvbXt4&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rBBleNvbXt4&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to be Emo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pK4bLMd0avU&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pK4bLMd0avU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had enough? Hahah. Dedicated to those who need to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, goodnite lovelies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-4498561737552961143?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/4498561737552961143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=4498561737552961143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/4498561737552961143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/4498561737552961143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-day-was-spent-pretty-well-with-nisa.html' title='Laugh ur ass off'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-5529252869072482669</id><published>2008-03-14T02:02:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T15:38:49.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>th way you move</title><content type='html'>Time check : 2.02am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Still not asleep yet.&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching some cool shit dance video.&lt;br /&gt;I even learn the steps mind you!&lt;br /&gt;They dance pretty well, or should I say, soo well.&lt;br /&gt;This people can be named as pro I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Omg! I can't help but to watch it&lt;br /&gt;over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;The way they jerk and pop their bodies&lt;br /&gt;and they are like so sophisticated with their mask on.&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine - how would you use break-dancing or&lt;br /&gt;hiphop style moves to a slow music like&lt;br /&gt;the song Apologize from Timbaland feat. One Republic?&lt;br /&gt;Thinking? Well, let me show you what this crew could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/we6dvVoCnQY&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/we6dvVoCnQY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaah! So fucking awesome rite??!&lt;br /&gt;Their mask make them look soo charming.&lt;br /&gt;Plus their attire so neat makes them&lt;br /&gt;perfect and yet sophisticated.&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe. I sooo love them. *bite*&lt;br /&gt;They are soo adorable and cute and oh-so-charming!&lt;br /&gt;I've heard that they were on scene in the&lt;br /&gt;movie Step Up 2! So its a must to watch!&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I've changed my blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;But not too sure if I'll be sticking to this one though.&lt;br /&gt;Its not complete yet and needed to be adjusted somehow. &lt;br /&gt;So, till here. Er...morning lovelies  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-5529252869072482669?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/5529252869072482669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=5529252869072482669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/5529252869072482669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/5529252869072482669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/03/time-check-2.html' title='th way you move'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-495365620129840335</id><published>2008-03-11T23:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T15:39:24.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got drilled!</title><content type='html'>Hey Ho evryone. Love ones. Passer-by ones too.&lt;br /&gt;Let's CARRY ON! Oryte, school been sucks lately.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why. Its just feelings&lt;br /&gt;and yet there's no reasons of why this feeling grew.&lt;br /&gt;Studies? Neh. Teachers? Nope. Parents? Na-uh!&lt;br /&gt;How about friends. Well not much actually.&lt;br /&gt;[Not much doesn't mean not at all, okay?!]&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Okay laa. Seriously I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like I can fit in with this people.&lt;br /&gt;Daymn, they keep pushing me to the side.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike in school. School frens. *Yyeeaa riitte!*&lt;br /&gt;We can get along pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;But at times, they made me have mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;Haah! But then again, that's normal.&lt;br /&gt;Just have to remind them, "Don't push it." =)&lt;br /&gt;So, carry on, I get restless when it comes to school.&lt;br /&gt;I know this is not the time to give up yet.&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell myself that I've only left&lt;br /&gt;with little effort and that this is the last push.&lt;br /&gt;This is not even up to half push I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Its only th beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*In heart - Sial btol! Why must I say this to myself??I'm dying okay?!!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Okay laa. Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;This post is sooo fucking lame!!&lt;br /&gt;Hey, its random OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;     Maths Drill Programme.&lt;br /&gt;Reached skul late today due to traffic jams here.&lt;br /&gt;Th rest of th class have already started their work &lt;br /&gt;when I'm only beginning. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Lambat sey! Oh btw, we were given one paper&lt;br /&gt;filled with 2-3 qns per page.&lt;br /&gt;After completing one page, we have to hand in.&lt;br /&gt;If it happens that one of th qn were answered wrongly,&lt;br /&gt;we have to re-do it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;Even if its a careless or a teenie wynie mistake and&lt;br /&gt;do it till we got it ALL correct. After checking,&lt;br /&gt;and all is correct, then we can take the next page.&lt;br /&gt;That's how maths drill work. Leceh tau! Mcm nk nangis sey!&lt;br /&gt;Nurrisha and I sat next to each other.&lt;br /&gt;Wahsei! Dudok sblah die abes lah. Mcm biase jgk, &lt;br /&gt;ketawe tk abes2 till it makes me wanna wee wee.&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe. So many things happen but seriously,&lt;br /&gt;I feel so lazy to type. Penat laaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye lovelies. Good Nite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-495365620129840335?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/495365620129840335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=495365620129840335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/495365620129840335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/495365620129840335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/03/hey-ho-evryone.html' title='I got drilled!'/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-5374076365477065232</id><published>2008-03-07T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T23:51:40.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x108/honeylover_01/we03-1.jpg"width="170"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x108/honeylover_01/us01.jpg"width="170"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. We're taking our break right here, right now. &lt;br /&gt;Holiday seasons has arrived and I really hope &lt;br /&gt;to meet up with lovelies anytime soon. Please. &lt;br /&gt;Its been a week that Steph didn't come to school. &lt;br /&gt;Where you go huh, xiao jie?! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Only get to exchange messages eh.&lt;br /&gt;Never see your face also. &lt;br /&gt;Everyday I dream of your face.&lt;br /&gt;*disc scratch sound effect*&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Okay, that is soo gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, school started off draggy today.&lt;br /&gt;With long long announcements and &lt;br /&gt;compliments for students and representatives&lt;br /&gt;for school and whatever that has been going on.&lt;br /&gt;Then th graduating classes had to stay back to &lt;br /&gt;brief about Maths Drill Programme. Aaah!&lt;br /&gt;I hate Maths Drill! It'll took us ages to &lt;br /&gt;get over it and its gonna take th whole day!&lt;br /&gt;As expected, we'll definitely have to come back&lt;br /&gt;for lessons like erh.....everyday!?&lt;br /&gt;What good is a holiday people?!&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed off by th news that we're coming &lt;br /&gt;back for long hours! LECEH SEYY!&lt;br /&gt;Heck care, I'm still gonna take things slow.&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe. Still waiting for Law of Attraction to react.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-5374076365477065232?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/5374076365477065232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=5374076365477065232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/5374076365477065232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/5374076365477065232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/03/thats-it.html' title=''/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-4485590920612815014</id><published>2008-03-05T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T22:47:15.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alrite. So its confirmed that I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;Again ppl, its such a big duhh!&lt;br /&gt;Went to Polyclinic with Sis Marlia and Hanani.&lt;br /&gt;Took so long just to see th doctor.&lt;br /&gt;After like one hour, finally its my turn!&lt;br /&gt;Told her what's my disease and what I suffered from&lt;br /&gt;for th past few days and how why when..blablabla.&lt;br /&gt;Unexpectedly I got two days mc.&lt;br /&gt;Cool or whud?! Bergembiraa..bergembiraa!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was on my way there,&lt;br /&gt;Steph texted me and said that she's&lt;br /&gt;been thinking of taking private O.&lt;br /&gt;Heart-breaking tau Steph!!&lt;br /&gt;Please la Steph. Stay laa with us.&lt;br /&gt;I know its hard for you to choose btwn&lt;br /&gt;this school and private school.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, isn't it th same?&lt;br /&gt;You're still taking O rite? Why want to &lt;br /&gt;take private when you can take with us?&lt;br /&gt;Together. Crew, remember? &lt;br /&gt;You're my only girlfriend left sey.&lt;br /&gt;Saleha left me way too early. &lt;br /&gt;Azura is not coming back after next week. &lt;br /&gt;You girls leave me - one by one.&lt;br /&gt;I understand that you have your own problem.&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, you still have time to improve.&lt;br /&gt;Hell plenty of time. I can help you also.&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up so soon laa. I have hope on you.&lt;br /&gt;You made it this far and being with me and th rest.&lt;br /&gt;Why want to separate now?&lt;br /&gt;Without you, skul will be like a brand new thing for me.&lt;br /&gt;Its as if I just transfered to a new school tau.&lt;br /&gt;There's no one else to bitch around with.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm-hmm. So, I guess I'll just have to wait &lt;br /&gt;for your decision. I hope you do some great-great&lt;br /&gt;thinking cos this is sooo not a light matter ok darl?&lt;br /&gt;I love you man! Haaiiyh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I end. Nite lovelies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-4485590920612815014?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/4485590920612815014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=4485590920612815014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/4485590920612815014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/4485590920612815014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/03/alrite.html' title=''/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-2146763833690057204</id><published>2008-03-04T23:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T23:27:38.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey Ho! Haha. Back to update some pictures,&lt;br /&gt;taken during the swimming outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x108/honeylover_01/maandtipah02.jpg"width="170"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x108/honeylover_01/watiandme02.jpg"width="170"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x108/honeylover_01/mnc.jpg"width="170"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x108/honeylover_01/mnc02.jpg"width="170"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x108/honeylover_01/ladies01-1.jpg"width="170"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x108/honeylover_01/ladies02-2.jpg"width="170"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x108/honeylover_01/ladies03-1.jpg"width="170"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x108/honeylover_01/ladies04-1.jpg"width="170"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x108/honeylover_01/ladies05-1.jpg"width="320"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x108/honeylover_01/we01-1.jpg"width="320"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x108/honeylover_01/we02-1.jpg"width="320"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x108/honeylover_01/we03-1.jpg"width="320"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x108/honeylover_01/we06-1.jpg"width="320"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x108/honeylover_01/we04.jpg"width="320"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, as you can see, Athifah is that short! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Today school was kinda fun. &lt;br /&gt;During PE we took a short cut distance.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Sape nak pegi lari 2.4km route.&lt;br /&gt;Buang mase aje!! So we take our time! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;I escaped tutorial. Not feeling well laa.&lt;br /&gt;Its as if a huge stone sits on my head.&lt;br /&gt;Went home and Zzzzzzz...&lt;br /&gt;Till at 6 plus Titi wake me up.&lt;br /&gt;Saying that we have to meet mum and dad at CWP.&lt;br /&gt;We're having dinner outside. &lt;br /&gt;Alaaaaa..this part I feel so frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, after dinner with Cuz and Bibik Ijah,&lt;br /&gt;we went home. Okay la, I guess I'll be going off now&lt;br /&gt;to get some rest...and conferm I won't be going skul tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Is it me or is this post kinda lame?&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, there's pictures okay?!&lt;br /&gt;Go stare at it! HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alritee, goodnyte to those whose reading this at this hour ey. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-2146763833690057204?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/2146763833690057204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=2146763833690057204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/2146763833690057204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/2146763833690057204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/03/hey-ho-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-3314182335419911969</id><published>2008-03-02T13:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T15:07:04.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Saturday, 1st March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Did CIP for upper sec.&lt;br /&gt;It started at 7.30am. But at 7.33 I just woke up.&lt;br /&gt;Heh. I quickly grab my shirt and skirt.&lt;br /&gt;Need to iron. At the same time called Steph.&lt;br /&gt;She didn't pick up my call.&lt;br /&gt;I bet she's still sleeping. Like always.=_=&lt;br /&gt;So I called Afiq. He said he also wake up late.&lt;br /&gt;He's in the lift by then. Going to school.&lt;br /&gt;I asked him to wait for me.&lt;br /&gt;He wait for me at near school block n check out for the rest.&lt;br /&gt;Okay la. So after ironing my clothes I bathe&lt;br /&gt;then went off. Fast game punye. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Reached Marsiling n called him.&lt;br /&gt;He's already at block 410.&lt;br /&gt;Alamak! I really don't know how to go there&lt;br /&gt;if you ask me to go by myself. I can get lost, really!&lt;br /&gt;The block is like a maze you know. Here and there.&lt;br /&gt;Bersepah btol! Haha. Aniway, I manage to find them.&lt;br /&gt;Its a long story, I cut it short.&lt;br /&gt;Met them and they already started their CIP. damn.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to 408 and continue our CIP.&lt;br /&gt;There's alot of newspaper la..surrounding Ms Chua.&lt;br /&gt;After that we gather again and had our little picnic.&lt;br /&gt;Took photos and just chill for the men to collect the papers.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we walked together. Afiq took a video of our "journey".&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, they went inside a lift. I was like blur la.&lt;br /&gt;Then they asked me and Aishah to come inside.&lt;br /&gt;So we went inside the lift with them.&lt;br /&gt;They were like jumping and beating and screaming.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. Funny sia. Then the lift open, me and Aishah went out.&lt;br /&gt;They laugh and laugh then come in again.&lt;br /&gt;They do it again till it reached 5th floor.&lt;br /&gt;Me, Aishah, Afiq and one more guy, I forgot who...&lt;br /&gt;we took the stairs to 6th floor.&lt;br /&gt;Ooooooh! Its Athifah's house la.&lt;br /&gt;She had some makan-makan going on.&lt;br /&gt;I asked what's the occasion about.&lt;br /&gt;She said its for fun, for our class.&lt;br /&gt;After we had our meals, we went home, separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;We had a plan. We planned to go swimming.&lt;br /&gt;Meet at 2pm at usual place..and so we did.&lt;br /&gt;I tried calling Steph but she still did not pick up.&lt;br /&gt;Later I got to know that she had to go to work.&lt;br /&gt;Afiq didn't go cause he's sick. Awww...&lt;br /&gt;So there was Me, Athifah, Wati, Caliz, Syahmi, Faz,&lt;br /&gt;Uli, Sean, Dev, Herman, Alif and Rahmat.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this is 5n1 swimming outing?&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's what they say.&lt;br /&gt;We reached there and started at Lazy River.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Wave pool. We played Rock.&lt;br /&gt;Started with claps then R-O-C-K rock.&lt;br /&gt;Then I FORGOT. But it was fun la.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had the wave going on.&lt;br /&gt;Poor Athifah. Cos she's short and was under the water.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. So funny. Then I ask her to hold my hand la.&lt;br /&gt;Then to Spa area. Played treasure hunt.&lt;br /&gt;It was all Syahmi's idea. asshole. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;We searched everywhere for the stone while he's relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of games, we had our shower.&lt;br /&gt;Wait for the guys and took some photos together.&lt;br /&gt;Took bus 187 and alight at Marsiling mrt.&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at S-11. Talked and laughed at Fazli's joke.&lt;br /&gt;Hell funny sia. HAHAHA! Unfortunately, I suffer from STM.&lt;br /&gt;SHORT TERM MEMORY. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, then we headed to near tree house and just chill.&lt;br /&gt;Listen to Sean's and Syahmi's story.&lt;br /&gt;Both Ghosts stories and jokes.&lt;br /&gt;Overall it was awesome....and tiring.&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to another outing.&lt;br /&gt;Athifah planned to go for a movie. I told her&lt;br /&gt;that Step Up 2 is coming this month. That is a must to catch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt; Thought of going to Esplanade with th crew and cuz.&lt;br /&gt;But haven't confirmed yet. &lt;br /&gt;Still looking forward to going out with them.&lt;br /&gt;Its been a long time since I last go out with them.&lt;br /&gt;Soon please lovelies.   :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-3314182335419911969?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/3314182335419911969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=3314182335419911969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/3314182335419911969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/3314182335419911969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/03/saturday-1st-march-did-cip-for-upper.html' title=''/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-2485491785269933921</id><published>2008-02-26T19:23:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T21:40:17.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been a long time since I last update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Well, so much thing have been hitting me and spin me around like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; there's pretty much of thinking been going on also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ups and downs but mostly downs la.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling down lately and feel stressed up over school.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, O level sucks to the max lah!&lt;br /&gt;I failed my common test bulat bulat sey.&lt;br /&gt;Kalau pass, tu pon lepas2 hidung aje.&lt;br /&gt;(Hehe. Mcm klakar eh lepas2 hidung!)&lt;br /&gt;The other issue was: Aku dh malas dgn English.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime English lesson, mesti kene marah.&lt;br /&gt;Dah naek menyampah aku dgn cikgu. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Then dear Azura wants to drop O level and go to ITE.&lt;br /&gt;HAH! That is what I have been thinking!&lt;br /&gt;Nak drop ke nak carry on? DROP OR CARRY ON?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's the consequences, advantage &amp; disadvantage.&lt;br /&gt;You see, what for carry on if I don't have the interests?&lt;br /&gt;Then the pressure is on also &amp; its real hard.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know something? From the 1st day of school till now,&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even hand in all my Combined Humanities assignments.&lt;br /&gt;Yup! Not even one I tell you! Heh. Melampau eh.&lt;br /&gt;Aniway, that's not all, okay. &lt;br /&gt;There's still many things but I forgot what was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, I had fun with my frens.&lt;br /&gt;I've been laughing real hard in class.&lt;br /&gt;Oh frens, I love you all truckloads! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp; that time during Mt lesson, cikgu nvr come.&lt;br /&gt;So I sat with Afiq, Irfan &amp; Syahmi.&lt;br /&gt;Actually they sit with me. Oh well, they are the crews anw.&lt;br /&gt;Then we were talking-empty la. Paham2 eh.&lt;br /&gt;There's this part when Syahmi ask me for a paper.&lt;br /&gt;He want to do his MT paper. Here's the convers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syahmi: Eh, kasi aku satu paper.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Kau dh smpai Bina Ayat baru nak mintak aku paper.&lt;br /&gt;Syahmi: Tak la. Aku sebenarnye tknk waste paper. Kau tak kesian ke, nnt cucu-cucu kau in the future takde paper nak tulis.&lt;br /&gt;Afiq: Eh, imagine eh tkde paper kene tulis kat batu siol! Pastu time exam, tkde senyap. Ketak-ketuk, PAP! PAP! PAP! Dh tu takpe, paper baek2 satu jam jadi 3-4 jam siol!&lt;br /&gt;(okay, this part we were laughing like mad. Shud have seen Afiq's face!)&lt;br /&gt;Irfan: Kau imagine bawak batu bnyk2 untok Art.&lt;br /&gt;Afiq: Eyh, tu tak bleh angkat siol. Kene bawak trolly!!&lt;br /&gt;Irfan: A'ah eh! Abeh klau lambat kau tolak trolly tu...*insert trolly sound effect* lincah2. Tgh tolak takpe, ade je Auntie skola tahan.."Eh tompang, tompang!"&lt;br /&gt;(HAHAHAHA! Siak. This part still laughing our ass off!)&lt;br /&gt;Irfan/Afiq: Kau tgh tolak bende tu, skali trolly torgolek, batu sume pecah! *stunt look*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eiyh! Aku nangis seyy!&lt;br /&gt;Afiq:(back to exam part) Abeh klau kau dh tulis compo panjang2, jap lagie "Eiyh! OUT OF POINT!" Mampos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA! It was soo damn funny I laugh real hard till I cannot breath!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this guys imagination are wild enough to entertain me! HAH!&lt;br /&gt;For the past few weeks, I've been hanging out with them all.&lt;br /&gt;Laugh, laugh, laugh.....&amp; never revise lah!&lt;br /&gt;I blame myself too okay.&lt;br /&gt;At least I tried to change &amp; now I've been a goodie.&lt;br /&gt;Not goodie bag eh. Good girl.&lt;br /&gt;Have been staying home &amp; do my homework.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot gaurantee how long it'll last though.&lt;br /&gt;So, wish me luck for SCHOOL *sucks*!     [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos at Sentosa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x108/honeylover_01/us01.jpg"width="300"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x108/honeylover_01/boysedited03.jpg"width="170"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x108/honeylover_01/amsyar01.jpg"width="170"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x108/honeylover_01/boysedited02.jpg"width="170"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x108/honeylover_01/boysedited01.jpg"width="170"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x108/honeylover_01/them01.jpg"width="170"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x108/honeylover_01/ladies01.jpg"width="170"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x108/honeylover_01/stephnaisya01.jpg"width="170"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x108/honeylover_01/mensteph01.jpg"width="170"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x108/honeylover_01/menamsyar01.jpg"width="170"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x108/honeylover_01/menyat.jpg"width="170"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we had fun. Again, its such a big duh!&lt;br /&gt;Sentosa sey! Mesti ade fun punye!&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Oh oh! Did I mention that we had some cleaning done?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! Facial cleaning babe!&lt;br /&gt;First we did eye-brow plucking.&lt;br /&gt;Mine is done by Stephanie. Haha. Tanx a mill!&lt;br /&gt;Steph is done by Yat and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;Pandai Yat! Hehe. Okay then, we did some make-up.&lt;br /&gt;Eeeheheheee. Steph put on this foundation.&lt;br /&gt;Came along Yat and.."Eh, mcm best! Can I try?"&lt;br /&gt;So Steph apply it for him..."Yat! Yat!"&lt;br /&gt;Then later we did squeezing pores!&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I tell you, guys one is damn alot sia!&lt;br /&gt;and its so fun squeezing whole bunch of 'em!&lt;br /&gt;Weee. Geram kan?! Nmpk bnyk2 gitu! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I did Yat's one. Wahsei! Syiok ah!&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to Vivo City.&lt;br /&gt;Steph bought &lt;strike&gt;Tom&lt;/strike&gt; Ben &amp; Jerries. YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;Oh heaven! Heh. We settle down for awhile...&lt;br /&gt;Later they did some stuff. Stuff laa...&lt;br /&gt;Heheheh. Okay la okay la!&lt;br /&gt;Stuff that made you go High..&lt;br /&gt;Definitely not drinking la.&lt;br /&gt;Siow eh. Sape nak pegi drink sey. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;It was so fast and great till we all gone our separate ways.   :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-2485491785269933921?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/2485491785269933921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=2485491785269933921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/2485491785269933921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/2485491785269933921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/02/it-has-been-long-time-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-8640218130603991946</id><published>2008-02-18T17:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T18:25:01.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Olah to all. Yes I'm back, reporting for duty. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Anw, like I said, I'll update if something amazing happens to me.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know what happen to me?&lt;br /&gt;Ahah! Okay, let me tell you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have experienced.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DEPRESSION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeng jeng jeng,&lt;br /&gt;So, how does it feels like, ey?&lt;br /&gt;Well, it feels very depressed.&lt;br /&gt;Its such a big duh. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it feels sooo sooo hurt.&lt;br /&gt;It could even make you go crazy, I swear!&lt;br /&gt;I nearly killed myself I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;BUT..eventhough it hurts, you will&lt;br /&gt;feel so much better after that.&lt;br /&gt;Really! Even Stephanie have gone through it.&lt;br /&gt;Like what she said that is so so true.&lt;br /&gt;When you're depressed, you will hit your&lt;br /&gt;very very lowest point of your life.&lt;br /&gt;You'll cry like mad till your eye bags&lt;br /&gt;popped or till you can't even open your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Think that's only it?&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, that is only the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean? The beginning is already&lt;br /&gt;so hard it could drive you crazy, what more the next stage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stage. If you could not control your&lt;br /&gt;depression's emotion, you might wanna do a&lt;br /&gt;farewell letter before you start crying, again.&lt;br /&gt;Cos' if you're not careful, you might be blown into pieces. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, next stage is when you hit your very, &amp;amp; I mean &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;VERY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn damn damn lowest point you could ever reached.&lt;br /&gt;and then you'll cry like how an adult would.&lt;br /&gt;You know, trying to control the sound of your crying, &lt;br /&gt;when you feel like calling the person who made you &lt;br /&gt;depressed and wanting to shout FUCK YOU at him/her.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, you don't have the courage to&lt;br /&gt;when you think what would happen next after you did that.&lt;br /&gt;AND then you'll start to cry.......again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. I'm sure those who have gone through it knows how it feels like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniway, on Saturday, I went to Sentosa with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun lah. But I wouldn't want to update first.&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm waiting for the pictures. Then I'll update.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, can? Hehehe. Cheers =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-8640218130603991946?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/8640218130603991946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=8640218130603991946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/8640218130603991946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/8640218130603991946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/02/olah-to-all.html' title=''/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-8562512596326071120</id><published>2008-02-15T15:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T16:42:04.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee142/parasa/emo.jpg"width="220"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost. Including myself.&lt;br /&gt;I could hardly breath and &lt;br /&gt;everything else feels so numb.&lt;br /&gt;Its not a poem. Its just some random thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here. Just like any other day.&lt;br /&gt;It has always been this way.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;FUCK. You do know.&lt;br /&gt;Say what you want to say.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad those words can't be heard.&lt;br /&gt;I've lost those great great feelings&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I've lost the feeling of your touch.&lt;br /&gt;Each time I climb back to the surface,&lt;br /&gt;it just keeps pulling me back.&lt;br /&gt;I used to be strong. &lt;br /&gt;Stronger than what I thought I could be.&lt;br /&gt;Till one day it all fades away,&lt;br /&gt;when you helped them to bring me lower.&lt;br /&gt;Even lower than where I could put myself.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so sorry. Sorry for you.&lt;br /&gt;Cos all this time, you've &lt;br /&gt;just wasted what I could give.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick. Just too sick &amp; tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm running out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;All of it thanks to you.&lt;br /&gt;I should have just listen to &lt;br /&gt;what's inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;That is to believe: &lt;br /&gt;All I heard is lies.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-8562512596326071120?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/8562512596326071120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=8562512596326071120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/8562512596326071120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/8562512596326071120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/02/lost.html' title=''/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-6608847084669084631</id><published>2008-02-14T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T23:23:17.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; Tuesday, 12 February 2008 &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Went out at 8pm plus to meet the crew. Cicak, Kaka and Afiq's bro were there too. Wah, meriah aje. Haah! I was angry with Afiq that day. Aku kene tipu bulat2 dgn die! First he said that he already reached Civic with Amsyar &amp; Ika. When I reached there, only saw Amsyar, Farah &amp; Ika. Pantat! Itu takpe. Then he ask me to call this number. So I called. This guys voice is exactly the same as Afiq's damn voice. Sape lagie? Amsyar la. I laugh like hell sey! Farah say nie btol2 slenge punye incident. HAHA! Siak. Followed Farah go buy teh bueh. Funny sey her story. Let's take a peak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farah Dad: Pegi beli teh bueh.&lt;br /&gt;Farah: Teh bueh? Teh bueh kedai mane satu?&lt;br /&gt;Farah Dad: Alah, dkt kedai......(kdai ape-ape lah)&lt;br /&gt;Farah: Teh bueh tu ape?&lt;br /&gt;Farah Dad: Teh bueh yg kau slalu minom tuu la.&lt;br /&gt;Farah: Oooh! Bubble tea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA! Siak ah. Bubble tea tu teh bueh! Then there's this part about Milo. But I shall not elaborate more on that here. Its only meant for us to know la. Haha. I think that's the bestest lepak day I've ever had this yr with my frens. Okay then, the ladies make a move at 10.30 except for Steph since she's with someone there huh. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, 13 February 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alaaa. Nothing much on this day. I managed to finish my S.S and Physic homework though. Heh. &amp; yeah, Sis came back home with us once again. Don't worry okay? We got your back &amp; we will pull you up when you fall. We are here for you. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, 14 February 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine Day! Eheh. Recieved a text from Steph at 12.15am precisely. Funny la this girl. "No matter what they say, it ain't cliche!     lol." Haha. El common test was okay after all. I'm just worried about the outcome la. Anw, after school there's POA lesson. Yes ppl, its a lesson and not a tutorial. I didn't know that we could drop the subject. Fuck. Anyway, Steph, Afiq and Syahmi, I think your escape has just spelled trouble. T'cher said that you guys have not yet drop the freaking subject cos the school have yet to see your parents and there's no letter. Uh-oh! &amp; yea Steph, I don't dare la tell her. Dear Shu Hui ask her what if ppl did not come for lesson? Sial la. She got a scolding you know? HAHA. SO YEA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went home straight. Got ready and left house to meet Ika &amp; Az. Thought of catching the movie, p/s I love you. Damn! Ticket sold out real fast sey! So, I guess we just have to catch it some other day. Titi and Roy got to see it sey. Geram aje! Of course la. They watch it at town sey. Sape nak pegi jauh2 smpai town just to catch that movie kan?! Aaaargh. Geram nye aku! Haha. &amp;&amp; Roy gets to know that my eye colour is natural. Tkde nak pkai contact lens. Ni sume tak main eh. Haha. Aniway, we decided to go for a movie marathon at Azura's place. We rent some cd, bring it on, the break-up, bukan bintang biasa &amp; Kangen. I want to watch all of it, especially Kangen. It seems to be a nice movie. Hehe. Its an Indonesian film laa. Kangen as in rindu. We planned to go for a complete marathon this coming sunday. Sape2 lagie nak join? Feel free to tell. Haha (: &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-6608847084669084631?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/6608847084669084631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=6608847084669084631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/6608847084669084631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/6608847084669084631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/02/tuesday-12-february-2008-went-out-at.html' title=''/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-4117135800938245366</id><published>2008-02-13T17:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T18:18:30.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ooooh.. anti-sally has arrived!&lt;br /&gt;Is tat all you can say?&lt;br /&gt;that I'm a dog &amp; to stay away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my saying.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK LA BITCH!&lt;br /&gt;MUST I SAY IT AGAIN?&lt;br /&gt;I TOLD YOU THAT SALLY BUSINESS IS OUR BUSINESS ALSO.&lt;br /&gt;You ppl can't read is it?&lt;br /&gt;Don't understand simple english eh?&lt;br /&gt;and I also tell you that you guys are dealing with &lt;br /&gt;her family NOW! When we say family, I'm COMPLETELY into dis.&lt;br /&gt;I told you not to ask me to stay away also ryte.&lt;br /&gt;Why ask me to stay away? SCARED?&lt;br /&gt;You say its between Sally and you guys.&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me correct that. &lt;br /&gt;Its between you guys and Sally's ppl now.&lt;br /&gt;and I really think that you need to know how to &lt;br /&gt;differentiate between human and a dog.&lt;br /&gt;You say you won't disturb Sally if she never &lt;br /&gt;criticise modern dance in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;Let me ask you. Why do you ppl cannot accept &lt;br /&gt;comments from other ppl? It may seems to be a &lt;br /&gt;negative comment but doesn't mean its a criticism.&lt;br /&gt;So what if it is a criticism. &lt;br /&gt;Korg mati pe klau org ckp mcm tu?&lt;br /&gt;You told sally to stop criticising ppl &lt;br /&gt;and you will stop criticising her.&lt;br /&gt;Hello?! Kau sape nak suro die STOP criticising?&lt;br /&gt;I know la dat is wrong and might hurt others feelings.&lt;br /&gt;But asking her to stop criticising? &lt;br /&gt;GILER EH? So does this mean if she didn't criticise&lt;br /&gt;again, you also won't criticise her and any other ppl?&lt;br /&gt;and if you do eventhough Sally is not invlove in your &lt;br /&gt;criticism, what shall I do to you guys huh?&lt;br /&gt;You say though its her opinion but other &lt;br /&gt;ppl have feelings too.&lt;br /&gt;You're right! So that's why if her opinion hurts &lt;br /&gt;you real bad, you shud just cover ur damn ears.&lt;br /&gt;You say that Sally don't like it when you say that &lt;br /&gt;she have smelly maggoty butt. &lt;br /&gt;Duh! Who likes it unless the person is a real idiots,&lt;br /&gt;for example, you ppl. Suddenly you ppl mention &lt;br /&gt;butt, among everything else, which makes you ppl&lt;br /&gt;look STUPID cos you've just convinced me that&lt;br /&gt;you guys actually smell and look at ppl's butt.&lt;br /&gt;You say that its not they who created the dance.&lt;br /&gt;Much worse. Its not your dance step some more.&lt;br /&gt;So why must make a big deal out of it, when its not&lt;br /&gt;even your original move. Pukimak! You ppl&lt;br /&gt;could have at least say &lt;br /&gt;"A'ah sey! Ape nak buat? Joget aje ah!"&lt;br /&gt;But no! You ppl want it to be like this ryte?&lt;br /&gt;So here it is. Now you're dealing with us.&lt;br /&gt;and by the way, you still not ready to reveal yourself?&lt;br /&gt;LICK your own pussy mothafuckers! If you want to&lt;br /&gt;talk to me, show your name la assholes.&lt;br /&gt;Dah la tak suke sally, still want Sally in your names.&lt;br /&gt;STUPID ASSHOLES MOTHAFUCKERS.&lt;br /&gt;Jgn nak pandai2 ajar org to do the rite thing.&lt;br /&gt;Perangai mcm budak kecik! The steps is not yours&lt;br /&gt;and you shud know what you ppl have just said.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't understand about the pornstar thingy.&lt;br /&gt;You're telling me that PORNSTAR=FAMOUS?&lt;br /&gt;I really pity you guys who thinks that&lt;br /&gt;pornstars are famous. Which means that you guys&lt;br /&gt;need to work on your moral education and&lt;br /&gt;thinking. Oh damn I forgot! You guys are stupid assholes!&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, got anything else to say?&lt;br /&gt;Settle it with us, okay Bitches?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-4117135800938245366?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/4117135800938245366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=4117135800938245366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/4117135800938245366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/4117135800938245366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/02/ooooh.html' title=''/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022530244428120611.post-2579789209961665733</id><published>2008-02-12T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T19:06:27.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Yay!! I'm back! Chinese New Year Holiday..wasted just like that. Seriously sey, I did not do anything but lazing around the house and sleeping all day long(mcm biase jugak!). HEH. So begin on Sunday. Meet Ika and Azura at Starbucks, Civic. Soon after I settle down, Ika started snapping picture. Gatal ehh! HAHA! She gave Azura and me keychain and a bookmark. The bookmark is soo cute sey! Got colour2 like rainbow. Haha. Thank you Ika. Was talking to each other when something cross my mind. I've been looking forward to catch the movie - p/s I love you. Yes, its only being released on Valentine's day. Coincidentally, Ika got no date kan..so we thought of going la. Then Azura also recently broke up with his bf(or not). Hah..ya, I don't really know if they are together or not. Soo conpusing! Hehe. Then Ika was like, "Sape la kite ni. Kite tak hot mcm dorg tu(Saleha &amp; Azura)!" HAHA! Sad story plak! Takpe la Ika, kite laku jugak! Skrg nie kite bukan ade satu, bukan juga dua tapi 3 org punye date. Triple date la tu! I just hope the plan will go on as it is.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;11 February 2008&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;After school, planned to meet up with Steph &amp; Afiq. Want to complete English homework yg belambak tuu! Already got ready when Mum asked me to accompany her buy prepaid card for Dad's friend. Of course la he give money to buy the card. Wah, senang2 bapak aku nak belikan untuk die. Wanted to buy at Starhub shop there but they run out of stock &amp; ask to go to 7-11 instead. While waiting for it to process, there's this Malay boy came up to the counter to pay for his drinks. No, not coca-cola drink. Drink as in "drink" and get drunk! Haha. Then Mum was like staring at him. Huahua. Of course la! That guy is also like gundu like tat. Cui-cui la ckit, sblom nak beli tu. Make sure tkde makcik2 ke pakcik2 ke. Kalau makcik pakcik yg straight-forward nmpk, conferm kene sound! Yalah, malu rite like tat?! Haiyah. Enuf said bout that la. Went to study and ended at 11 plus. On the way home, Saz Irfan called Afiq. Then talk to me. Yelah, dh boring baru carik kite kan. Hahah. Siak. Reached home and flat on the bed!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Today, 12 February 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was sooo sleepy! Except for PE. PE was dead fun! Slack ah. We were supposed to run around the field for two round but ended up walking and run when it reaches to half the field. Its not even two rounds! HEHE. Played javeline and discus, according to index number. While waiting for our turn, we slack around, laughing our ass off. It was soo funny la looking at the boys all. &amp; yeah, thanks to Stephanie for making me laugh non-stop. I laugh when Steph said that Nisa's discus drop onto the ground. Okayla, Nisa is a very thin girl and you know la, discus is heavy rite. A thin girl and a heavy discus. Go figure it out ey. Hah. Then Afiq tkde keje. Run up to evryone who is standing and knock his knee against the back knee of others, kick my leg and do all sorts of crap! I punched him in the back. It hurts, I know, but he pretend that its not by stretching his back and twist his waist. Heahaha. Whatever. Meet Yan after school, before tutorial. He just got back from an interview from SAF what crap la. But I think its for peremadic course bcos he took a nursing course at ITE. Then we talked for awhile and went back inside for Science tutorial. After tutorial, we meet again outside and go buy smoky. Laugh out loud happily then go home. Meeting them later. Hehe.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022530244428120611-2579789209961665733?l=xnaneeex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/feeds/2579789209961665733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5022530244428120611&amp;postID=2579789209961665733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/2579789209961665733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022530244428120611/posts/default/2579789209961665733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnaneeex.blogspot.com/2008/02/yay-im-back-chinese-new-year-holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>lady-vee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OG9jbagw198/SaaxWDejA-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/TmPAlzFJQeA/S220/Image032-2%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
