<?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-8781520</id><updated>2011-05-25T05:27:38.539-07:00</updated><category term='vacation'/><title type='text'>WaVeS oF LiFe</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>161</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-2180446886651242716</id><published>2007-09-15T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T09:18:52.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bye!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;HELLO PEOPLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;I'M NO LONGER USING TIS BLOG..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;VISIT MY NEW BLOG AT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;freniq.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-2180446886651242716?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/2180446886651242716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=2180446886651242716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/2180446886651242716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/2180446886651242716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2007/09/bye.html' title='bye!'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-514675926705245316</id><published>2007-05-03T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T22:54:17.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To SiCk Or NoT tO siCk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I tot that i was the most waterproof person in this universe. Tot that i could dance in the rain, umbrella-less, without falling sick anytime soon. But in the end.. here i am.. at home.. have to keep track of the time.. every 6 hours.. to consume.. the.. panadols. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Extra strong &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;panadols&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Bleargh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'll be spending alot this month. Not for myself, but for others. There are &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;3 birthdays&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;mother's day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Mom's b'day is on the 9th, Farah's is on the 10th, Jia's (my cuz cum sidekick) is on the 12th and mother's day is on the 13th. I have 3 mothers ok! 1st mom is my &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;ORIGINAL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;mom, 2nd mom is my grandaunt who takes care of me ever since the time when my head was the size of an &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;apple&lt;/span&gt; and my body was the size of a &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;banana&lt;/span&gt; (i'm not exaggerating!), 3rd mom is my aunt who had also took care of me when i was the size of those fruits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Really dunno what kind of gifts to buy for them. And waiting for my pay day is like waiting for the snow to drop from the sky. Every 10th of the month. Yawn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I need to do a serious shopping.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ANYONE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-514675926705245316?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/514675926705245316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=514675926705245316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/514675926705245316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/514675926705245316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2007/05/to-sick-or-not-to-sick.html' title='To SiCk Or NoT tO siCk.'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-3463048151647329312</id><published>2007-04-15T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T04:08:16.855-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>LoNg tiMe No BLoG..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Helloo I'm back in the bloggin scene..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Kinda miss bloggin bout my life.. There are lots of things that i didn't blog about for the past few months.. especially bout my graduation nite gathering and graduation ceremony. Cerita da basi pon.. Hahakz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Memory During Graduation Ceremony.. The Harry Porter Wannabes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGEhZPPTvGI/RiIHJbPTyEI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-mfe5My7nN0/s1600-h/graduation+friends+forever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053609590375303234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGEhZPPTvGI/RiIHJbPTyEI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-mfe5My7nN0/s400/graduation+friends+forever.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So niwaes.. There's nothing new bout me.. I'm still the same.. My life is pretty much the same.. My house is still the same.. And the cockroaches are still at large (and i've become the "most wanted" murderer in their tiny community).. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I've been working in IRAS as a temp clerical officer for the past 2 weeks.. And it's really FUN. Basically my job is to screen forms that the taxpayers have submitted for this month's taxing period. All the temp officers have to work in team, and my team mates are all super fun to be wif. Everyday there'll be endless of teasing and laughter.. And our supervisor don't mind that we make alot of noise.. as long as we do our work properly laa.. Cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But i'm still on a lookout for a proper job. What for having a diploma if i can't find a proper job, rite? Sigh.. This is goin to be tough. I'm not goin to apply for IT jobs. Some peeps tot that i was mad when i said that. But i wld rather toreh getah and tanam padi than having to do programming or networking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So i guess that's all folks.. Will update soon. Ciao. &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/8781520-3463048151647329312?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/3463048151647329312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=3463048151647329312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/3463048151647329312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/3463048151647329312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2007/04/long-time-no-blog.html' title='LoNg tiMe No BLoG..'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGEhZPPTvGI/RiIHJbPTyEI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-mfe5My7nN0/s72-c/graduation+friends+forever.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-117257732286358498</id><published>2007-02-27T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T03:55:23.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LiFe Is UnFaIr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Life is unfair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes, life is so unfair that when darl called me just now, i was shouting and crying and wailing that "life is unfair!!" before he even get to say hello to me. Being a good boyfren that he is, he tried to calm me down by reasoning things out to me. Gave me the whole idea on why life is unfair and why we have to go thru it and why God put certain peeps in such unfair situations and more. He talked so inspiringly that i nodded at every of his sentences (like as if he could see that). I tot I was feeling better oredi. But before a minute had passed, i started to cry again. And he tried to console me again and said that it was okay to cry. And then, i'd stopped crying. And before a minute had passed, i cried again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I saw that son of the bitch scurrying around the house again. Or maybe it's a bitch. Or son of the bitch. Didn't get to check the gender. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was referring to the cockroach. Cockroaches do not deserve to be categorized as pest anymore coz they make my life miserable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And i saw one laid lifelessly in farah's small fish tank and i almost cried again. Not because i pitied that lil scumbag. It's becoz it looked so disgusting that i wanted to puke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes i'm blabbering. Coz life is unfair.&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/8781520-117257732286358498?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/117257732286358498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=117257732286358498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/117257732286358498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/117257732286358498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2007/02/life-is-unfair.html' title='LiFe Is UnFaIr.'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-117224771048497444</id><published>2007-02-22T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T09:50:56.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tWiSt Of FaTe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'd ironed my jeans, top, bolero and scarf.&lt;br /&gt;I'd already dressed myself up.&lt;br /&gt;I was ready to get out from the house to meet nazira and ayu.&lt;br /&gt;But why-oh-why must mom told me at that very last minute to fetch my younger bro from the childcare centre coz he's sick and i've to stay at home and take care of him????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Actually it's not a big problem for me to take care of my siblings. Really.&lt;br /&gt;But duh. Of all the days that i was free, why must this happened at the very moment when i wanted to hang out wif my fellow frens?&lt;br /&gt;Sobs.&lt;br /&gt;No hanging out at Suntec City's Starbucks then.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next time.. i hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/655806/IMG_5176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/400/892947/IMG_5176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;My lil bro - Fahmie aka Boboy, 18 mths old. Now i really wonder why we'd nicknamed him as "Boboy". It sounds better when we say it than having to read it in text as "Boboy". Err. It's okay if you don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Niwaes it's not really difficult to handle him. Give him something to eat.. and voila! He'll keep his mouth shut coz he's too busy munching away.&lt;br /&gt;So today.. as expected.. while taking care of him, he wld tug at my hands, took my hand into his, and led me to the kitchen every few minutes. Then he told me in his baby language to take the junk foods for him from the kitchen counter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;He wld go, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Nana.. nana.. bapok.. bapok",&lt;/span&gt; while pointing at the junk foods.&lt;br /&gt;Actually &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;"Bapok" = "Keropok".&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he calls every junk foods, "Bapok".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*(O.o)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;He loves to eat. He's even quite excited when mom calls him to take his medicine. Every food is like heaven to him. Unlike farah. She cried when her teacher told her to eat. Yes, i'm not lying. That's why she looks like a stick now. But when i'm eating, she takes the opportunity to disturb me and wants me to share my food wif her. And it's really annoying if i'm really hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ard 4 pm, nazira and ayu came to my house. As they had nowhere to hang out (and some of the shops they wanted to go were closed) , they decided to come to my house to eat and "lepak". Hahakz. I'm so touched. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/346007/IMG_5179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/400/48031/IMG_5179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Pity nazira. She was damn hungry. As there was not alot of food in my house, we decided to order Saprino's pizza - San Remo and Italian Classic. Luckily we had enuf money to pay for the pizza. Or else, one of us had to go and wash plates or something. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;While waiting for the pizza to arrive, we watched hindi movie, 'Dil Hai Tum Hara'. Nazira even made an effort to talk to boboy.. And she was very happy indeed when he responded. Hahakz.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/986085/IMG_5189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/400/78130/IMG_5189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/921101/IMG_5187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/400/115251/IMG_5187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/874599/IMG_5188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/400/50954/IMG_5188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;After everyhting, they finally left my house at ard 6.30pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;SoOo my dear gerlfrens.. When's the next outing?&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/8781520-117224771048497444?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/117224771048497444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=117224771048497444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/117224771048497444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/117224771048497444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2007/02/twist-of-fate.html' title='tWiSt Of FaTe.'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-117211464847131501</id><published>2007-02-22T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T09:29:29.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DiTcH tHe JoB. NoT aGaiN!.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Ever since sch's over, momsy has took control of my lappy to do her work. So nowadays it's hard for me to update my blog. And even if i get to update my blog, i'll not be able to complete the post and have to save it as a draft and publish it on the next few days. Suaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny that a few days ago i tot that i'd alot of story to post on my blog. But now, when i'm already at my blogger's post page, my mind goes blank. The STM (Short Term Memory) illness has suddenly striked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok just a short update of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually nothing much. I've been given another tele-freakin-surveyor job by this agency. I asked some of my family members for their opinions on the tele-surveyor job, and most of them disapprove it. I've to go for the interview today.. and.. well, as everyone seems to disapprove that job, i might as well ditch it. Yup, i'm easily influenced by my love ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my life is pretty boring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-117211464847131501?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/117211464847131501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=117211464847131501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/117211464847131501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/117211464847131501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2007/02/ditch-job-not-again.html' title='DiTcH tHe JoB. NoT aGaiN!.'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-117172546849279842</id><published>2007-02-17T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T19:27:50.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HeCtiC.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanna take this opportunity to wish all the Chinese a very "Happy Chinese New Year"!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I've done nothing interesting today. I've spent most of my time sitting infront of the lappy and surf the net until i've really run out of idea on what to surf next. I've been bloghopping here and there, and i predict that by tonite, i wld pretty much know everything about everyone's life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;No mood to go out today. Juz wanna have a good rest.. as the last few days had been VERY hectic for me- especially on last thursday. That day had been an unusual day for me coz i'd actually woke up quite early in the morning to play badminton wif nazira and nurul huda (our ex-primary schoolmates) at the Sports Complex nearby. HAH. It has been quite a long time since i had a good workout. So now is the time to get rid of all the fats! Coz, believe me, i have gained almost 5 kg during my 3 years in RP! Thanks to that very person that i really adore so much. You know who you are :P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I didn't know that different peeps have different ways of playing badminton, until that badminton session wif the fellow frens. And guess what, you can even put in some tarian dance steps while playing badminton. Nazira is already quite pro in that. You should see her turn one whole round while trying to pick the shuttlecock up from the floor. It looked like as if she was dancing. It was hilarious! hahakz. Thanks to huda who actually noticed that! Overall, we really had fun :)! So gerls, when is our next badminton session?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/953826/Picture%20109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/400/105820/Picture%20109.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/381580/Picture%20111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/400/830685/Picture%20111.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/953826/Picture%20109.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/57514/Picture%20115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/400/119485/Picture%20115.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;After the badminton session i had helped kak shelah to deliver her prune cakes to her ex-colleagues at the Tanjong Pagar DBS building. Even though all parts of my body were aching so badly, i had the very strength to go around searching and hailing for taxi while carrying 2 plastic bags of 5 boxes of cakes in the drizzling rain. I surprised myself for having the energy to do so. Lesson learned: Do not underestimate my own capability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'd also helped her to deliver the prune cakes the next morning (fri [yesterday] morning). Kak shelah is one of my cuz that i really adore.. So i have no problem in helping her even though i'm not in my best state. By the time i reached home, i was so damn tired that i could lose my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So now i'm blessed to be home.. all by myself.. free from being bothered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sighss. I've never been in such a hectic situation before. I hope it'll not happen again. If not, i'm gonna kick somebody ass.&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/8781520-117172546849279842?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/117172546849279842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=117172546849279842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/117172546849279842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/117172546849279842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2007/02/hectic.html' title='HeCtiC.'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-117145714854069339</id><published>2007-02-15T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T04:26:51.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WhAt Am i To Do WiTh My jObLeSs LiFe??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;My life journey in RP is finally over.&lt;br /&gt;Well, not quite officially coz i still have to wait for the final overall results and see if i can ever qualify to graduate. I need to pray hard so that i don't have to repeat another semester and go thru another PBL shits again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm gonna miss you all, my dear frens. Despite having to go thru the PBL shits for 3 years, they have made my life journey in RP so meaningful, fun, err.. meaningful and fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-1e.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=ms&amp;il=1&amp;channel=144115188079738654&amp;site=widget-1e.slide.com" width="475" height="345" name="flashticker" align="middle"/&gt;&lt;div style="width:475px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;tt=24&amp;sk=2&amp;cy=ms&amp;th=20&amp;id=144115188079738654&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1e.slide.com/p1/144115188079738654/ms_t024_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;tt=24&amp;sk=2&amp;cy=ms&amp;th=20&amp;id=144115188079738654&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1e.slide.com/p2/144115188079738654/ms_t024_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Since my very first year in RP, my butt itched to get out of RP ASAP. Now the time is coming.. And despite being very happy, i'm still wondering what the hell am i suppose to do wif my life next. And i only have 3 options up my sleeve: Further study, Work FULL-time, or just get married. HAH. (ok i'm only joking on the last part).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My first step is to search for a temp job. I've oredi sent gazillions of resumes online. Ok gazillions is too much. Maybe ard 20 - 40 resumes.. But so far i've only received about 5 phone calls from different agencies.. And all the jobs they gave me didn't really suit my taste. Two agencies offered me a job as a telemarker. And please, i'll never do telemarketing even for a million years to come (unless that's the only last job on earth). One offered me an admin cum customer service job for this travel agency/company.. The agency consultant listed down all the tasks that i wld need to do, and there was alot of it! And the pay is only 5.80/hr!! And i've to commit for 6 months -1 year! Can go siao. HMPF. Get my hopes high for nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So rite now i'm quite demoralised to send any resumes again. But i know that i cannot give up just yet. Sigh. I've to go for an interview at John Little - Specialist Centre at 11 am tomorrow. Actually i've no intention to apply any retail jobs again coz i've had enuf of having to work like a wonder woman and having my leisure time being taken away. Thanks to the experiences that i had from working at Watsons. But i guess it won't hurt to go for another interview. And who knows if i can get a simple job such as basket collector or garbage collector or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-117145714854069339?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/117145714854069339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=117145714854069339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/117145714854069339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/117145714854069339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-am-i-to-do-with-my-jobless-life.html' title='WhAt Am i To Do WiTh My jObLeSs LiFe??'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-117113007784244881</id><published>2007-02-10T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T19:29:19.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SiGhZzZz...!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My head won't stop aching.&lt;br /&gt;And my coughing seems to last forever.&lt;br /&gt;And i've a hard time swallowing the panadols.&lt;br /&gt;Soo unlike me.. coz usually it only takes me a few seconds to gulp down any pills.&lt;br /&gt;Guess i can't be the record breaker for now.&lt;br /&gt;And that Breacol cough syrup..&lt;br /&gt;I never tot that it wld taste like an insect repellent.&lt;br /&gt;And it hasn't even expire yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;And talking bout insect repellent..&lt;br /&gt;I saw that stupid pest sneaking into my room again.&lt;br /&gt;I was sooo pissed off!&lt;br /&gt;Do you all have any idea on how to say, "Get out of my room you ugly pest! Can't you see that there's no delicious foods in here!?" in Cockroachean language?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Selagi aku tak ckp ngan dorg, selagi tu dorg tak paham bahasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And duh, parents.&lt;br /&gt;I was only asking for the Shieldtox spray.&lt;br /&gt;I never asked you to give me another 'go-clean-your-room-coz-it's-cockroach-infested' lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Niwaes i just came back from Pioneer mall.&lt;br /&gt;Went to meet kak shelah and her sis-in-law to-be at the McD.&lt;br /&gt;The sis has juz received her 'O' levels results yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;And she needed some advice on the polytechnic course that she should apply.&lt;br /&gt;Actually she can only apply design-related courses..&lt;br /&gt;So she finally decided to take Interior design as her first choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;After the discussion, we walked home together.&lt;br /&gt;We really had fun talking crap and laughing all the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Along the way darl called me.&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays he loves to tease me alot.&lt;br /&gt;Worse still, sometimes he loves to jokingly-threaten me to talk to his dad.&lt;br /&gt;And today i was not spared.&lt;br /&gt;I was like half pleading and half shouting at him, "no, No, NO! Please don't!! UUUUUU!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Actually i'm not scared of his dad.&lt;br /&gt;Oklah.. abit only la..&lt;br /&gt;Oklah.. not abit la.. Alot laa. heh.&lt;br /&gt;Coz it's just out of respect.&lt;br /&gt;And his dad is not someone whom you can mess ard with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dia bukan calang2 org seyy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So i kept on pleading to darl to stop playing jokes on me..&lt;br /&gt;And it's too late.. he had already passed the phone to his dad.&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly i heard this very no-nonsense tone of voice..&lt;br /&gt;(I was shaking so hard (and the nite breeze made it even hard for me to stop shivering!) and i could actually feel the McD's foods (Fries, Wedges, Fillet and Ice-Lemon Tea) inside my stomach rised up to my throat. I tried hard not to vomit coz i didn't want to waste the $5.25 Fillet-O-fish meal that kak shelah had treated me jus now!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Dad (in law? wahaha): Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Me: (quivering slightly) hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Dad: Apa khabar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Me: Err baik.. Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Dad: Tgh buat apa tu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Me: Tgh jalan nak balik rumah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Dad: Ni nak tanya sikit ni....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Me: (Un ouh.).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Dad:...Tgh jalan malam2 mcm ni sambil berbual dengan iqbal tak tersandung batu ke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Me: *(O.o)* Hehe tak.. (relieved that he was just joking ard!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Dad: Tak? Ni pakai cermin mata ke tak ni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Me: Hehe tak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;My giggling fit get the best out of me. One of my stupid habits when i'm soo nervous.&lt;br /&gt;I should be slapped on the face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I hope the dad won't think that i've one screw loose or something.&lt;br /&gt;And luckily he didn't ask me tough questions or make me recite all the Surah in the Al-Quran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Another problem is my bro.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever he's back from camp, i'll hear him shouting in rage at his girlfren (going to be his ex) over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;tsk-tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I heard that the girlfren is getting engage soon. With another guy who is way older than bro.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno who am i suppose to side wif, but both have to be knocked senseless on the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The girlfren said that she can't waif for bro anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Like duh, she's only 21 and she said that she can't wait??&lt;br /&gt;It's not like as if she's gonna be abducted by aliens soon and need to get married fast before it's too late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;And bro, i wish that he can just forget about the girlfren larh.&lt;br /&gt;He cannot force her to love him if she doesn't love him anymore, rite?&lt;br /&gt;And please bro, you know that there are lots of chicks who are actually head over heels &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;over you!&lt;br /&gt;So why bother being desperate and trying to shout your lungs out when you know that she's not going to change her mind?&lt;br /&gt;Have pride in urself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Actually i know that i've to be knocked senseless on the head too for saying those things above.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's hard to really let someone go when you really love that someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But from this quote, it says that: "If you love somebody, you should set them free. If they don't come back again, then it's meant to be.".&lt;br /&gt;But can i let darl go if i have to let him go??&lt;br /&gt;NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I pity bro larr..&lt;br /&gt;He's heartbroken for 2 times oredi.&lt;br /&gt;The two girls whom he had loved so much had dumped him for another guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Dunno what the girlfren is thinking sia..&lt;br /&gt;Does she think that the 5-years relationship wif bro is just a BIG JOKE?&lt;br /&gt;If yes, then go and laugh la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-117113007784244881?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/117113007784244881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=117113007784244881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/117113007784244881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/117113007784244881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2007/02/sighzzzz.html' title='SiGhZzZz...!!'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-117077670993108463</id><published>2007-02-06T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T07:54:47.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LoVeLy DaTe WiF dArL..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks for spending some quality time wif me :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Tot that i wouldn't get to meet darl at all today. We had a minor dispute yesterday. I tot that he didn't want to meet me at all. So i got very upset and sms-ed nonsensical things to him. Haha. But luckily we managed to solve our problem as soon as possible. That's what i love bout him. He don't really like to prolong small arguments between us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;We finally met each other at Westmall shopping centre. At first i tot that we could only meet for a short while. So i was quite disappointed. But then he said that he was willing to stay ard longer.. That had really lighten up my mood. It has been quite some time since we had a proper date together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;He treated me to Swensens! Since i was not that hungry, i decided to have an ice cream only. SoOo unlike me. Hahakz. And he had the soup of the day and calamari rings.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Err.. Sticky Chewy Chocolate.. I think..:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/881626/Copy%201%20of%20Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/400/932270/Copy%201%20of%20Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/357520/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/400/987243/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Calamari Rings. All time favourite!!:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/704691/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/400/44172/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/607850/Copy%201%20of%20Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/400/739012/Copy%201%20of%20Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;After Swensens, we went to watch a movie: "Apocalypto".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/562457/404px-Apocalypto_teaser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/400/100540/404px-Apocalypto_teaser.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;It's an epic movie about red indians. Alot of gore. The disgusting part was when the villagers who were held prisoners were sacrificed to the sun god. The priest cut out their hearts and chopped their heads. Erk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ok laa.. that's all folks. Wanna sleep. I've to attend a sch workshop tomorrow morning which starts at 9 am and end at 5 pm. Darn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-117077670993108463?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/117077670993108463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=117077670993108463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/117077670993108463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/117077670993108463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2007/02/lovely-date-wif-darl.html' title='LoVeLy DaTe WiF dArL..'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-117073308341266387</id><published>2007-02-06T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T19:38:03.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SeLfiSh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Aku sanggup skip another lesson just to spend time wif u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now see what you've done to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Takde perasaan langsong.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-117073308341266387?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/117073308341266387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=117073308341266387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/117073308341266387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/117073308341266387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2007/02/selfish_06.html' title='SeLfiSh.'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-117066096138220401</id><published>2007-02-05T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T08:12:20.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ShOeS n GrAdUaTiOn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congratulations to the S'pore Lions Soccer Team!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You've made us proud by winning Champion in the Asean Football Championship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Yesterday went to watch the 2ng leg match between s'pore and thailand wif my relatives at my aunt's house. Thailand players played better in this 2nd leg match than the 1st one. Throughout the first half, they almost didn't give chance for s'pore players to get the ball. They almost scored alot of times. Scary. But it seemed that s'pore was very lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Watching the match was like watching wrestling on the field. Very funny. Every few minutes, there must be someone who wld be injured. Rolled over the field. Got kicked on the face. Was being pushed down. Was tripped over and fell hard onto the grass. Got spit on the face? I think i saw that. Or maybe my eyes played tricks on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tsk-tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I did nothing during the weekends. Tot of going out and had some fun; to celebrate the completion of my FYP. But as nobody was at home and i was alone and no one could bother me, i decided to just stay at home. The spoilt brat siblings were at grand aunt's house. I had the house to myself. So, enjoy. Watched hindi movies until i'd gone mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Reached school at ard 11 am this morning. Monday blues. Too sleepy to wake up early. Another 1 more week to freedom day. So what's the use of waking up early rite? hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I need a new pair of shoes. Seriously. See how bad my shoe looks like now. Retak seribu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/947360/Copy%201%20of%20Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/400/617324/Copy%201%20of%20Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;So far, i've wrecked more than 5 slippers. And I'm only a size 5. Wonder what wld happen if i'm a size 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I remember during my last year in secondary school , i wore a pair of shoes wif cotton sticking out, and i didn't even bother to buy a new one. When there was a spot check, the teacher looked at it and went &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"OH MY GOD FARIHANA! BUY A NEW ONE PLEASE!".&lt;/span&gt; And i just smiled at her like an idiot. I wore that cotton-sticking shoes until graduation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I think it's time for me to wear nice shoe. Not just nice but pretty, sophisticate, vogue shoes. Coz i'm going to enter the working world. No more sports shoes. No more sandals. No more slippers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;(unless wanna go market or toilet).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;In the afternoon after sch, there was a talk on the Graduation Ceremony and everything that associated wif our graduation. The talk was held at the very new 'The Republic Culture Centre' (TRCC), and for the first time, RP had a very big auditorium!! All of us were so the Jakonese. So, aper lagi.. ambik gambar ler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/400/213927/IMG_4994.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/743107/Picture%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/400/116458/Picture%20016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/109298/Picture%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/400/226115/Picture%20018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;And can you believe it? All the graduating students must buy their own Graduation gown for $22!! What are they thinking sia? Ingat mak bpk aku cap duit ke?? Niwaes the gown looks like a church's choir costume. No doubt i'll look ridiculous in that. Sigh.&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/8781520-117066096138220401?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/117066096138220401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=117066096138220401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/117066096138220401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/117066096138220401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2007/02/shoes-n-graduation.html' title='ShOeS n GrAdUaTiOn!'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-117057274295572069</id><published>2007-02-04T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T23:05:42.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MaRyLaNd CrAb SheLLs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;p/s: Happy 1 yr 2 mths to us :)!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Niwas I was searching for Pasta Recipes..&lt;br /&gt;(tak de keje lain la beb).&lt;br /&gt;And i totally love this one, Maryland Crab Shells.&lt;br /&gt;Tot of sharing wif u all..&lt;br /&gt;So, enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Maryland Crab Shells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/243171/MD_Crab_Shells.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/400/596854/MD_Crab_Shells.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Serves 6-8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-24-30 Jumbo Shells&lt;br /&gt;-12 oz. crab meat&lt;br /&gt;-1 tbsp. of green pepper, finely chopped&lt;br /&gt;-1 tbsp. of red onion, finely chopped&lt;br /&gt;-3 tbsp. margarine, divided&lt;br /&gt;-1/2 tsp. pepper&lt;br /&gt;-1 tsp. Old Bay Seasoning&lt;br /&gt;-1 egg, beaten&lt;br /&gt;-2 cups skim milk, divided&lt;br /&gt;-1/2 cup low-fat mayonnaise&lt;br /&gt;-2 tbsp. flour&lt;br /&gt;-1/2 cup grated Parmesan cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Direction:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Cook pasta according to package directions. While pasta is cooking, sauté green pepper and onion in 1 tsp. melted margarine until tender.&lt;br /&gt;Combine the crab meat, spices, egg, 2 tbsp. milk, vegetables, and mayonnaise. Spoon mixture into shells. Spray the bottom of a 9 x 13 casserole dish with cooking spray, place stuffed shells in dish in a single layer.&lt;br /&gt;Melt 2 tbsp. of margarine in saucepan. Over low flame, stir in flour with a wire whisk and gradually add 1-1/2 cups of milk. When sauce is smooth, stir in Parmesan cheese. Drizzle sauce over shells. Sprinkle top with Old Bay seasoning. Bake for 30 minutes or until bubbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Each Serving Provides:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;324 Calories&lt;br /&gt;22 g Protein&lt;br /&gt;29 g Carbohydrates&lt;br /&gt;13 g Fat&lt;br /&gt;105 mg Cholesterol&lt;br /&gt;597 mg Sodium&lt;br /&gt;44 mcg Folate&lt;br /&gt;Calories from Fat 35% &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For more pasta recipes, visit: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ilovepasta.org/recipes.html"&gt;http://www.ilovepasta.org/recipes.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-117057274295572069?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/117057274295572069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=117057274295572069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/117057274295572069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/117057274295572069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2007/02/maryland-crab-shells.html' title='MaRyLaNd CrAb SheLLs.'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-117046980396131087</id><published>2007-02-03T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T18:30:03.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CoCkRoAcH-bUsTiNg.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was up all night last night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did some &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cockroach-busting.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wonder why that &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;disgusting little yucky insect&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; even bother to come to my room.&lt;br /&gt;Suka2 kakak dia nye laki je.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like as if there's alot of foods in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Really irritating.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why they even exist in this world.&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop freaking the shits out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HMPH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now my bedroom smells of shieldtox spray.&lt;br /&gt;I sprayed like org gila just to kill one cockroach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;And ya, need to buy new shieldtox spray.&lt;br /&gt;One is not enuf.&lt;br /&gt;Need to buy 10.&lt;br /&gt;1 bottle to kill one cockroach.&lt;br /&gt;hahakz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;And to mommy dearest,&lt;br /&gt;You could help me alot by not &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;comparing&lt;/span&gt; my bedroom to my cousins' bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;It's not like as if my bedroom is so untidy and there is alot of dust all over and whoever come to my room wld die instantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Tengok kak _________ punyer bilik tu. lawa je. Bla bla bla bla bla"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Skali mak dia yg bersihkan.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Like, ya rite.&lt;br /&gt;Every other women's daughters are more perfect than her own daughter.&lt;br /&gt;"Tengok kak itu. Tengok kak ini."&lt;br /&gt;Kalau part aku, cerita smua negative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAH.&lt;/strong&gt;&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/8781520-117046980396131087?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/117046980396131087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=117046980396131087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/117046980396131087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/117046980396131087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2007/02/cockroach-busting.html' title='CoCkRoAcH-bUsTiNg.'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-117040134674341368</id><published>2007-02-02T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T10:05:47.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KuEh LaPiS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Lila &amp;amp; Nazira tagged me..&lt;br /&gt;So here goes the..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; lapis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Layer ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;On the Outside...&lt;br /&gt;Name: Nur Farihana Jalaluddin&lt;br /&gt;Birth Date: 13 September 1986&lt;br /&gt;Current Status: Happily attached :)!&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color: Black&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color: Black&lt;br /&gt;Righty or Lefty: Righty&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Sign: The Virgin Virgo. Nyeh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Layer TWO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;On the inside...&lt;br /&gt;Your Heritage: Dunno how many percent Boyanese and dunno how many percent indian.&lt;br /&gt;Your Fears: Momok?&lt;br /&gt;Your Weaknesses: Tak nak bilang arh. Nanti korg ejek aku. huahua.&lt;br /&gt;Your Perfect Pizza: Handmade dough, lotz of Mozarella cheese, parmesan cheese, chicken, pepperoni, turkey bacon, barbeque sauce and chili sauce. Wow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Layer THREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts first waking up: Wanna skip class or not?&lt;br /&gt;Your Bedtime: After talking wif darl on the phone and together fell asleep with the phone still on. *(O.o)*&lt;br /&gt;Your most missed memory: Whenever i eat and laugh alot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Layer FOUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Your Pick...&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: Coke.&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's or Burger King: Burger King&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike: Adidas&lt;br /&gt;Lipton tea or Nestea: Lipton tea&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Cappuccino or coffee: Cappuccino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Layer FIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do you...&lt;br /&gt;Smoke: No.&lt;br /&gt;Curse: Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Layer SIX &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;In the past month...&lt;br /&gt;Drank alcohol: No.&lt;br /&gt;Gone to the mall: Few times only..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Been on stage: Nopes.&lt;br /&gt;Eaten sushi: Yes. At Seoul Garden&lt;br /&gt;Dyed your hair: Nopes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Layer SEVEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Have You Ever?&lt;br /&gt;Played a stripping game: Yuck. No.&lt;br /&gt;Changed who you were to fit in: Yes. But i end up realizing that it was stupid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Layer EIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Age you're hoping to be married: 23 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Layer NINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;In a Girl/Guy...&lt;br /&gt;Best eye colour: Tak cerewet&lt;br /&gt;Best hair colour: Tak cerewet&lt;br /&gt;Short or long hair: Must be short. If long, he'll look like orang gila. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Layer TEN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;What Were You Doing...&lt;br /&gt;1 minute ago: Watching Hindustan with Nazira&lt;br /&gt;1 hour ago: Munching chewing gum.&lt;br /&gt;4.5 hours ago: Lunch with Lila, Syaidah and Nazira&lt;br /&gt;1 month ago: Busy wif FYP.&lt;br /&gt;1 year ago: Which month? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Layer ELEVEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Finish the sentence...&lt;br /&gt;I love: Darl, Friends, Family.&lt;br /&gt;I feel: Cold, as i'm in the library now.&lt;br /&gt;I hate: Cockcroaches!&lt;br /&gt;I hide: My diary in my bookshelf. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;I miss: Darl.&lt;br /&gt;I need: to go toilet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Layer TWELVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Tag 5 people&lt;br /&gt;I can only think less than 5 peeps.&lt;br /&gt;Isnarti, Raihanah, Nadzera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;That's all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-117040134674341368?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/117040134674341368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=117040134674341368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/117040134674341368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/117040134674341368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2007/02/kueh-lapis.html' title='KuEh LaPiS'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-117039657909192108</id><published>2007-01-31T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T22:09:39.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BiRtHdAy WiSh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt; Happy Birthday to Wan Danish Izan &amp; Bik Ana!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;May Allah bless both of you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/280264/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/400/655883/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yummy Foods:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/90067/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/400/980394/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Swensens' Cars Ice-cream Cake. Double Yummy!:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/915213/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/400/291379/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Okay that's all folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;p/s: eh korang, this sunday jadi tengok bola kat rumah bik ana ke tak??&lt;/span&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/8781520-117039657909192108?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/117039657909192108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=117039657909192108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/117039657909192108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/117039657909192108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2007/01/birthday-wish.html' title='BiRtHdAy WiSh!'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-117018105586869803</id><published>2007-01-29T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T11:03:12.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FYP IS FINALLY OVER!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm proud to announce that FYP is officially, finally OVER!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HooRah!!! HooRah!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Fuh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;My team mates and i had finally presented our FYP to the evaluators juz now in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the look of the 2 evaluators.&lt;br /&gt;Dua2 punyer muka mcm nak kena &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;sut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And they asked questions like as if that was the last thing they wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;haizz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;The bad thing was, they asked quite alot of difficult questions.&lt;br /&gt;But we just answered them like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Entah btol ke tak, main hentam bola je la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Thank God&lt;/span&gt; that they didn't order us to explain more on the programming side of our website (except for the shopping cart).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Actually we don't really care bout what kind of grade we'll get.&lt;br /&gt;We just wanna pass this FYP and get out of RP.&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Okay, enuff bout this FYP thingy.&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to relax and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;PAR-TEEY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Right after we were done wif our presentation, we went straight to the canteen and waited for Ayu and Lila, who also had their presentation today.&lt;br /&gt;We had planned (together wif syaidah, lee lin, aini and Das) to have our lunch cum dinner at Causeway Point's Seoul Garden in the late afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Syaidah and the gang had oredi reached there first and was waiting for us till our presentations were over..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;After Ayu and Lila were done wif their presentation, we had to pack our things immediately so that we could reach Seoul Garden ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;Syaidah had sms-ed nazira that if we came after 5.30 pm, our money wld be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;forfeited!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Meaning that we had to pay more larh.&lt;br /&gt;Time checked in the canteen: It was 5.10 pm oredi!&lt;br /&gt;So we only had 20 mins to reach Seoul Garden!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Nazira had this &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;"VERY GOOD"&lt;/span&gt; idea to help us reached there faster.&lt;br /&gt;She suggested that we should&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; RUN&lt;/span&gt; to causeway point.&lt;br /&gt;Not take bus or taxi.&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RUN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;To make things interesting, all of us were wearing heels.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, we were carrying our heavy bags.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, i was holding a very thick asp.net book.&lt;br /&gt;So we had to run across the roads, grasses and muds while carrying all those things!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And we kept yelling something to each other and at the same time gasping for air.&lt;br /&gt;Such a wonderful experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Once we reached Seoul Garden, we were panting like crazy!&lt;br /&gt;But i was quite surprised that we had actually arrived on time.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe nazira's idea wasn't that bad at all.&lt;br /&gt;hahakz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;And can you believe what happen next??&lt;br /&gt;We found out that Syaidah and Das had &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;fooled&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; us!&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;"money wld be forfeited"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; thing was juz a big joke!&lt;br /&gt;And the &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;mastermind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; who had planned this joke was Das!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*(&gt;.&lt;)* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Luckily nazira only threw one small keropok at him. I wish that i could pour the hot tom yam soup over his head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;hahakz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;But luckily Lee lin and Hui shan got him back by making him eat a sushi wif &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;wasabe sauce (erk!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Wahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Ok here are some of the pics taken by some of my frens:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The three fishball freaks? :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/57795/IMG_4841.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/400/277141/IMG_4841.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Syaidah couldn't stop talking. Ayu and Lila couldn't stop eating!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/690858/IMG_4837.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/400/465384/IMG_4837.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Syaidah was trying to entertain her frens:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/866588/IMG_4836.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/400/153860/IMG_4836.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Was i fanning something or what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/234031/IMG_4844.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/400/554240/IMG_4844.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The more the merrier:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/747556/IMG_4828.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/400/722627/IMG_4828.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The SIT gals and guys:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/844044/IMG_4857.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/400/836150/IMG_4857.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&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/8781520-117018105586869803?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/117018105586869803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=117018105586869803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/117018105586869803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/117018105586869803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2007/01/fyp-is-finally-over.html' title='FYP IS FINALLY OVER!!!'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-116990104774576769</id><published>2007-01-26T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T08:17:24.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PhOtO sHoOt CuM b'DaY pArTy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Weekend is coming..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i really hate weekend &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(yeah u muz think i'm crazy)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz i hate to stay at hm nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;It kinda makes me feel so.. err.. uneasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ok here's what i've done 2day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Believe it or not.&lt;br /&gt;I skipped class again today.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what's wrg wif me.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;In the morning, i had breakfast wif darl at "Jurong West Lama".&lt;br /&gt;We decided to try the foods at the banquet there.&lt;br /&gt;I had chicken rice and darl had chicken noodle..&lt;br /&gt;Quite tasty..&lt;br /&gt;But, again and again, i still prefer the chicken rice at Jurong Point's Banquet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/981747/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/320/396710/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/314180/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/320/609054/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;After we'd finished wif our breakfast, he sent me to sch and went to the mosque for Friday prayer.&lt;br /&gt;The reason why i went to sch was because my friends and i had planned to have a surprise b'day party for Lila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;So after i'd reached sch, i went straight to the exhibition hall, where nazira and her classmates had studio photography lesson&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;(the lesson that i'd just miss yesterday. hmph!).&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The exhibition hall was set up like a real photo studio.&lt;br /&gt;With that blinding &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt; light and all.&lt;br /&gt;Fuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Once i reached there, nazira wanted me to become one of her model.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*Sniff*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Here are some of the pics of me (credit to nazira and one of her team mate):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/894223/studio%20me.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/400/601216/studio%20me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/12437/studio%20me%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/400/301651/studio%20me%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do i have what it takes to become a covergirl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dream on.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;More of my frens came to the exhibition hall..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;And here are more pics of us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(such vain pots):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The AyuZieFreSyaLi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/926062/studio%20me%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/400/644817/studio%20me%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nice one.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In the mid of the photo shoot, nazira quietly stepped out from the scene and went to the far end of the exhibition hall. She came out a few moments later wif a winnie the pooh b'day cake, and all of us (whoever who were in the hall) sang b'day song to lila as loud as we could! I could see lila blushing slightly there. hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy 20th B'day Lila!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yaay! Ko da sama age ngan kita2 smua!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;More pics of us and the b'day girl:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/520839/HAPPY%20BDAY%20LILA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/400/769403/HAPPY%20BDAY%20LILA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-116990104774576769?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/116990104774576769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=116990104774576769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116990104774576769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116990104774576769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2007/01/photo-shoot-cum-bday-party.html' title='PhOtO sHoOt CuM b&apos;DaY pArTy!'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-116987130510238421</id><published>2007-01-25T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T20:15:05.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JuZ wHeN i ToT iT's GoNnA bE oVeR.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Just when i tot that FYP would finally be over after today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My team mates and i were supposed to have our FYP presentation this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;And i actually had the nerve to skip another photography lesson juz to prepare for our presentation (my faci even hoped to see me in class coz i've been skipping too many lessons oredi. And you know what really sux? Today's lesson was on &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;STUDIO PHOTOGRAPHY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;AND DAMN IT. I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE THAT I'D JUST MISS IT&lt;/span&gt;.).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;Ard 4.15 pm, we went up to the class that we were supposed to present our FYP to the evaluators (2 evaluators).&lt;br /&gt;We were so full of determination and really wanted to get this stupid FYP over with.&lt;br /&gt;We set up all our things and were so ready.&lt;br /&gt;And after that we stood at our respective positions and waited.. and waited.. and waited for the evaluators to come.&lt;br /&gt;After like 20 - 30 mins, the evaluators still hadn't appear.&lt;br /&gt;We sensed that something was wrong, and msn-ed our supervisor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;And sighsss of all sighness..&lt;br /&gt;He told us that our presentation day has changed to next monday actually..&lt;br /&gt;And he was sorry that he had forgotten to update us bout it.&lt;br /&gt;And that was it.&lt;br /&gt;I can't describe how we really felt that time.&lt;br /&gt;Alot of emotions, i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;We got to find out that one of the evaluators has fractured one of her legs.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Hope that she doesn't fracture any part of her body before monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gosh, i can be so mean sometime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahakz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And as for our supervisor..&lt;br /&gt;As he was really very sorry for not updating us bout the change of the presentation date..&lt;br /&gt;He treated us to Cafe Galilee!!&lt;br /&gt;So sweet of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Should make him feel guilty more often then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Besides that he wanted us to have a mock presentation wif him.&lt;br /&gt;And we got to find out that there were some errors to our web application.&lt;br /&gt;And phew, we were actually kinda relieve that we didn't present our application with errors in it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Like this quote, "There's a reason behind everything that has happen".&lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/319752/my%20team.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/400/700598/my%20team.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8781520-116987130510238421?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/116987130510238421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=116987130510238421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116987130510238421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116987130510238421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2007/01/juz-when-i-tot-its-gonna-be-over.html' title='JuZ wHeN i ToT iT&apos;s GoNnA bE oVeR.'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-116952662620916484</id><published>2007-01-23T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T22:55:43.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FyP, iT's ALmOsT oVeR..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank god.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;We have finally submitted our &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FYP.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The past few days had been quite hectic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;My team mates and i had been comimg back home very late from sch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;And we had sleepless nite, working feverishly on our websites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Slept as late as 4.30 am, for like 3 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;And rite now.. i feel like sleeping in this lab and snore as loud as i could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;If only i could do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Our FYP presentation will be on this thurs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hope it'll go smoothly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I heard from some students that our evaluators are actually quite nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But, who knows, rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I really, strongly feel that we should pass this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; FYP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Coz it wld be very &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;unfair&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;if we flunk it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;All our time and hardwork will go wasted for no reason okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I even risk myself of getting dark eye rings for sleeping very late, you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;So.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Just hope that we can pass it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And i really wanna get out of this sch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Speaking of which, we only have 2 more weeks left till end of the semester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;For the last few days, i've been thinking..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Should i continue study?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I went to the SIM website and find out that the sch offers alot of cool part time courses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The ones which caught my eyes are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;1. Bachelor of Early Childhood Studies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;2. Bachelor of Business (Accountancy).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;3. Bachelor of Health Science (Medical Radiation Technology).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I'm not planning to take any IT-related courses anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I'll go insane if i have to do more programming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Too bad the admission cost is damn expensive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Man.. What should i do after i graduate??&lt;/span&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/8781520-116952662620916484?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/116952662620916484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=116952662620916484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116952662620916484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116952662620916484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2007/01/fyp-its-almost-over.html' title='FyP, iT&apos;s ALmOsT oVeR..'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-116789779104629522</id><published>2007-01-04T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T00:03:11.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FuLL oF siGhiNg iN 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2007..&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be good, bad.. or worse?&lt;br /&gt;Niwaes i've never welcome any new year with huge happiness.&lt;br /&gt;And i hate to make any resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm such a sadass.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niwaes, i even had a bad start for year 2007.&lt;br /&gt;At the nite of new year, i had a "blow out" wif my parents, especially mom.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing new bout tis anyway.&lt;br /&gt;But it's still as painful as ever.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i hate it when some peeps don't realize what i've done for them.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, they only see what i've NOT done.&lt;br /&gt;And from there, they reach to the conclusion that i'm useless.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only ask for one thing.&lt;br /&gt;At least respect me as a human being, if not nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;And as a human being, i tend to make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;And i'm sorry i can't be perfect.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Today marks my 3rd year- 2nd semester in retarded poly.&lt;br /&gt;Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;5 more weeks and i'm gonna be outta there.&lt;br /&gt;Forever.&lt;br /&gt;Muaha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came to sch late again.&lt;br /&gt;Had diarrhea this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Spent too much time in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;And finally stepped out from home at 9 am!!&lt;br /&gt;And even though i'm not rich, i took a taxi to sch.&lt;br /&gt;Huahua.&lt;br /&gt;And after i had reached sch, i went to the toilet again and did some chocolatey-business.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the oh-so-very-good-fiber-dried-guava that i ate yesterday while doing FYP with the team mates.&lt;br /&gt;I ate lotz of it.&lt;br /&gt;Serve me rite.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lesson was such a drag today.&lt;br /&gt;All my classmates were slacking, including me.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like everyone is still in a holiday mood.&lt;br /&gt;I was too busy doing my own business instead of paying attention in class.&lt;br /&gt;Too busy blog-hopping, surfing the net, and munching the maltesers.&lt;br /&gt;The faci kept asking me for my opinion for today's problem.&lt;br /&gt;"What do you think, Farihana?".&lt;br /&gt;In my heart, "I think you suck.".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's better to be in sch than at home.&lt;br /&gt;Coz rite now i don't have any mood to face the parents.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my mood is about to lighten up.&lt;br /&gt;Darl is goin to fetch me from sch today!&lt;br /&gt;Hooray!!&lt;br /&gt;Great..&lt;br /&gt;Coz after tomorrow till sunday, i can't meet him.&lt;br /&gt;My family (mom's side) will be having a chalet at Aloha Loyang.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Hope can have some fun there..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that i can release some stress.&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;Ouh ya..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before i forget..&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;Happy 1 yr 1 mth anni to us!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love u lots&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&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/8781520-116789779104629522?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/116789779104629522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=116789779104629522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116789779104629522'/><link rel='self' 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sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Actually i'm at Jurong east library rite now, inside cafe galilee.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so damn full.&lt;br /&gt;I ordered a caramel chocolate divine and potato chunks.&lt;br /&gt;(at first i tot that the "potato chunks" was big potato cubes. But actually it's potato wedges. duh.)&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, no pics of the foods, coz my hp photo gallery is full, and i'm too lazy to delete some of the photos.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;The "potato chunks" cost $3.20, and i tot that i wld only get a small handful of it.&lt;br /&gt;But then, when it arrived at my table, i almost got a heart attack!&lt;br /&gt;There were lotz of it and i doubted that i could finish all of them up by my own.&lt;br /&gt;Coz.. you see.. i'm trying to diet..&lt;br /&gt;(Ok nazira, don't try to gag).&lt;br /&gt;But really..&lt;br /&gt;I think that my body is as huge as the teletubbies now.&lt;br /&gt;Not a very wonderful sight.&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to kak shelah.&lt;br /&gt;She 'helped' me alot by saying that my face look rounder.&lt;br /&gt;*(O.o)*&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to the potato chunks.&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing is, i've gobbled all of them up oredi.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;If i continue to be like this, i'll look more worse than the teletubbies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A few more days to the moment that i really hate..&lt;br /&gt;The reopen of Retarded Poly.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really do anything much during this semester holiday.&lt;br /&gt;Spend most of my time taking care of the SBS (Spoilt.Brat.Siblings).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Went to KL a few days back.&lt;br /&gt;4 days, 3 nite.&lt;br /&gt;And i couldn't even stand a single day there.&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of going to KL was to attend my cuzz's engagement ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;And i tot that i could relax myself while being away from s'pore.&lt;br /&gt;But too bad i was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Let me list out some of the unfortunate events that i had to go thru. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Had to deal wif the SBS while traveling a few million hours in the car.&lt;br /&gt;2) A few moments of cat fight wif "Farah The Great Whiner" inside the car. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;3) Kena scolded by mom coz i didn't help her to handle the SBS and prevent them from dirtying the car from eating all sorts of junk foods.&lt;br /&gt;4) As the car was dirty, there were a few small cockcroaches scattering ard, and i was too disgusted to lean against the seat. And my body ached from sitting up straight all the way.&lt;br /&gt;5) Got this one time, si "Farah The Great Whiner" couldn't even wait for half second to sit down and eat dinner first before searching for her toys. Keep whining and whining to buy her toys. At last i had to drag her to Mydin store (when actually i was really damn hungry), and as usual, she bought that barbie look-alike dolls. DUH.&lt;br /&gt;6) And there was time when my cuz and i bought a RM15 chocolate chip frappucino at starbucks, and "Farah The Great Whiner" happened to see us drinking it. AND, as usual again, she claimed that the drink was hers, and drank 3/4 of it, and 'sawop' the cream skali. Didn't know whether to laugh or cry.&lt;br /&gt;7) We didn't have time to go to Petaling Street. As a result, i couldn't buy anything for darl.&lt;br /&gt;8) I slept beside "Farah The Great Whiner" every nite in the hotel, and she sleep-kicked me every nite, without fail. Wonder what she dreamed about. Fighting wif ninja turtles?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;The only fun i had was when my cuz and i was given 2 hours to shop ard masjid india- without anyone to interrupt us, and we went shopping like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, i bought a total of 3 cardigans, 2 blouse, 1 kimono, 1 very beautiful purple skirt, 2 scarfs, and 3 underwears.&lt;br /&gt;Cool huh.&lt;/span&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/8781520-116772805335221619?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/116772805335221619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=116772805335221619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116772805335221619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116772805335221619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2006/12/damn-holiday.html' title='DaMn HoLiDaY!'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-116583207499631983</id><published>2006-12-11T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T02:14:35.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No WoRk No MoNeY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOW.&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;I've no difficulty in waking up early today!!&lt;br /&gt;Hooray!!&lt;br /&gt;Actually i slept late ard 4am in the morning and woke up ard 8.30am.&lt;br /&gt;What did i do all nite?&lt;br /&gt;Read a 360-pages-novel until finish.&lt;br /&gt;The story was sooo interesting that i juz couldn't stop and put it down.&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long since i did that kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;(Used to do this most of the time during my secondary sch years).&lt;br /&gt;So much for trying to lighten up my dark eye rings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the jamu do all the wonder to help me feel less tired?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it that i just got lucky??&lt;br /&gt;Or is it that i'm guilt-ridden and i just couldn't sleep soundly???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;I kinda feel guilty rite now.&lt;br /&gt;In the previous post, i stated that i was going to start working on monday.&lt;br /&gt;Now it's monday morning..&lt;br /&gt;So what the hell am i doing on my bed typing away this post instead of being at the United Square's Cold Storage and do some "KA-CHING"??!!&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Coz i haven't even call the agency to say that i don't feel like working anymore coz i don't wanna get my hands dirty for holding some porks or luncheon meat or whatsoever yang sewaktu denganyer.&lt;br /&gt;Yup i know.&lt;br /&gt;I should've call earlier.&lt;br /&gt;But now is like a little too very late oredi.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine what will happen if i call her rite now.&lt;br /&gt;She'll curse me up-down-left-rite.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm i should be thankful.&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays it's hard to get a job.&lt;br /&gt;And when i'm given a job, i'm trying to ditch it?&lt;br /&gt;What kind of human being i am?&lt;br /&gt;I'm worse than the alien!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now..&lt;br /&gt;Where am i suppose to find some money??&lt;br /&gt;Rob a bank??&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;What a cliche.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom was quite glad to hear that i've made up my mind not to work.&lt;br /&gt;And she told me not to find any job again until i finally graduate.&lt;br /&gt;And now is the time to take care of my younger siblings.&lt;br /&gt;My spoiled, noisy younger siblings.&lt;br /&gt;Who cry aloud and throw tantrums for no apparent reason.&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/8781520-116583207499631983?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/116583207499631983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=116583207499631983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116583207499631983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116583207499631983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2006/12/no-work-no-money.html' title='No WoRk No MoNeY!'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-116575180476467514</id><published>2006-12-07T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T23:31:44.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To WoRk Or NoT tO wOrK?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Finally..&lt;br /&gt;Sch holiday has come again..&lt;br /&gt;One month holiday..&lt;br /&gt;YEEHAA.&lt;br /&gt;Like, so relieve.&lt;br /&gt;And sch reopens on 2nd Jan 07.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz..&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that i really need now is a Temp job.&lt;br /&gt;Coz i've no money to buy anything or go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually..&lt;br /&gt;I'm given a temp job oredi..&lt;br /&gt;A lady from the Kelly Service agency called me (and nazira) ..&lt;br /&gt;And she gave us a temp job position as a cashier at the United Square mall's cold storage..&lt;br /&gt;But the problem is..&lt;br /&gt;We're afraid that we've to hold lots and lots of pork..&lt;br /&gt;EEE.&lt;br /&gt;YUCK.&lt;br /&gt;And i don't even know if i'm allowed to wear scarf while working there.&lt;br /&gt;like duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SoOo.. If you were me..&lt;br /&gt;Take it?&lt;br /&gt;Or leave it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nazira and i went to the Kelly Service office at the International Plaza in the afternoon juz now..&lt;br /&gt;At first we were quite happy that the lady gave us the job straightaway..&lt;br /&gt;And we can start working next monday..&lt;br /&gt;But some peeps kept questioning us about the pork issue..&lt;br /&gt;And my doubts start to grow bigger.. and heavier..&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;So troublesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niwaes, after we left the international plaza, we went to Orchard.&lt;br /&gt;So long never go there seyy..&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;Tot of going to the library at Ngee ann city..&lt;br /&gt;But we ended up going window shopping at Far East Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;Hahakz.&lt;br /&gt;Shopping freaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pics to be uploaded)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we went home, we decided to go to JP for a while.&lt;br /&gt;And..&lt;br /&gt;We stopped by at the "House of Jamu" shop.&lt;br /&gt;Huahuahua.&lt;br /&gt;We had some talk about jamus a few days back..&lt;br /&gt;And at last we decided to try taking them.&lt;br /&gt;Some peeps said that taking jamu is good.&lt;br /&gt;So we also like to try arh.&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, i was the only one who bought it..&lt;br /&gt;Bought a jamu for teens like me..&lt;br /&gt;(like as if i can still be consider a "teen" anymore. HEH.)&lt;br /&gt;Hope it can change me..&lt;br /&gt;Coz i think that i'm physically weak nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-116575180476467514?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/116575180476467514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=116575180476467514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116575180476467514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116575180476467514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2006/12/to-work-or-not-to-work.html' title='To WoRk Or NoT tO wOrK?????'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-116575154693801111</id><published>2006-12-04T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T03:52:26.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HaPpY 1st AnNi To Us!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today is the 4th of Dec..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SoOo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 1ST YEAR ANNI TO ME &amp; DARL!!&lt;br /&gt;One year and not stopping ok.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. We've been together for a year now..&lt;br /&gt;So fast..&lt;br /&gt;It seems like as if we've just met a few months back..&lt;br /&gt;hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yup.. for those who donno yet..&lt;br /&gt;The 1st time dat Darl and i got to know each other was thru cyberspace..&lt;br /&gt;From internet larh.. not from mars or jupiter..&lt;br /&gt;And.. he found me at.. errr..&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDSTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I never, EVER, tot dat i would meet the guy of my dream from the internet..&lt;br /&gt;It never came across my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I only used internet for entertainment and reading resources (like, yawn).&lt;br /&gt;But online-dating?? A big NO-NO.&lt;br /&gt;And i had no idea that playing Friendster could change my life..&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad that we've gone thru tis far..&lt;br /&gt;And hope that our relationship last longer..&lt;br /&gt;(^c^)v.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-116575154693801111?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/116575154693801111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=116575154693801111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116575154693801111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116575154693801111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-1st-anni-to-us.html' title='HaPpY 1st AnNi To Us!!'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-116519942292450111</id><published>2006-12-01T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T21:36:29.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>StReSsiNg &amp; FYP-iNg..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;STRESS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;STRESSS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;STRESSSS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ok stop that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Haiz nowadays i'm so damn worried bout whether i can successfully graduate from RP or not..&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna stay back for another semester!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;SELISIH MALAIKAT EMPAT PULUH EMPAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WAAA~~!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't stand being in RP anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;My UT grades are getting from bad to worse.&lt;br /&gt;Suaa.&lt;br /&gt;And after taking my Internet and Service Technologies (IST) UT, i felt soo.. unmotivated..&lt;br /&gt;Coz i know that i won't be getting better grade than last time..&lt;br /&gt;Hate to say this.. but.. Serve me right.&lt;br /&gt;The UT made me feel sOoO stress out..&lt;br /&gt;So stress out that when i came down to meet my frens in the library after the UT, i had been talking cock.&lt;br /&gt;Now i realized how crazy i can be when i'm..stress..&lt;br /&gt;Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Niwaes, Nazira, Asri and i had stayed back in sch until 9pm to do our FYP juz now..&lt;br /&gt;We've been staying back late for tis one whole week..&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why we've been so hardworking..&lt;br /&gt;hehe..&lt;br /&gt;I'm blessed to have this kind of team mates..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(eh korg.. jgn kembang ok).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ard 7pm we had called the Pizza hut delivery to order pizzas for dinner..&lt;br /&gt;Coz we were too lazy to move our buts to search for foods.. *hahakz*&lt;br /&gt;Luckily there was one special promotion:&lt;br /&gt;Buy 2 pan pizzas for only $19!!&lt;br /&gt;Cheap rite!&lt;br /&gt;Glad that i didn't have to fork out alot of money..&lt;br /&gt;hehe..&lt;br /&gt;But please i'm not a &lt;s&gt;cheapskate&lt;/s&gt;. ok.&lt;/span&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/8781520-116519942292450111?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/116519942292450111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=116519942292450111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116519942292450111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116519942292450111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2006/12/stressing-fyp-ing.html' title='StReSsiNg &amp; FYP-iNg..'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-116519929598424271</id><published>2006-11-30T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T21:33:33.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CaBoT sCh AgAiN.. *SLaP!!*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;At first i didn't have the intention to skip class today..&lt;br /&gt;The thought of skipping class didn't come across my mind..&lt;br /&gt;Even though i woke up late, i was still quite determined to go to sch..&lt;br /&gt;But then, juz as i reached the Boon Lay MRT platform..&lt;br /&gt;As I was talking to darl..&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jeng jeng jeng..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He wanted me to skip class and go dating wif him..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Huahuahua!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;SoOo.. yup, i agreed wif his plan larh..&lt;br /&gt;To tell u the truth i was quite reluctant at first..&lt;br /&gt;Coz i've been skipping classes alot lately..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Like duh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Suddenly the tot of having to stay back for another semester scares me to death!!&lt;br /&gt;I'll rather skin myself alive than having to stay back for another semester!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Ya rite*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;In the end i decided to cabot..&lt;br /&gt;Coz i missed him alot.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;The last time we met was last Tuesday.. *suaa*&lt;br /&gt;At the same time i told myself that this MUST be the LAST time for me to skip class..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OR ELSE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;So darl and i went to causeway point..&lt;br /&gt;Watched a chinese movie, "Battle of the wits" (or whatever it is called) at 11.30 am..&lt;br /&gt;With Andy Lau as the leading actor..&lt;br /&gt;I loike!&lt;br /&gt;"Battle of the wits" is all about a war in china during the olden days..&lt;br /&gt;The Zhao's empire wanted to take control of Liang's empire and yada2..&lt;br /&gt;Killing here and there; the massacre..&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i find it quite fascinating to watch and learn how the peeps during the olden days fought in wars..&lt;br /&gt;They used archery (bow n arrows) and swords instead of any machine weapons to kill the enemies..!&lt;br /&gt;And surprisingly they could kill a handful of peeps..!&lt;br /&gt;Fuh..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;After the movie we had our lunch at the Banquet..&lt;br /&gt;and after lunch we went to the Wdland civic centre to go to the library for a while..&lt;br /&gt;And as usual, my pantat itchy wanted to look around the cart shops there..&lt;br /&gt;And the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;'Korean-dress-shop'&lt;/span&gt; was still there..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So excited!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In a split second I went to look for the dress that i really wanted to buy so much!&lt;br /&gt;And luckily nobody bought it and it was still there!!&lt;br /&gt;As i know that i had no money, i could only enjoy looking and feeling the dress's soft fabric..&lt;br /&gt;Darl was right behind me and I showed the dress..&lt;br /&gt;I showed him just for the sake of showing.. (and i didn't hint2 anything ok)..&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly he told the owner of the shop that he would like to buy the dress!!&lt;br /&gt;I was in total shocked!!&lt;br /&gt;I almost pushed him away seyy..!!&lt;br /&gt;I said that there was no need to buy for me larh!!&lt;br /&gt;But he insisted..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Haiyarghh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Actually he was in the process of saving his money larhh.. I was so guilty..&lt;br /&gt;But then he said that the dress was a gift for me for our 1st anni next monday!!&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stop thanking him..&lt;br /&gt;So rite now.. my mission is to buy something special for him too..&lt;br /&gt;Eh you all help me leh.. What to give him seyy?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I DUNNO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/612121/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/400/448627/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-116519929598424271?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/116519929598424271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=116519929598424271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116519929598424271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116519929598424271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2006/11/cabot-sch-again-slap.html' title='CaBoT sCh AgAiN.. *SLaP!!*'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-116469886455089952</id><published>2006-11-25T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T21:45:43.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SaTuRdAy NiTe OuT..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dining in @ Causeway Point's Pizza Hut with nazira.&lt;br /&gt;Planned to go somewhere else but ended up dining in at pizza hut's.&lt;br /&gt;I'd a very light dinner..&lt;br /&gt;I ordered a soup only.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plus some garlic breads&lt;br /&gt;It's not becoz i was dieting.. Hah ya rite.&lt;br /&gt;But becoz earlier that time i'd eaten a Fish fillet burger meal at P.mall Mcd.&lt;br /&gt;Suaa..&lt;br /&gt;And besides, i'd no money to spent on some luxurious foods.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget the name of the soup liao.. Everything forget..:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/311433/IMG_3792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/320/819973/IMG_3792.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garlic bread:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/20002/IMG_3794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/320/85576/IMG_3794.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nazira ordered a surfer's choice pasta.. Hmm i loike!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/456147/IMG_3795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/320/641002/IMG_3795.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesian dia.. Mcm sepuluh hari tak mkn..:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/429903/IMG_3799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/320/104553/IMG_3799.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puas hati beb..!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/503886/IMG_3788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/320/625767/IMG_3788.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After dinner we walked around and around the causeway point to kill some time before it's time to go home.&lt;br /&gt;Until now i really regret for doing some window shopping juz now..&lt;br /&gt;We liked everything that we saw..!&lt;br /&gt;From accessories to shoes to korean dresses!!&lt;br /&gt;But i've no money to buy anything!!&lt;br /&gt;Zilch. Zero. Nothing. No money!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Worse still.. we went to the civic centre and tot of hanging ard in the library for a while..&lt;br /&gt;But my buttock itchy wanted to look around at some of the cart shops before stepping into the library..&lt;br /&gt;Then we happened to stop by tis shop which sell korean dresses!!&lt;br /&gt;And we went crazy over most of them!!&lt;br /&gt;All so very nice.. very beautiful!!&lt;br /&gt;I even took a pic of one of the dresses..&lt;br /&gt;And the owner of the shop laughed at me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT THIS DRESS!!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/332993/ouuhhh..%20i%20loike%20tis%20dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/320/384989/ouuhhh..%20i%20loike%20tis%20dress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8781520-116469886455089952?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/116469886455089952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=116469886455089952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116469886455089952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116469886455089952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2006/11/saturday-nite-out.html' title='SaTuRdAy NiTe OuT..'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-116460109784113740</id><published>2006-11-24T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T20:18:18.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FriDaY eVeNiNg @ viVo..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Breakfast for the day: Burker King Big Breakfast. hahakz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/393582/burger%20king%20big%20breakfast.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/320/393019/burger%20king%20big%20breakfast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Actually the food taste good.. but the way they presented it was like.. very.. err.. tak senonoh gitu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/55146/the%20big%20breakfast%20content.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/320/101868/the%20big%20breakfast%20content.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Serious nah..:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/501396/IMG_3741.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/320/535572/IMG_3741.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/545037/IMG_3743.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/320/794000/IMG_3743.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'd skipped class today.. Nazira and i decided to do our FYP in the sch library. We realized that we're really really way behind time to complete our golf website. We're done wif the login and register webpage, but the rest are still in "question mark" state. Suaa.. Do FYP until become crazy... Seterezz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ard 4.30pm we'd stopped doing our FYP and decided to go to vivocity to release stress larh (mcm tak de tempat lain gitu nak release stress.. hahakz)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;But before that.. took some pics lor.. heh heh:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/19/IMG_3746.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/320/623376/IMG_3746.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/702507/IMG_3752.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/320/805775/IMG_3752.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/710057/IMG_3747.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/320/810946/IMG_3747.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/274268/IMG_3755.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/320/193134/IMG_3755.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Met Raihanah and her bf at Woodlands bus interchange.. Didn't saw her since the last fasting month.. Da mcm kurus gitu.. hehe.. Glad to see her happy.. Hope her relationship wif her bf last forever.. ('c',).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So.. back to vivocity.. Yup, reached vivo at ard 6pm.. Our first stop was Candy empire shop. Now the shop has lots and lots of candies and chocos!!. But too bad.. all the delicious ones are quite expensive.. Suaa. Better buy clothes rite.. I only bought a Dijon Mustard and honey potato chips there. Nazira bought the Sweet chilli and Sour Cream flavour. And each costs $3.45!!! Wah wanna cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/471226/lots%20of%20candy%20at%20candy%20empire.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/320/403237/lots%20of%20candy%20at%20candy%20empire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/920630/IMG_3764.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/320/688357/IMG_3764.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Went outside to eat our potato chips by the sea.. while waiting for Tam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/507816/IMG_3763.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/320/726488/IMG_3763.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/895780/IMG_3769.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/320/146571/IMG_3769.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/252669/IMG_3758.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/320/921942/IMG_3758.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Finally met Tam outside the Esprite boutique. Then we went to the Banquet to have our dinner..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/734365/yummy%20fishball%20noodle.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/320/279780/yummy%20fishball%20noodle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/846483/nazira%20mkn%20fishball%20noodle.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/320/546038/nazira%20mkn%20fishball%20noodle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/611432/tam%20at%20vivo%20banquet.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/320/535664/tam%20at%20vivo%20banquet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;We almost choked as we didn't buy any drinks. I tot of buying the drinks but Tam decided that we went to GJ cafe after eating and bought some drinks there instead. hahakz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/265587/IMG_3781.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/320/627833/IMG_3781.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Mortal Sin. The name of this cake. Weird..:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/674815/gj%20mortal%20sin.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/320/421234/gj%20mortal%20sin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Decorating the cake wif lots of caramel..:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(nasib la kalau tak kencing manis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/352323/IMG_3783.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/320/727718/IMG_3783.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tada!!!:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/886931/IMG_3785.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/320/215868/IMG_3785.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Last but not least, we went home by taxi. Luckily i reached home before 10pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OR ELSE..&lt;/span&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/8781520-116460109784113740?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/116460109784113740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=116460109784113740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116460109784113740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116460109784113740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2006/11/friday-evening-vivo.html' title='FriDaY eVeNiNg @ viVo..'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-116410033414141949</id><published>2006-11-19T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T23:32:23.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SaTuRdAy NiTe FeVeR..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;First of all, i wanna apologize to my fren Isnarti for telling her at the last minute that i couldn't go to town with her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Haiz.. Nowadays it's hard for me to go out during the weekends larh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;As i've no maid now, it's my full responsibility to take care of my younger siblings when i'm free.. even though it is not fun at all.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;haiz..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;SoOo.. as usual.. i'd spent my saturday morning taking care of my siblings.. my noisy siblings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mom had to go to work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Most of the time i'd to run after them so that they wouldn't make some mess ard the house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;*(&gt;.&lt;)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So irritating.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And at the same time, i'd watch the indon movie, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Heart".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Wahh.. almost all of the scenes made me cry seyy.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I wanna reveal bout the ending of the story right here right now.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;but i don't think nazira will appreciate that.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;huahuahua..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Then in the evening i had to attend a make-up course at Woodlands CC with ayu. I signed up for the course becoz it's FREE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Besides that, i also wanna know more about make up.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so that i won't make up my face wrongly in the future and turn myself into a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;cl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;n.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/327790/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/320/477167/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/70705/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/320/512573/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/32959/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/320/341795/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Here are the tips that i've learned:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;1) For Base make up, you should put on at least:&lt;br /&gt;-Moisturizer&lt;br /&gt;-Concealer (to cover up pimples, dark eye rings and yada2)&lt;br /&gt;-Stick foundation (liquid foundation is too &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;heavy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; for normal days)&lt;br /&gt;-Loose powder (easy for touch up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;2) Lip balm (moisturize the lips) + LipGloss (LipStick) = &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;LAST LONGER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;3) A bare face will look dressed if you remember to curl your eyelashes and apply mascara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;4) The secret to eyeshadow application, especially when using brighter shades, is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;blend,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;blend,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;blend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Want more?? Heh.. look up for me aite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;After the course ended, darl fetched me and sent me to my aunt's house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We had a surprise b'day party for kak shelah.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And we had to wait for her until 11 pm lehz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yawn!&lt;/u&gt; *(O.o)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But the black pepper crabs that my aunt cooked for us made me so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; and in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;high spirit&lt;/span&gt; (even though it was late at nite oredi)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And the cake was yummy too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A white chocolate one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Black pepper crabs and white chocolate cake:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/364763/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/320/344490/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/492659/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/320/448605/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Kak shelah, mak n bik idah:&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/859002/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/320/911319/Image022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The Paparazzis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/983455/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/320/159874/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Envy her clothes larh:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/1600/890081/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6333/612/320/607124/Image024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-116410033414141949?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/116410033414141949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=116410033414141949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116410033414141949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116410033414141949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2006/11/saturday-nite-fever.html' title='SaTuRdAy NiTe FeVeR..!'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-116400748303485012</id><published>2006-11-17T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T00:02:47.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NyEh N nAgG!! (+_+)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nyeh-nyeh-nyeh-nyeh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Nag-nag-nag-nag!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Fed-up seyy..!!&lt;br /&gt;Treat me like as if i'm a small kid!!&lt;br /&gt;But when i'm acting like a small kid, they don't like it!!&lt;br /&gt;Set curfew at 10 pm!!&lt;br /&gt;Cannot even be 5 (or even 1) mins late!!&lt;br /&gt;And during week-days after sch, if i come back home late but before 10,&lt;br /&gt;they also nag-nag-nag-nag!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HMPH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;They never used to be like this before.&lt;br /&gt;But after they know that i have a bf,&lt;br /&gt;They start to set all kind of rules!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HMPH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;hmm.. Juz reached home.. sometimes i really feel very &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;RIMAS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; larh when my parents keep asking me trivia questions like why i come back home late larh, where i go larh and yada2. I'm 20 seyy. I'll appreciate more if they ask me those questions if i happen to come back home very late after my curfew.. but not before my curfew &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;*tantrums*&lt;/span&gt;!! If like that then it's better to set my curfew at 7 pm rite..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Actuali nazira n i planned to go to vivocity after sch. But now i'm glad that we didn't go there juz now. If not, kena &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;'siku'&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wif my parents. So we juz hanged ard in the library and did our RJs (Reflection Journal), and had a light dinner @ Cafe Galilee. Nazira bought chicken chunks, and i bought honey grazed chicken wings.. Such a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;chicky&lt;/span&gt; dinner we had.. hahakz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Chicken chunks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/IMG_3648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/IMG_3648.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Honey Grazed Chicken Wings:&lt;/span&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/IMG_3649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/IMG_3649.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;EE.. I looked fat:&lt;/span&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/IMG_3652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/IMG_3652.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;After finishing all those chicky chicken, nazira still felt hungry (can't blame her coz she's growing up and her appetite is getting bigger. hahakz!). So we decided to go to causeway point's Cafe Gelare to gobble up an ice-cream waffle..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yum&lt;/span&gt;my!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;But before leaving the sch, we had some crazy moments in the sch library's toilet.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/giler%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/giler%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;At Gelare:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/IMG_3691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/IMG_3691.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Banana Caramel Waffle:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/IMG_3693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/IMG_3693.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Dengan bersungguh2 kita mkn ye:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/IMG_3696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/IMG_3696.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/IMG_3698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/IMG_3698.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Finally we called it a day and went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;That's when all the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nyeh&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;nyeh&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nyeh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; started.&lt;/span&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/8781520-116400748303485012?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/116400748303485012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=116400748303485012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116400748303485012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116400748303485012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2006/11/nyeh-n-nagg_17.html' title='NyEh N nAgG!! (+_+)'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-116376078798008656</id><published>2006-11-17T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T22:56:58.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PiTiNeSs..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Full of pitiness in this post larh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I pity the faci larh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;After lesson, before he went off, he said to the class, "See u all next week!."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Then nobody said anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Only could hear the loud sounds of the aircon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;If there were lizards in the lab, i think there wld also be loud sounds of them too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;*Pisst pisst..*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ouh salah.. tu bunyik ular ler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I pity my bro larh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;He called me in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And luckily it was not about money &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(or else..)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Felt guilty for shouting at him larr..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Not shouting as in shouting in anger at him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But bcoz the reception was low in the sch library..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And he couldn't hear my voice when he spoke to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So i was going, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;"HELLO HELLO!!!!."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Wonder if he tot that i was irritated with him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Then went out from the library and finally the reception was high and could talk to him very clearly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Got to find out that he's very stress bout his relationship wif his gf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Even more stress coz he's in camp..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;When he talked to me, he really broke down..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;As in really &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;BROKE DOWN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Wah.. i felt like crying also larhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;He seldom cry one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Haiyargh the gf arhh, wanna kena from me u know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Don't wanna type out what she has done larh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But she has really gone too far tis time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Piak piak!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;*The sound that'll be form if i ever get to slap her.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I pity darl arhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;He was short of money..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;But still wanna give me money for my sch expenses..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Told him that i'm use to having no money liao..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;But he secretly put a $50 note in my wallet..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Haiyargh.. why he so kind one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;*niwaes thank u and muah muah!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Won't spend it anyhow okay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;('c',)v&lt;/span&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/8781520-116376078798008656?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/116376078798008656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=116376078798008656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116376078798008656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116376078798008656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2006/11/pitiness.html' title='PiTiNeSs..'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-116357756479427935</id><published>2006-11-14T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:01:51.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DiNnEr @ SaPriNo'S PiZzA..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;After sch met darl.. and we had dinner @ Saprino's Pizza @ Singapore Discovery Centre (SDC)..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Err i've forgotten what this dish is called.. Baked Seafood Fettuccine Pasta??:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Image010.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Image010.2.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Can't blame him.. He's hungry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Image014.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Image014.1.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And we also had Spinach Special Pizza.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Image017.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Image017.1.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Eh nazira.. Sedap okay..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;*cuma org yg tak makan sayur je ckp tak sedap.. huahuahua*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/DSC00678.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/DSC00678.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/DSC00676.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/DSC00676.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Image013.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Image013.2.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-116357756479427935?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/116357756479427935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=116357756479427935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116357756479427935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116357756479427935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2006/11/dinner-saprinos-pizza.html' title='DiNnEr @ SaPriNo&apos;S PiZzA..'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-116348374397358965</id><published>2006-11-14T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T00:14:01.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHaT tHe??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;YeE hAa!! I've finally bought the dress that I've been crazy for.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BEE-YOU-TEE-FULL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Image001.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Image001.1.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Woke up VERY early this morning. Ard 5.30 am.&lt;br /&gt;WOAH..! hahakz.&lt;br /&gt;The reason why i woke up early is not bcoz i wanted to reach sch early &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;(NEVER in my life)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's bcoz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jeng jeng jeng..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wanted to have breakfast wif darl at JP's Mcd.. huahuahua..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;So glad that we could have breakfast together.. coz it has been a long time since we had breakfast together..&lt;br /&gt;So for once in a while i've to sacrifice my &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;TIRED&lt;/span&gt; eyes.. juz to spend some lovely time wif my love one.. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Mom was surprised to see that i left home very early "for sch" today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mama: Eh siang nah nak pegi skola nyari..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me: Da slalu dtg lambat.. So skali skala nak dtg skola siang.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(*ya rite*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Mama: Baru sedar la ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me: agaknyer la tu. haha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Padahal.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PADAHAL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So met darl at JP's Mcd at ard 7 am. Unfortunately, i happened to pass by the Giordano's window display (or whatever it is called) before entering JP.. And.. i saw a black Bolero on one of the mannequins.. and.. i started to go gaga over it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Not again..*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm also longing for black bolero seyy.. i think i'm longing for everything.. hahakz.&lt;br /&gt;Shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Bang!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I even took a picture of that mannequin. A passer-by looked at me like as if i was insane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Image005.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Image005.1.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;After breakfast darl and i had to go our separate ways.. Supposely we had planned that i cabot lesson 2day and that we wld go to Vivocity.. But in the end, darl has to work- office hours, and i've no choice but to come to class. Worse still, 2day's lesson is on Business &amp;amp; Cyber law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;"Where land or any interest therein has become partnership property, it shall, unless the contrary intention appears, be treated as between the partners (including the representatives of a deceased partner), and also as between the heirs of a deceased partner and his executors or administrators, as personal or movable and not real estate."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(-_-!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I've read this sentence for the 10th times.. and i still can't understand what the hewl it's talking about. Like reading shakespear sia.. I wld rather make a song out of it. Wonder how the law students can manage studying law without having their brains sticking out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Image009.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Image009.0.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-116348374397358965?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/116348374397358965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=116348374397358965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116348374397358965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116348374397358965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2006/11/what.html' title='WHaT tHe??'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-116338467715552708</id><published>2006-11-13T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:51:48.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MoNdAy MoRniNg..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm fasting today. Heh. Rajin kann??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;And i came to class much earlier than i usually did.. Trying to turn a new leaf laaa.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*ya rite*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm having photography lesson 2day.. I've skipped this lesson for quite a few times oredi.. So 2day i don't really feel like taking any photos.. Boringg..&lt;br /&gt;The photo theme is "Event". Funny. Coz there's no any event taking place in sch 2day. So, what's there to take? Maybe i can request my team mates to take some photos of me having some "sleeping event" in class. &lt;s&gt;My pantat itchy oredi wanna cabot later in the afternoon..&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I'm pissed. My pay still haven't banked in yet in my bank account by the HR management of the company that i used to work for last month. She promised to bank in by last week. But now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;HABOK PON TADA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Actually i'm goin 'ga-ga' over this dress that i saw in JP yesterday.. It costs $35!! But seriously, that dress looks so pretty!! But i'm not sure lah if i look pretty in that dress.. hahakz. I've brought my money and tot of buying it later after sch. But i dunno if that's a good idea. There're still lotz of things that i need to buy. But that dress looks so beautiful that if i don't buy it, i will go crazy and nangis tak berlagu..!! Or even have a nightmare bout it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stupid stomach. Stop growling please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Haizz.. Lately darl and i barely spend so much time wif each other. Kinda miss him alot. But i've to get use to it. Coz he's always busy. Hope that we really have breakfast together tomorrow.. Hope that there'll be no change of plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;So sick n tired of it oredi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hmm okaylah.. i've some work to do. Da~.&lt;/span&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/8781520-116338467715552708?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/116338467715552708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=116338467715552708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116338467715552708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116338467715552708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2006/11/monday-morning.html' title='MoNdAy MoRniNg..'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-116324016438856992</id><published>2006-11-10T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:30:57.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ChALeT DiScUsSiOn..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmm.. I realised that i don't really look soo good nowadays.. Seems like my skin is becoming &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;darker&lt;/span&gt;, my face keep growing &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pimples&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(so irritating), i'm growing &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;fatter&lt;/span&gt;, my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;dark-eye-ring&lt;/span&gt; won't vanish, and i feel like as if my height is becoming &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;shorter &lt;/span&gt;each and everyday. Hmm strange. I've become soo paranoid bout my looks. Whenever i look at myself in the mirror, i feel like breaking it. No kidding. Dunno what have gone wrong.. It's juz so frustrating to see that there are still no better result even after i've tried so hard to take good care of my looks. Sux to the power of infinity. Juz when i tot that i had stopped worrying bout my looks. Whatever i used to think bout myself during my younger days come back to haunt me again now. I hate that. I hate to hate myself. It's not a good feeling. It's not good to be ungrateful bout whatever i have now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Ok let's talk bout sumting else..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Hmm.. Yup.. Actuali i've juz came back from my uncle's house; open house. All my relatives (from mom's family) were there. It's really great to have a family gathering again (especially with my mom's family). We always have good time together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;SoOo.. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Open House = lotz of foods&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I had &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;servings of fried macaroni, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; serving of lontong and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; serving of bread with chicken curry. Yup i know.. &lt;s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;If i grow fatter, there's no one that i can blame except for myself.&lt;/s&gt; haiz. And that Jia, badan je kecik tapi mkn pon bleh tahan. hahakz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Niwaes I got to know that we will be booking a chalet at aloha loyang for another family gathering on 5 january 07. Great! I can't wait. So juz now, almost everyone was so busy discussing about the chalet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;And out of all peeps, kak shelah assigned me to organise the games for the chalet. Aiyoyo..! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;My cuzzies who will be helping me to organise the games are: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jia&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Ojen&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;khairul &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;khairi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. We had a very wacky and hilarious discussion on what type of games that we need to organise. Laugh and laugh until my stomach almost split open!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;And strangely, the hardest part was to think bout the type of games that are suitable for kids.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: Eh, nak buat game apa ar untuk budak2??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ALL: (Think very hard)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Khairul: Buat game yg dorg kena dudok kat atas balloon sampai balloon tu meletop ar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ojen: Jgn.. nanti dorg jadi fobia dengan balloon. Dorg kan takot bunyik meletop2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Jia: A ah.. skali bila dorg nampak balloon je dorg muntah2.. Uwekk! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: Hahahaha ye lah tu.. Hmm abeh nak buat game apa plak??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ALL: (Think very hard again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ojen: HAHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: Aper??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ojen: Buat game "siapa paling cepat koyakkan kertas!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ALL: WAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: Kepala hotak ko lah! Kalau mcm tu si boboy (my 1 yr old bro) pon bleh main!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;They even decided that if any person or group lose in any game, they have to do a forfeit: Wear our uncle's boxing shorts and gloves and imitate a boxer. So lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And ya.. I also remember another quite funny conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Me: Eh tis Wednesday ko skola eh? 'O' Level ke??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Khairul: Tak la.. Skarang ni tgh skola kat ITE Dover la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Me: Eh?? Baru tau seyy..! Ambik course apa??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Khairul: IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Me: (heard wrongly) Ye.. Ambik course apa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Khairul: IT lah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Me: (heard wrongly again) Yelah aku tau ko ITE.. Ko ambik coouur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Khairul: AMBIK COURSE IT LA! PAHAM TAK? I.T!! (with hand gestures all over the place!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ALL: WAHAHA! (laugh at me. Sobzz.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Me: (paiseh to the max) Ouh okok.. paham.. IT.. hahakz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And kak leha was laughing at me like mad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;When my blur fever come, it's hard for me to recover.. hahakz.. the funniest part was when khairul had to make hand gestures all over the place in order to make me understand what he was saying.. He looked very funny! Luckily his hand didn't fly onto my face.. hahakz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I juz love my family.. They juz can't be replace.. Love them to the max.. (^c^,)v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And darl, juz take note that you can't be replace too.. (^c^,)v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-116324016438856992?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/116324016438856992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=116324016438856992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116324016438856992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116324016438856992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2006/11/chalet-discussion.html' title='ChALeT DiScUsSiOn..'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-116314505409659158</id><published>2006-11-08T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T01:35:40.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RaYa WaLk WiTh Rp FrEnS..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I had spent almost the whole day "jln raya-ing" with my RP frens 2day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Today is like my 1st time going for "hari raya outing" with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hmm.. let's hope that it's not the last..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;The peeps:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;The usual - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AYU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ZIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;FRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SYA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;LI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;(ayu, ziera, frena (me), syaidah (n her bf) n Lila)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Isha, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Nad, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Ammar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Shahirah n her bf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;The outing was fun.. Got to know each other better.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;The usual joking n laffing n teasing each other..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;heh heh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Everyone was in a great mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Our first stop was at nazira's house.. And surprisingly i came first.. heh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;(coz i'm usually late for almost.. every event.. heh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Everyone finally came at ard 1.30 pm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;1st house: Nazira's; 2nd: Mine; 3rd: Lila's; 4th: Ayu's; 5th: Isha's; 6th: Nad's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/IMG_3548.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/IMG_3548.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/IMG_3550.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/IMG_3550.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/IMG_3560.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/IMG_3560.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I didn't continue goin "jln-raya" with them after we left ayu's house.. Coz, again, i had to be home by 10pm. They were going to the east side, and i knew that if i followed, i wld be reaching home VERY late. Haiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;SoOo.. I went to meet darl instead @ Pioneer Mall's Mcd before going home. He wanted to study for his First Aid Test, so i tot of accompanying him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Reached P.mall at ard 9pm.. His reaction was very funny when he saw me. He said that i looked very pretty. hahakz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;He said, "Wah.. Lawa sey u.."; And i was like, "mana ader seyy.. Sama je.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It was funny bcoz i didn't really think that i looked that pretty.. hahakz.. My make-up was all so ruined already seyy.. suaa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;He even told one of the Mcd crew that i was the most beautiful girl in this world.. And that guy juz smiled.. a very sincere smile. He muz be kiding me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was like.. "WHAT??" (*_*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I was flattered.. but i pitied that crew guy.. Who knows he almost vomitted blood??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;suasuasua..&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/8781520-116314505409659158?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/116314505409659158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=116314505409659158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116314505409659158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116314505409659158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2006/11/raya-walk-with-rp-frens.html' title='RaYa WaLk WiTh Rp FrEnS..!'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-116314057451075946</id><published>2006-11-06T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T22:36:14.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GloRiA gLoRy..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More update on &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;food &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&amp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Beverages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Can't help it.. i juz &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;loveeee&lt;/span&gt; foods.. hehe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A Lunchtime @ GJ cafe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;(cabot sch and there's nowhere to go.. so went to GJ Cafe instead to chill)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GJ's Original Ice Chocolate:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/IMG_3479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/IMG_3479.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malt Teaser Slice Cake:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/IMG_3480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/IMG_3480.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/IMG_3484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/IMG_3484.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/IMG_3487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/IMG_3487.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/IMG_3482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/IMG_3482.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/IMG_3483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/IMG_3483.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/IMG_3486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/IMG_3486.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ok that's all.. Muackies!!&lt;/span&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/8781520-116314057451075946?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/116314057451075946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=116314057451075946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116314057451075946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116314057451075946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2006/11/gloria-glory.html' title='GloRiA gLoRy..!'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-116289361544622587</id><published>2006-11-04T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:59:02.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OpEn HoUsEs..:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Went to Ayu's open house with Nazira in the morning (ard 11 am).. I brought my lil sis farah along.. That vain pot.. hahakz.. Told her to wear a beautiful dress.. but dunno why she was not in her vainest mood today.. hahakz.. She even tot of wearing tis baju kurong (mcm yg org kampong pakai gitu) but then i talked her out of it and she agreed to wear a red dress. suaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I also wanted to wear something new.. So i wore a shawl around my head instead of the usual scarf that i always wear.. No doubt that i looked funny. First attempt is not always successful. Besides, my mom said that i looked like "ROBIN HOOD". (+_+)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;SoOo.. nazira and i took a cab to woodland to Ayu's house. OKB la katakan.. hahakz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;In the cab:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/IMG_3335.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/IMG_3335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/IMG_3336.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/IMG_3336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/IMG_3336.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/IMG_3337.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/IMG_3337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/IMG_3338.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/IMG_3338.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Reached ayu's house at ard 12 pm. Then we saw tis cute lil kid.. And nazira started to go "ga-ga" over him.. hahakz.. Erm forget his name liao.. Taufiq something something.. heh..:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&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;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/IMG_3339.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/IMG_3339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/IMG_3348.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/IMG_3348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/IMG_3348.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;More pics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/IMG_3343.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/IMG_3343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/IMG_3344.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/IMG_3344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/IMG_3349.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/IMG_3349.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/IMG_3346.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/IMG_3346.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;We loved Ayu's living-room-curtain so much, that we made it as our " photo studio background".. hahakz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/IMG_3351.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/IMG_3351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/IMG_3353.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/IMG_3353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/IMG_3354.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/IMG_3354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/IMG_3355.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/IMG_3355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/IMG_3357.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/IMG_3357.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Karaoke time..!! :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/IMG_3378.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/IMG_3378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/IMG_3380.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/IMG_3380.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/IMG_3381.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/IMG_3381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/IMG_3382.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/IMG_3382.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/IMG_3384.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/IMG_3384.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;AyuZieFreSya:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/IMG_3391.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/IMG_3391.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After that, we (syaidah, her bf, farah and me), went to nazira's house. Her mom cooked mee soto and i really loike it very much!! I had 2 to 3 servings of it.. heh..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Then finally we went home and lived happily ever after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Actually there are lots of pics to put.. but then i'm lazy to upload everything liao..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hmm oklah.. that's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yawn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-116289361544622587?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/116289361544622587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=116289361544622587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116289361544622587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116289361544622587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2006/11/open-houses.html' title='OpEn HoUsEs..:'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-116278473431672904</id><published>2006-11-03T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T19:45:34.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Quite a long day today.. SoOo, these are what i've done today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1) In the morning went to sch as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;2) Decided to skip class and sit in the library doing my Final Year Project (FYP) and slacking like hewl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the toileett.. Nothing to do.. So took some pics of myself lor.. heh..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/hee%20in%20the%20toilet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/hee%20in%20the%20toilet.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/vain%20to%20the%20max.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/vain%20to%20the%20max.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;3) Darl came to my sch to meet me for lunch.. yipee!! Lunch in at Galilee Cafe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4) Took my Data Centre and Network Management module test (UT). Didn't study for it.. so no use to hope that i'll pass it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;5) Went for FYP meeting with my team mates and supervisor.. Seems like we had to buck up so that we'll not be behind time to finish everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;6) Went to JP with nazira and went to "Scoopz" to eat ice-cream.. hahakz. We had 2 scoops of chocolate cookies and grape ice-cream.. YUMMY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;5) Jia called me to come to my aunt's house for her surprise b'day party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Image023.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Image023.1.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Image005.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Image005.0.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Image008.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Image008.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Image010.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Image010.1.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Image029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Image029.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Image010.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Image013.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Image013.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;6) Finally went home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Fuhh..! A very long day indeed.. ZzZzZz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-116278473431672904?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/116278473431672904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=116278473431672904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116278473431672904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116278473431672904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2006/11/tgif.html' title='TGIF..!'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-116245439837806396</id><published>2006-10-31T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T23:59:58.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CaVaNa..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dining in at Cause point's Cavana's on the night of Halloweennn.. Muahahaha.. heh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Wah the face wanna kena slapp!!:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Picture%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Picture%20001.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Setep cute seyy.. hahakz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Image008.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Image008.1.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Fill in our orders with full of emotion and passion.. Hahaks!:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Image002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Image002.0.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;While waiting for our orders,we did some "shadowplay" on the table... Lamezz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st shadow theme: "Reaching out for you". 2nd theme : "Evil Rabbit". 3rd theme : Err.. "Alien hands". maybe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Image009.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Image010.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Image010.0.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Image013.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Image013.0.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These are what we had ordered:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I had thai sauce chicken rice with potato chips and coleslaw..:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Image024.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Image024.1.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Nazira had Tom yum soup.. Yummy!!:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Picture%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Picture%20005.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SoOo that's all folks.. That's the only dishes we had ordered. That time we didn't feel like "MELAHAP-ING" alot of foods &lt;s&gt;(coz i didn't have enuff money.. heh..)&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Okay.. Juz wait for more update on more SUPERLICIOUS foods!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DA~~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-116245439837806396?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/116245439837806396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=116245439837806396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116245439837806396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116245439837806396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2006/10/cavana.html' title='CaVaNa..'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-116227762589985478</id><published>2006-10-30T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T22:53:48.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LoVe @ ViVoCiTy..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yo i'm back..!! 2day has been the happiest day of my life.. sort of.. hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Okay, everything went according to plan. Went DATING wif darl at Vivocity. We didn't take the MRT at the last minute coz darl decided to drive the car.. SUAA..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Juz as we reached Vivocity, we went to the Banquet to have our lunch. I had a fishball noodle (recently my fav dish) and darl had a chicken cutlet yada-yada noodle. Yummy..! Taste quite good indeed.. but i think that JP Banquet's fishball noodle taste better. huahua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dengan bersungguh2 si dia mkn ye..:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;After that, we juz walked ard, up and down, exploring the Vivocity. But we didn't stop by any shops or boutiques to window-shop. We juz walked around observing and criticising on the interior design and architecture of the building. hahakz tak de keje lain la tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Then around 2.30 pm we went to watch a movie, "The Departure". At first i didn't even know what the hewl the movie was all about. I juz agreed to watch it coz darl wanted to watch it so much. And fortunately i'm not really that fussy when it comes to movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The Departure" took 3 hours to end. Mcm hindustan gitu. At first i tot that the movie was boring. But throughout the way, i was getting hook with it coz there were some twists and turn in the story. Really great. Most of the scenes showed peeps getting shot in the head. Hmm scary.. So grateful that i didn't have any migrane after stepping out of the cinema. And yup, you should all watch it. Guarantee puas hati beb!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;After watching the movie we decided to say goodbye to vivocity and went for dinner at the Saprino's Pizza at the Singapore Discovery Centre (SDC). Hmm wonder if all of you have heard bout it. Darl used to work there (part-time) during his younger days. heh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;When we arrived at SDC, there were no peeps in sight. Then we started to doubt if the Saprino's Pizza was open.. The place was so "ulu" wif no peeps ard. The SDC was not open anyway. But we just went inside to take a look and luckily saw that the Saprino's Pizza was open. And we also realized that we were the only customers who were dining there. It was scary but romantic at the same time. hahakz. And somemore, we were eating by the lake. hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Image023.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Image023.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;These are what we had ordered juz now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Spinach special pizza. I know it don't look that tasty but we really liked it!!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Image025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Image025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Err.. Seafood pasta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Honey glazed chicks wings..:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hmm.. i juz love spending quality time wif him.. sighh..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Image020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SoOo.. last but not least.. after dinner, darl sent me to my aunt's hse. She invited me to her house for hari raya visit cum karaoke session. So, aku apa lagi la!! Dtg rumah dia teros melalak tak tentu pasal!!&lt;/strong&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/8781520-116227762589985478?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/116227762589985478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=116227762589985478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116227762589985478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116227762589985478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2006/10/love-vivocity.html' title='LoVe @ ViVoCiTy..'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-116226139383652584</id><published>2006-10-30T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T23:18:16.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MoNdaY mOrNiNg..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Image024.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Image024.0.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sarapan besar aka big breakfast at Mcd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Okay. I'm happy. Coz i'm very full oredi. hahakz. SoOo..yup, i'm at JP Mcd rite now. SoOo, let me teach you some calculation.&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning + at 10.20 am + at JP mcd = Skip class. Get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I've juz eaten my big breakfast. So fullll... Rite now i'm waiting for my abg syg to come. I've told him that i'm skipping class today. And he has made up his mind to go DATING wif me later. hehe. In fact, he has tot of a very good adventure for us: Go to VIVOCITY by MRT (wow!) and watch a movie!! Actuali he hates to take the public transport. But dunno why suddenly he's in the mood to take the MRT. hehe. Isn't that great?? I was jumping up and down when he told me that he wants to go to the VIVOCITY. But, time after time, i told myself not to hope too much. Being a typical guy that he is, he may have a change of plan. Who knows if he wants to play BADMINTON wif his fren again????? I've been waiting for him for an hour oredi. I don't mind bout that actuali. But i'll worry if he's not here for the next 2 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I've been spending my weekends "jln raya" with my family. Surprisingly, a WOMAN like me still get green packets. I'm so grateful that i look younger than my age (coz i'm so broke recently). Some peeps tot that i still study in Sec sch. what the heck. hahakz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Niwaes, i filled my stomach more than i filled my pocket. Almost every house served us with heavy but delicious dishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Thanks to them that now i can't even fit into my skirt that well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And i tot that i've lose some weight. Get a grip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Some pics that i took from my hp.. so sad that i hv no digi cam.. Waaa~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Image004.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Image004.0.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Image018.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Image018.0.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The reason behind all the KECOH-NESS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Image011.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Image011.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Well, the journey (from house to house) by car was quite hectic. You'll know how hectic it is if you have lil siblings who can't juz simply keep their mouth shut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;That farah, she couldn't stop asking me alot of trivia questions. Sometimes she must accept the fact that i'm her sister, not her information counter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Farah : kakak, we want to go where??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me : People's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Farah : Whose house??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me : Mama's fren house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Farah : But i don't want to go to people's house. I want to go jalan buy toys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me : Then you go stay at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Farah : But i want to follow you and mama and papa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me : Then keep quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Farah : Where's atin (her bez fren cum cuzz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me : Later we meet him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Farah : Then we want to go where??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me : (wanna explode oredi) PLEASE STOP ASKING ME ALOT OF QUESTIONS CAN OR NOT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Farah : But i dunno where we want to go what....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me : (took my mp3 out and stuck the earpiece into my ears and tuned up the volume)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Farah: (turned to mama) mama, we want to go where??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And the questions went on and on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Image017.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Image017.0.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And fahmie.. since he was sick during the weekends, he was crying practically every 5 damn minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I almost went crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Image002.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-116226139383652584?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/116226139383652584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=116226139383652584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116226139383652584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116226139383652584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2006/10/monday-morning.html' title='MoNdaY mOrNiNg..'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-116193582243453998</id><published>2006-10-27T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T00:57:03.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SuAaA..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmph. Quite pissssss offf rite now. Tot of meeting him tis afternoon. coz it has been 2 weeks since i last saw him. But.. he wants to play badminton wif his fren.. ok then.. Playing badminton is not wrong, and it's good for the health. So. Juz go on then. So the only thing that i've to do now is to breathe in and out before i'm gonna explode. I wanna try to understand him. So.. breathe in breathe out. Now i think that i should enroll myself into an anger management class.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I didn't have the chance to go to Heeren yesterday. Coz i had to go to my aunt's house in the evening. So, for once in a while, i had to sacrifice my time for my family and relatives.. haiz.. When can i go there sia~~..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The aunties (from my father's family side) juz love to tease me.. Luckily i'm the kind of person who can take jokes. hahakz. Recently they call me DOREAMON. Not bcoz i'm blue in colour and fat and can take the latest technology devices out of my pocket. But bcoz they think i sound like him. Especially my high pitch voice. like duh! Then when they talked to me, they imitate the voice of that DOREAMON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They also give names to my lil siblings.&lt;br /&gt;Farah: "Wa-ta-ib". Farah always says "i'm tired" when she's.. tired. But one day my aunts heard wrongly and tot that she said "wataib". Until now, they call her "wa-ta-ib". Bwarhaha! Nonsensical.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And Fahmie: "Jaafar Onn". Coz they said that he looks like him. Bwarhaha!! like duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Oklah.. Updating on what i have for lunch today.. in Cafe Galilee in the sch library:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ayu and i had meat ball spaghetti:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/meat%20ball%20spag%20galilee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/meat%20ball%20spag%20galilee.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;While nazira had Teriyaki Chicken steak wif rice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/teriyaki%20and%20rice%20galillee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/teriyaki%20and%20rice%20galillee.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;And we shared ice chocolate drink:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/ice%20choco%20gallilee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/ice%20choco%20gallilee.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;AyuZieFre:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/ayu%20@%20galiliee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/ayu%20%40%20galiliee.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/nazira%20@%20galiliee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/nazira%20%40%20galiliee.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/me%20@%20galilee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/me%20%40%20galilee.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-116193582243453998?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/116193582243453998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=116193582243453998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116193582243453998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116193582243453998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2006/10/suaaa.html' title='SuAaA..'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-116184910781162992</id><published>2006-10-26T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T00:51:47.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HmM.. hAri RaYa.. SiGh..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Please.. please let the lesson end early.. Urgent.. Coz i need to go to The Heeren to make use of the discount card that i get from buying the CLEO mag!! hahakz! There is no other day that i can go there. Sunday is the last day that i can get to use the discount card. My weekends are booked for "jalan raya" with my family oredi lahz.. hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Ouchzz.. I think i've hurt my teeths.. Been chewing the lollipop stick from lunch till now. One of my stoopid habit. And i even held the stick when my team mates and i were doing our presentation. I'm 20 years old.. but still acting like a kid.. GANYUT tak tentu pasal..&lt;br /&gt;Haven't go for dental checkup for 3 years oredi.. Wonder how many holes i have in my teeths.. Don't want to know la. Scary. And i'm scared of the dentists. They are cruel. They'll scrap your teeth until you have no teeth left.. Muahaha! And i think that i have to cut down my sugar intake. Don't wanna risk my life of becoming a diabetic soon.. Sobz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;SoOo.. Bout hari raya.. hmm.. Juz as wat i'd expected. Not so fun.. My bro had to leave to tekong at the night of the 1st day of hari raya (last tues).. so sad.. Not like the previous years.. Like having no bro at all seyy.. haiz.. Niwaes, my family and i only went to 6 houses on the 1st day. It was not like the previous years when we used to go to alot of our relatives houses.. haiz.. Stop sighing frena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't even ask bout my 2nd day of raya.. I didn't go anywhere at all.. Juz watched tv until i went crazy. Suaa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Jia n me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Image023.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Lontong + Ayam + Rendang + Seronding (tak tau spell la. hahakz):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Hi darl. I'm missing u. hee. I'm going crazy or what?&lt;/span&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/8781520-116184910781162992?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/116184910781162992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=116184910781162992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116184910781162992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116184910781162992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2006/10/hmm-hari-raya-sigh.html' title='HmM.. hAri RaYa.. SiGh..'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-116184005813900158</id><published>2006-10-23T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T03:17:04.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Va-Va-VoOm ViVoCiTy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Yohaa!! This is gonna be a LONG entry. 2morrow is hari raya.. So i wanna wish all the muslims "Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri, Maaf Zahir &amp; Batin" Ok!! Hmm.. actuali i'm not really that enthusiastic bout it.. dunno why lehz.. Hope that 2morrow is a good day for me.. hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This morning, as usual, went to sch, even though i had no mood to come to class, as 2day is hari raya eve. My module for 2day was "Business and Cyber Law" (my elective module).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Monday blues + learning about law = a split headache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but no choice lehz.. I've been absent for 3 weeks for tis module oredi. So, no more excuses. And worse still, we had to do a debate for today's lesson. Debate on LAW. Something like what you've seen in the courtroom. Sort of. Wah lao.. i really HATE debate. Coz, i dunno how to debate, and i'm sux at it. And worse still, it was about LAW. but no choice. Everyone had to speak. So, i was the first speaker in my team. And as expected, i was stammering all the way when i was speaking. And i wondered if all my classmates heard me. hahakz. I think that i only spoke for 1 min, (the max time given was 4 min.. kwangz..!). However my team won the debate, and obviously it was not because of me lar. hahakz. My other team mates were very good speakers. Even the faci nominated them as the best speakers in the debate. Good job guys. Too bad you all have a "sotong" team mate like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Then after sch, nazira and i went to "va-va voom" VIVOCITY, the next biggest shopping centre in S'pore!!! boy, was i excited! Actuali our lessons finished quite early, and both of us didn't want to go back home early. So i decided that we went to vivocity.. heh heh..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;At Outram Park MRT station Platform:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v718/frena/Picture004-1.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v718/frena/Picture005-1.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v718/frena/Picture006-1.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;If you don't know where the hell is tis vivocity, it is actuali located at the harbourfront. You should go there!! The place is big with lots of shops and boutiques. But some of the shops are still under construction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The first shop that nazira and i saw rite after we entered vivocity was the CANDY EMPIRE shop. Whooah.. FULL OF CHOCOLATES/CANDIES!! Can go crazy man!! Most of the chocos/candies are the ones that you have not seen before! I'd been oohhing and aahhing at all of them until nazira told me to stop. hahakz. I can be so irritating if i'm "jakon". After that, we walked further into vivocity and went window shopping at tangs, fox and Forever 21.&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;/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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;More pics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v718/frena/Picture007-1.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v718/frena/Picture008-1.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v718/frena/Picture010.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;After that, jalan punyer jalan, we happened to pass by GJ CAFE!!! WAHH SO HAPPY!! So, without any hesitation, we went inside the cafe and ordered a "Strawberry and cream" ice blended. YUMMY!&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;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v718/frena/Picture011.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v718/frena/Picture012.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v718/frena/Picture017.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v718/frena/Picture018.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;After that (berapa banyak "after that" dahhh..), jalan punyer jalan again, we discovered that vivocity is like the Esplanade. If Esplanade is located by the river, then Vivocity is located by the sea, which overlook SENTOSA! We found an outdoor spot (something like a bay) at the side of the building, where peeps can sit back, relax and enjoy the wind and the view of the sea and ferries. Isn't that great? All of you should go there!&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;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v718/frena/Picture043.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v718/frena/Picture042.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v718/frena/Picture035.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v718/frena/Picture037.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v718/frena/Picture030.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Before we called it a day, we went into tangs again, as i decided to buy a handbag for hari raya. Actuali i had a Bonia bag at home which my mom gave me. But then, it looks like as if it's for the old ladies. Opps, i mean, for the MATURE ones. So, i tot that it's better to buy a handbag that suits me (or my age) better. Rite now, i wld like to give the honour to Nazira for being kind enuff to pay for the bag for me. But don't worry, i'll pay you back when i have enuff $$ in my pocket OK!&lt;/span&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/8781520-116184005813900158?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/116184005813900158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=116184005813900158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116184005813900158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116184005813900158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2006/10/va-va-voom-vivocity_23.html' title='Va-Va-VoOm ViVoCiTy!!'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-116158082925468586</id><published>2006-10-22T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T22:20:29.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CoOkiE DiSaStEr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm down wif a flu rite now. Been down wif flu quite a number of time tis year. Tis is wat happen if u have a lil sibling who tends to sneeze straight to your face without warning, and it's juz a lil bit late for u to get away from it. So, that's how the flu hits me. However i'm juz grateful that it's not a virus that can turn me into a flesh-eating zombie. Whooah, wild imagination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;SoOo.. 2 more days to hari raya.. YeeHaa! But my house still don't look like as if it's "malam raya" (hari raya eve). It's quite hectic to clean the house with lil siblings "trying their best to help" clean the house too. Da masok kan benda, dorg kluakan balik. Mcm main game gitu eh. duh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Niwaes I'd been busy baking cookies the whole day 2day too. And it was my first attempt baking them by myself. And I was so freakin frustrated. Tot that it wld go smoothly. But then some of the things went wrong. Haiyargh. The worse part was when the cookies got stuck to the tray after baking, and it was soo freakin disastrous to get them out without destroying their "appearance". And i'd also accidentally added a lil too much of baking powder. duh. That stoopid recipe told me to put 2 tsp of it. And my mom, she was being very "supportive" by saying that the cookies looked &lt;s&gt;"tak senonoh"&lt;/s&gt;. Great.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;But cheers! They may not taste as heavenly as Famous Amous's or Mrs Field's cookies. At LEAST, they taste like COOKIES; and not a garbage or something. And i have a satisfied customer too - my lil sis. At LEAST she loves them. hahakz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Image017.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-116158082925468586?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/116158082925468586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=116158082925468586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116158082925468586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116158082925468586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2006/10/cookie-disaster.html' title='CoOkiE DiSaStEr.'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-116132774723856367</id><published>2006-10-20T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:14:04.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>StUdiO PiCs..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Last month my family and i went to this one studio at the Angsana Shopping Centre - johor- to take some family pics. My parents want to hang a large-frame family photo in the living room. Mcm keluarga datok n datin gitu.. hahaks! Actually the photo package was quite good and cheap. And there was a free makeover for only one person in the family. And guess who was the one who kena tortured being makeover?? M.E. And the make-up artist turned me into one pathetic bride, when i juz wanted to look normal and simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are some of the studio pics:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The Whole Family (this is the pic that my parents chose to hang on the living room)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/family1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/family1.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My parents with my MUCH MUCH younger siblings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/family%20-%20farah%20&amp;%20fahmie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/family%20-%20farah%20%26%20fahmie.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;My parents wif the twins (me &amp;amp; bro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/family%20-%20Ein%20&amp;%20Yana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/family%20-%20Ein%20%26%20Yana.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Bro wif lil sis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Ein%20&amp;amp;%20Farah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Ein%20%26%20Farah.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Me wif lil sis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Yana%20&amp;amp;%20Farah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Yana%20%26%20Farah.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Wahh mcm film Star karat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Ein.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Ein.0.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ouh Ya!! Mana laki aku?? Huahua!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Yana.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Yana.0.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-116132774723856367?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/116132774723856367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=116132774723856367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116132774723856367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116132774723856367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2006/10/studio-pics.html' title='StUdiO PiCs..!'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-116132439259170541</id><published>2006-10-20T13:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T23:06:32.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FeStiVe SeAsOnS..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Counting down.. 4 days to hari raya.. Wahh very the fast.. I've bought all the things that i need for that day oredi.. except a few scarfs to go wif.. Haiyargh.. I'm short of $$$!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My bro will be coming back hm from tekong 2day. Can't wait to see how he looks like. hahakz. He must be so skinny and DARK from all those training. Keep it up.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;SoOo.. 2morrow is Deepavali.. Hope that there will be alot of Hindustan movie for me to watch on TV.. heh heh.. However, no relaxing 2morrow. Have to do alot of house cleaning for hari raya. Need to take off the old curtains and put on the new ones. So siann. 2morrow will be a very busy day for me. No maid = alot of work for me to do. Stoopid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And besides that.. 2morrow is also a very special day for darl.. SoOo, I wanna wish him a &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; 27th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;!!!! I'd bought him a Giordano Sweater which he really loike very much! Muackies! 10 months and not stopping ok. hope so.. hee.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-116132439259170541?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/116132439259170541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=116132439259170541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116132439259170541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116132439259170541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2006/10/festive-seasons_20.html' title='FeStiVe SeAsOnS..'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-116123425678205084</id><published>2006-10-19T10:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T23:51:00.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a LoNg NiTe InDeEd!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm having "that time of the month". hehe u know wat i mean. Having a very painful stomach cramp rite now. Cannot tahan liao. Becoz of that, i cabot class 2day. I don't think that i can pay full attention in class when my condition is like this. I've eaten the panadol, but it seems like the pain is getting more worse than before. like duh. So, as usual, i'm in the sch library.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yesterday went to Bugis wif my sec sch frenz, isnarti and raihanah. Wah all grown up oredi liao (hehe juz kidin). We broke our fast at Long John Silver. I had this Fish treasure watever meal, the one with the rice. Wah lao, so the "memuakkan". Plain rice with black pepper sauce. Eee. Niwaes i bought that bcoz i'm use to eating rice during break-fast time. I hate to eat fast food. Not so healthy. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ceyy is.. ko nak makan ke atau experiment ayam tu??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/is%20makan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/is%20makan.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Wah.. Rai posing abis..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/rai%20makan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/rai%20makan.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Mkn pelan2 oii.. Aku tau korg lapar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/dorg%202%20tgh%20mkn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/dorg%202%20tgh%20mkn.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;My Fish Treasure Meal. But it did not taste like a wonderful treasure at all. Hahakz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/fish%20treasure%20meal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/fish%20treasure%20meal.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;After breaking our fast, we went to Bugis Village. I loike! I didn't know that there was a 2nd storey there until yesterday (luckily isnarti told me. thanks ok!). So "jakon". As usual, i hate to leave any shopping centres/places empty handed (especially when i'm at bugis village!), so i bought this top with flowery prints all over! I love it very much!! then we walked ard bugis village until "mabok". Fooled ard with each other and tried on spectacles in some of the spectacle shops. Hahakz tak de keje lain. Then at this one shop, the apek asked us why we were all so happy, as we were all laughing here and there for no apparent reason. Then we lied that we were juz so happy to come to his shop (*bukannye slalu dapat pegi kedai dia kan?? hahakz*). Then he wanted us to buy his watches. Then i told him "okay, if you give me offer - buy one get one free. huahuahua. After that i tot of going to the bazaar ramadhan at kampong glam (the Suria Raya carnival one) coz i wanted to buy a black scarf for hari raya. But then we were too lazy to walk there. We even tot of taking the trishaw. But that was a very silly idea indeed. hahakz. Instead, we went to bugis junction shopping centre and juz walked ard there. Then at 9.30 i had to go home. Coz, as usual, my curfew is at 10 pm. So boring. I'm so jealous wif isnarti coz she has no curfew at all. hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Me and Rai tryin on specs. Mcm Makciks bedahs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/specy%20me.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;My Flowery topsss!! AKU SUKAA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/flowery%20tops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/flowery%20tops.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And of course, we took the Mrt home. My frenz alighted to their respective station first before me. And you know wat? The train suddenly stopped in the middle of the track, near chinese garden station. at first, i tot that it was juz the usual delay. But then the light suddenly became dimmer. I almost panicked sia. hahakz. The first thing that came into my mind - one scene from the movie "final destination 3", the part when this gerl predicted that the train was going to crash and the passengers were going to die. Wah scary. 2nd thought - was there any act of terrorism?? Wahaha more scarier. 3rd thought - Someone kena knocked down by MRT?? Maybe. Fortunately, nothing bad had happened to us. We were being led out towards the very first front door (not the emergency exit door, coz the train reached 3/4 towards the station platform oredi). But after i stepped out from the train, i saw all the Civil Defence rescuers all came rushing towards the accident area (somewhere towards the track). and there were police officers and ambulance. No doubt that there was an accident. I wanted to see what actuali happened. But then i remembered my curfew and went back home. Tot of taking a taxi home. Waited for the taxi for some bloody long minutes at the taxi stand.. But not even one taxi in sight. Wonder why somebody had the nerve to build a taxi stand there. So at last, i took the bus home. Reached home at ard 11 pm. And last but not least, kena scolded from my papa. Wat a great nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;And.. a few hours ago.. i juz realized that.. I had missed watching the Project Runway Show yesterday. WAAA~~!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-116123425678205084?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/116123425678205084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=116123425678205084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116123425678205084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116123425678205084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2006/10/long-nite-indeed_19.html' title='a LoNg NiTe InDeEd!!'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-116083681061296247</id><published>2006-10-13T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T00:40:39.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MaRiNa SqUaRe AgAiN..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;After sch went to marina square with nazira and syaidah. We broke our fast at the pizza hut. I was craving for the 'Pizza tarik-tarik' (hehe i've forgotten the name of the pizza), and finally i got to taste it! YUMMY!! We also ordered a bake rice, calamari rings and garlic bread. Wahh so fulled..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unfortunately i was in a bad mood coz there was a misunderstanding between me and darl, and we had a small argument (don't wanna say what our problem was). And i couldn't pretend like as if i was okay or something. So i was like pulling a long face.. and i felt so sorry for my frens for spoiling our day. The "best" part was when i couldn't tahan oredi and cried infront of them. So embarassing.. Then i tried to cheer myself up and bought myself a turquoise blouse from my fav A'drey boudiour shop &lt;s&gt;(shopping je aku ni..)&lt;/s&gt;. But i hadn't fully recover yet actuali.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After like a few rounds window shopping-ing ard marina square, syaidah was tired and sleepy oredi, and she went back home first. Then nazira and i headed to GJ Cafe and ordered a regular coco loco. Yummy. Ard 9.30 pm, we went back home.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At sch before goin off to marina square:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/IMG_2744.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/IMG_2744.0.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Took a taxi.. Didn't wanna be late for break-fast time:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/IMG_2755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/IMG_2755.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This was when my muka monyok oredi..:&lt;br /&gt;(Nak klua kan cheese pon susah)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/IMG_2765.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/IMG_2765.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/IMG_2767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/IMG_2767.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And they had to tolerate my monyokness..Sowie Guys:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/IMG_2773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/IMG_2773.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;These are what we had ordered:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Garlic bread&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/IMG_2769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/IMG_2769.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Calamari Rings&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/IMG_2768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/IMG_2768.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Baked Rice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/IMG_2771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/IMG_2771.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mushroom Soup&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/IMG_2766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/IMG_2766.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And JENG JENG JENG.. PIZZA TARIK- TARIK!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/IMG_2772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/IMG_2772.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Last but not least.. Coco Loco From GJ Cafe..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/IMG_2782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/IMG_2782.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-116083681061296247?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/116083681061296247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=116083681061296247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116083681061296247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116083681061296247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2006/10/marina-square-again.html' title='MaRiNa SqUaRe AgAiN..'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-116071910319923495</id><published>2006-10-13T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T06:34:33.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FaiNTiNg LiAo</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Wahlao.. Cannot tahan oredi liao.. Wanna faint..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My team mates and i just came back from the new sports hall (which is like quite far away from our classroom) to take some photos for today's Photography and Digital imaging module.. Wahh, the sun was scorching hot!! I'm not the type of person who can stand the sun. Not only bcoz it makes me feel very tired and thirsty, but also makes my skin DARKER!! Today's photo theme is "Life against the Light", and i'm not too sure what does sport have anything to do with Light. Niwaes i juz follow my team mates. I'm too tired to argue about anything.. so i juz tag along effortlessly.. We went to the swimming pool area which haven't open yet actuali (and no one is allow to go into that area), but we "suka-suka" go inside and took all sort of pics.. suaa.. Surprisingly, there is a baby pool.. hmm I wonder wat that's for.. coz from wat i know, there are no babies studying in this sch.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are some pics that i took from my hp:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/sch%20stadium%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/sch%20stadium%201.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/sch%20stadium%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/sch%20stadium%203.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;from near&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Image014.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Image014.0.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Image010.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Damn stomach.. Can you pls stop GROWLING!!?? Don't you know it's so damn EMBARASSING!!??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-116071910319923495?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/116071910319923495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=116071910319923495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116071910319923495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116071910319923495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2006/10/fainting-liao.html' title='FaiNTiNg LiAo'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-116070938722183523</id><published>2006-10-12T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T20:19:59.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YaWniNg N yAwNiNg..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Woke up at the wrg side of bed tis morning.. Suddenly felt like punching somebody's face or kicking some ass. Really. no kiddin. Annoyed wif the surrounding.. especially when i reached the MRT station. Alot of peeps came rushing in and i felt like pushing them away, one by one &lt;s&gt;(maybe towards the track.. hahakz)&lt;/s&gt; ! All couldn't be patient to board the train! As if that train was the only train left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was practically dragging myself to sch lehzz.. I didn't come for 2day's "Network and Data Centre Management" module for 2 weeks oredi. So i think that i'm really lacking way way behind.. Great. My faci even greeted me "welcome back, farihana", and i just gave him my sincerest smile. Ya rite.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Niwaes, after i'd entered my classroom (in the lab actuali), the "black cloud" above me started to fade away.. Thanks to the guys in my class.. they were crazy to the max and realli made my day.. But, unfortunately, 2day's lesson was so damn SIANN man!! So difficult to search for resources relating to the topic.. and i was slacking.. Actually 2day's problem was about Network Management System and yada yada.. I can't even manage my own self, and now i have to manage a network?? DUH. I'd been yawnin alot in class, until i could really feel my jaws cracking. Worse still, my stomach was growling.. Cobaan puasa lah dikatakan..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-116070938722183523?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/116070938722183523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=116070938722183523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116070938722183523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116070938722183523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2006/10/yawning-n-yawning.html' title='YaWniNg N yAwNiNg..'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-116036190474069843</id><published>2006-10-08T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T19:45:05.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ShOpPiNg AgAiN wiF mY pArEnTs!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;This is what i've done 2day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the morning ard 8am, i went to work with- who else if not- nazira.. &lt;s&gt;hahakz tak de muka lain ke??&lt;/s&gt;. Her father drove us to work. Actually nazira and i will only work if the HR call us to help with some stuffs. We decided to work 2day not because we were so the very hard working (of course not, when it is SUNDAY!!), but because the pay was quite good.. so we didn't want to waste the opportunity to increase our incomes so that we can do more shopping!! heh heh..! Niwaes at work was quite disastrous.. We had done a printing mistake.. AGAIN!! &lt;s&gt;And this time it was nazira's fault, not mine.. hahakz!&lt;/s&gt;. She had almost finished with her printing task- and there was only a few papers to go, when the supervisor came to us and told us that we had done a mistake! And we had to reprint 3/4 out of a few hundreds of papers!! And surprisingly, the supervisor can be so patient! If i was him, i wld scream in outrage at my fellow staffs for making such a terrible mistake.. huahua..! When it was time for us to go home, we really felt very exhausted, like as if we had run a few hundred metres.. Kwangs.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Nazira and me in the office cubicles:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/frena%20@%20work.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/frena%20%40%20work.1.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/nazira%20@%20work.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/nazira%20%40%20work.2.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My parents fetched me from work, and we went straight to Orchard Road to break our fast there. You might think that we had gone to a fancy restaurant or something.. But, guess what?? We ended up breaking our fast at the AL-FALAH Mosque! hahakz! But it's good for us muslims to break our fast in the mosque. Cause it helps to save money and prevent us from spending so much money on unnecessary foods.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After that we went to TANGS. My mom had a $30 TANGS voucher with her and she had used it to buy a pair of converse shoe (wow!) for my baby bro (which caused $49.00!). Then we walked around for a moment before going to TAKA. She also had a $20 TAKA voucher (wonder where she got all the vouchers.. hmm..) and she tot of using it to buy something for my lil sis.. But in the end, she bought a bracelet for me which cause $29.00. &lt;s&gt;When her "angin pus pus da datang", she will suddenly want to buy something for me. heh..&lt;/s&gt;. At first the bracelet was too long for me, as my wrist is very small.. Then the salesgirl helped to adjust the length, and we had to wait a few LONG minutes for her to get it done. By the time she had finished, i was already so sleepy and felt like lying on the floor. And then we finally went back home.. Luckily my parents didn't make up their mind to go to geylang.. If not, i dunno what will happen to me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The Signs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/orchard%20rd%20sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/orchard%20rd%20sign.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;My lil bro trying on shoes.. SO CUTE LIKE ME!! Wakaka!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/boboy%20try%20on%20shoes.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/boboy%20try%20on%20shoes.0.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/boboy%20try%20on%20shoes%202.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/boboy%20try%20on%20shoes%202.0.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The Bracelet that my mom bought for me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/my%20bracelet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/my%20bracelet.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Niwaes i got to know that one of darls's colleague's wife happen to know my mom. He said that maybe she and my mom are not in the same company but they are in the same premises. What a small world.. Maybe she told my mom that her husband works wif darl. And my mom had been telling her bout my relationship with darl.. &lt;s&gt;hmm i dunno what i'm blabbering about but good luck to you in understanding my story&lt;/s&gt;. I'm actually quite annoyed that my mom told someone, that i don't even know, about me.. I can take it if she tell all my makciks kaypoh.. But to someone who i don't even know?? Duh. Niwaes i'm not goin to bother bout that.. As long as there is no trouble happen towards me and darl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-116036190474069843?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/116036190474069843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=116036190474069843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116036190474069843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116036190474069843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2006/10/shopping-again-wif-my-parents.html' title='ShOpPiNg AgAiN wiF mY pArEnTs!!'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-116021078762064536</id><published>2006-10-06T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T01:51:37.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ByE bYe Me BrO..*sObZ*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I didn't come to sch today and take my UT.. Being lazy was part of the reason, but i'd decided to send my bro off to tekong &lt;s&gt;(yaay boleh naik boat!!)&lt;/s&gt;. Hmm.. finally he has gone for NS (Army). Hope he'll change completely into a MAN, and realize that life is not all about going out late at night and sleeping all day long from morning till afternoon/evening (like "Burung Hantu"). However i admit that i'm gonna miss him and his lame but very funny jokes that can make me laugh until i cry and got stomachache.. He'll be back from 20th till 24th Oct.. Meaning that he'll be back to tekong on the night of the 1st day of hari raya. So boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;The pics that i took: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;The boat and sun set.. &lt;s&gt;hahakz! tak de keje ambik gambar mrepek!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Image007.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Image007.0.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Image008.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Image008.0.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;After sending him to tekong, my parents and i went to break our fast at geylang, at this "Teh Tarik..erm yada yada" Coffeeshop. I had a seafood fried rice which was very nice.. Then after that we walked around the bazaar for window shopping. Actually, there was only a few peepz at ard 7pm to 8 pm. But after 8.30pm, the crowd came rushing in. haiyargh.. Worse still, the bazaar kept having black out! hmm.. I tot of buying this indon kebaya but then.. dunno lehzz.. I wanna buy matching baju kurung wif my abg syg.. hehe.. Then after a few rounds oredi, we couldn't tahan wif the crowd and went back home.. HOME SWEET HOME. suaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Lights at Geylang:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Image004.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Image004.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Image014.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Image001.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Image001.0.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-116021078762064536?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/116021078762064536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=116021078762064536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116021078762064536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116021078762064536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2006/10/bye-bye-me-brosobz.html' title='ByE bYe Me BrO..*sObZ*'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-116003436051718689</id><published>2006-10-05T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T00:46:01.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>StOoPiD LaPpY..!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Yoha..! This will gonna be a long entry.. I've just reformatted my lappy's C drive.. Coz i suspected that it had alot of viruses/ad-awares/spywares all ready to "MAKAN" my important stuffs.. So before it &lt;s&gt;crashed&lt;/s&gt; like it did last time (selisih malaikat 44!), i decided without hesitation to reformat my lappy.. Suaa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Niwaes, i didn't come for lesson 2day as my lappy was being reformatted, and it wld be very damn boring if i came to class without it.. I wld be staring into space instead of doing anything useful.. Duh. I had to wait for almost 4-5 hours for my lappy to finally finish its reformatting process..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rite now i'm at the &lt;u&gt;hardcore&lt;/u&gt;-cold sch library with nazira, waiting for 4.15pm, when we will finally go up to our respective classes for our Understanding Test (UT) on &lt;u&gt;Business And Cyber Law&lt;/u&gt;. I wonder why i took that module for my elective. So the difficult man! And it's not like as if i'll confirm become a lawyer in the future.. &lt;u&gt;Loya buruk&lt;/u&gt; can okay!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This was what happened at the library just now:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Birthday card-giving ceremony to Nazira!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/nazira%20givin%20card%20ceremony.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/nazira%20givin%20card%20ceremony.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/nazira%20givin%20card%20ceremony.0.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/nazira%20givin%20card%20ceremony%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/nazira%20givin%20card%20ceremony%201.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cards created by: Me, Ayu, Syaidah &amp;amp; Lila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/nazira%20givin%20card%20ceremony%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/nazira%20givin%20card%20ceremony%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/nazira%20givin%20card%20ceremony%203.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Okay gerls.. It's time to take pics wif our "CELEBRITY"..!! Hahakz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/nazira%20givin%20card%20ceremony%204.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/nazira%20givin%20card%20ceremony%204.0.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/nazira%20givin%20card%20ceremony%205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/nazira%20givin%20card%20ceremony%205.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/nazira%20givin%20card%20ceremony%206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/nazira%20givin%20card%20ceremony%206.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Alamak Ayu's not here coz she had gone somewhere else laaa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haiz.. i tot of "ponteng" sch 2morrow coz i want to send my twin bro off to Pulau Tekong for his first day of NS. But then, i get to know that i have UT in the afternoon!! Jialat!! So the sad man.. &lt;s&gt;Ingatkan nak naik boat, skali tak jadi dokz&lt;/s&gt;.. suaa.. Niwaes, i hope that my bro really take care of himself while he is in Tekong.. Especially when it's during fasting month.. And i hope that his meal will be taken care of.. Suaa.. Why i suddenly jiwangz seyy? hahakz!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Twinnos%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Twinnos%203.jpg" border="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My twin bro n i..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-116003436051718689?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/116003436051718689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=116003436051718689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116003436051718689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/116003436051718689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2006/10/stoopid-lappy.html' title='StOoPiD LaPpY..!!'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-115976161984484305</id><published>2006-10-01T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T23:10:00.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YoHaAa..!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday nite working at ard &lt;u&gt;7pm till today's morning at 7 am&lt;/u&gt; (which i had mention in the previous post) . Nazira and i had to do lots and lots of paper work and u bet how many papers we had actually sacrificed! hahakz! We kept on having printing mistakes from the beginning of our printing task to the end of it.. the mistake was mainly because of miscommunications. Like wat the malays say, &lt;s&gt;"Orang suruh buat lain, kita buat lain"&lt;/s&gt;.. hahakz! In the end we wasted not only 1 to 2 papers, but almost &lt;u&gt;thousands&lt;/u&gt; of it.. hehe.. Luckily our so-called supervisor was very nice and said it was okay. And luckily we were not fined for wasting those papers. However, I feel so sorry for the trees.. Boohoo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alot of papers scattering here and there.. hahahkz: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Image001.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Seterezz:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Image007.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Niwaes the company was so good to provide us with foods such as &lt;u&gt;KFC&lt;/u&gt; for supper and &lt;u&gt;Mcd&lt;/u&gt; for breakfast (and as for me, sahur). If i keep on working night shift like yesterday, i think i'll become very &lt;s&gt;fat&lt;/s&gt; in a very short period of time. No doubt bout that. It's all because of nazira that i have turn into a full-time &lt;s&gt;"Pelahapz"&lt;/s&gt;.. hahakz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then after work, darl fetched me home. Actually, he was mad and disappointed at me for not helping him to do something yesterday. Actually it was not because i was not willing to help or lazy or something else, but i really had something to attend to. Haiz.. Then i told him not to fetch me from work cause from now on i feel that i &lt;u&gt;don't deserve&lt;/u&gt; his help anymore and i don't want to be a &lt;u&gt;burden&lt;/u&gt; to him. But he still came and fetch me. I was guilty.. Sometimes he don't have to go to the extra miles for me, u know.. Whatever it is, i still &lt;u&gt;love&lt;/u&gt; him to bits and hope that &lt;u&gt;our relationship can last forever&lt;/u&gt;.. haiz&lt;/strong&gt;&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/8781520-115976161984484305?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/115976161984484305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=115976161984484305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/115976161984484305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/115976161984484305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2006/10/yohaaa.html' title='YoHaAa..!!'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-115958823237466974</id><published>2006-09-29T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T20:37:07.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BuGiS bAgUs..!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Helluu.. Yup, i've change my blogskin again.. Suddenly the combination of black and white is very dull to me.. hahakz. I know dat I'm so the&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;fickle-minded.&lt;/u&gt; hehe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My lesson for 2day in school was on photography and digital imaging. 2day's assignment was to take photos that reflect on &lt;u&gt;RP campus life&lt;/u&gt;. Duh. As i didn't come for the 1st lesson, i was quite blur.. i didn't know the right techniques to take good photos. So i juz snap blindly. hahakz. Unfortunately, we lost the lense cover at the end of our photo taking. As i'm fasting, it was really VERY tiring to walk up down left right, searching for that bloody thing. At last we gave up and prepared to pay for it. Luckily it only cost $10 to $20.. kwangz..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;One of the pic that i took:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/photography%20lesson.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="152" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/photography%20lesson.0.jpg" width="233" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After sch, nazira and i went to bugis and met up wif tam at &lt;u&gt;swensen's&lt;/u&gt; to break our fast there. Yummy.. hehe. I had a Chili Fish Spaghetti (wish taste like asam pedas with noodle hahakz) and calamari rings (my all-time fav side dish), nazira had a Salmon Mushroom Creamy spaghetti (i think so haha (asal bleh je aku ni)), and tam had a Crayfish Spaghetti.. As usual, we ate and ate and talk and talk and had a good crazy laugh.. hehehe..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Last pose before going to shopping.. heh heh:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Picture%20035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Picture%20035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Picture%20037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Picture%20037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Calamari Rings &amp;amp; Salmon Mushroom Creamy Spag:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Picture%20040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="162" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Picture%20040.jpg" width="209" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Picture%20041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="163" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Picture%20041.jpg" width="205" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The Crayfish Spag:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Picture%20042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="154" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Picture%20042.jpg" width="234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me n Tam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Picture%20038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Picture%20038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Picture%20039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/200/Picture%20039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;After that, we went shopping for a while at bugis junction's Seiyu and bugis village!! Shopping!! AKU SUKA! There was a big sale at seiyu's and we shopped like crazy(especially nazira!)!! hahakz! I bought a few things: &lt;u&gt;Adidas Fruity Rhythm Eau De Toilette and Perfumed Deodorant Spray&lt;/u&gt; (which together only cost $16.06!!), and a &lt;u&gt;Silky Girl fruity juice lip gloss&lt;/u&gt;! Plus, i bought tis very pretty &lt;u&gt;blouse&lt;/u&gt; at bugis village and i really loike it and love it very the much!! woohoo! Now i realized that shopping at Bugis is REALLY GREAT!! Unfortunately we couldn't shop deeper into bugis village coz my curfew was at 10 o'clock, and we were also very damn tired as we were carrying our heavy laptops while shopping!! I never felt so exhausted in my life!! So finally tam drove me and nazira back to our homes and here i am.. hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;okaylah.. that's all for now.. So damn sleepy oredi. Niwaes i have to work 2morow nite till morning (7 pm and 7 am), doing data entry at this company named MFS technology. Wah i dunno if i can make it or not.. hahakz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-115958823237466974?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/115958823237466974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=115958823237466974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/115958823237466974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/115958823237466974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2006/09/bugis-bagus.html' title='BuGiS bAgUs..!!'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-115928152878326269</id><published>2006-09-26T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T07:38:48.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NeW bLoG sKiN..!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Phew..! Finally i have a new blog skin!! I know it is quite dull, but i juz love the combination of these 2 colours - black and white.. heh heh.. So, if any one of u happens to drop by my blog and have any comments that can help me improve my blogskin design, then feel free to tag me with all the comments okay! Ciaoz!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-115928152878326269?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/115928152878326269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=115928152878326269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/115928152878326269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/115928152878326269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2006/09/new-blog-skin.html' title='NeW bLoG sKiN..!!'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-115924191676877364</id><published>2006-09-25T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T00:39:52.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>S'pOrE iDoL fEvEr..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jialat.. I'm having a flu rite now.. My nose is running, my throat is soring, and my head hurts a bit. Haiyargh.. That's what happen if u r studying in a sch which we can almost relate to the "North Pole".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 2nd day of ramadhan but i'm not fasting cause I got good reason okay.. hehe.. Niwaes i wanna wish all the muslims a very "SELAMAT MENYAMBOT BULAN RAMADHAN!!". Jangan puasa yok2 je..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The S'pore Idol results was out oredi..! And i'm so glad that HADY MIRZA won!! Woo hoo..! And i'm so proud that so far we have 2 malay guys as our s'pore idol! But it really doesn't matter who came 1st or 2nd in this competition.. Johnathan was great too (at least he is better than sly hahakz).. He has the look, talent and brain, and he can easily achieve a good future. So, good luck Johnathan!! Wishing u all the best! You guys are winners!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually my cuzz (jia) and i went to watch the S'pore Idol 2006 Grand Final Performance Show at the S'pore Indoor Stadium (SIS) yesterday. No time to update about this yesterday as i was too tired. Papa gave me the tix for the show. Someone had given it to him. The show was really great and happening!! I had to shout on top of my lungs when the host wanted us (the audiences) to cheer for our favourite idols. Maybe that is one of the reason why i have sore throat now.. heh.. Niwaes, i really had goosebumps when hady sang the last song “U give me wings”.. He has a very nice and colourful voice tone. Great to know that the song “U give me wings” will be his debut single. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before the show started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/s"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/s"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" height="233" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/s%27pore%20idol%20stage%20b4%20start%20show%201.0.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/s"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/s"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" height="231" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/s%27pore%20idol%20stage%20b4%20start%20show%202.1.jpg" width="276" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOSH!! The show had started. Great lightings and everything!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/s"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" height="182" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/s%27pore%20idol%20stage%201.0.jpg" width="204" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Great atmosphere.. Great performances by the 2 winners!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/s"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" height="216" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/s%27pore%20idol%20stage%204.1.jpg" width="263" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jia and me!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/at%20s"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" height="157" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/at%20s%27pore%20idol.jpg" width="188" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/vote%20hadi.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" height="197" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/vote%20hadi.jpg" width="194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/vote%20jonathan.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" height="201" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/vote%20jonathan.jpg" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-115924191676877364?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/115924191676877364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=115924191676877364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/115924191676877364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/115924191676877364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2006/09/spore-idol-fever.html' title='S&apos;pOrE iDoL fEvEr..!'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-115891979342474885</id><published>2006-09-22T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T00:55:51.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It'S mE aGaiN..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hello yellow dirty fellow!! It's me again.. Sometimes i need to blog for once in a while.. If not, wat for having a blog rite..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Niwaes, i'm at "GJ" Cafe alone now, somewhere near ct hall which serves great hot and ice-blended coffee and yada yada.. Cannot tell u all what does GJ stands for and where it is located coz it's a secret between the sisterhood: Nazira, Tam and me (wakaka..!).. i really thank them for introducing the cafe to me and now it has become our fav hotspot. Shiok! heh.. Plus, i can surf the net here, using the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:wireless@sg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;wireless@sg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; network!! woohoo!! But it is believed that the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:wireless@sg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;wireless@sg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; network will not be ard after september. dunno lahzz.. suaaa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Actuali i had cabot class 2day.. Not that i was so damn lazy.. but then i was late to sch and was too paiseh to go to class. It's not always great to become "STAR KARAT" for the 1st week of 2nd semester. But actuali 2day's lesson seemed to be quite interesting coz my lesson for 2day was on photography, and i got to know that we only need to take some photos and discussed bout it during the presentation. duh.. Instead of goin to class, i had accompany nazira to the IT helpdesk (she also cabot), as there was some problem wif her laptop and it was needed to perform some recovery.. We spent half of the day waiting for it to recover but it took a freakin long time to recover completely. Ard 2pm, nazira was fed up oredi and decided to reformat her c drive completely at hm.. kwang3.. Then we went our separate ways, as she was going somewhere else wif her bf, and i'm on my own.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Before stopping here at GJ cafe, i had went shopping for a short while at Marina Square and i'm so happy to buy what i had really wanted to buy!! I went to A'drey boudior's to buy this brown blouse and went to Fox's to buy the white "bolero" (did i spell or pronounce the word incorrectly??) that i had always wanted!! I was so happy shopping ard that i didn't even realize that my foot was bleeding from the blisters. Now i realize dat shopping can release the pain of my wounds.. hahakz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Later i'm going to Pioneer Mall Mcd to meet my darl. He wants to study for his course test, and i'm accompanying him. I know that i'm so sweet. No need to remind me okay?? wahaha.. Niwaes, he said that i had gain a few weight.. Thanks for the compliment *bluek* =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;oklah.. that's all folks.. I'm having headache now.. dunno why.. haiyargh.. Ciaoz!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="198" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/Image022.jpg" width="266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Choco Loco.. Yummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="217" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/Image024.jpg" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Now cannot show the clothes. Can only show plastic bag.. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="202" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/Image023.jpg" width="282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-115891979342474885?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/115891979342474885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=115891979342474885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/115891979342474885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/115891979342474885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-me-again.html' title='It&apos;S mE aGaiN..'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-115868206745262134</id><published>2006-09-19T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T09:07:47.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAIZZZZZZZZZZ!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haiz.. sigh.. hmmm.. bleagh.. i juz can't stop sighing.. juz as i tot that life wld be much better.. ya ritteee *roll eyes*.. Haiz.. the only thing that i shld do now is to stop sighing.. haiz..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it has been a long time since the last time  i had updated my blog.. actually i had a lot of interesting things to blog about.. but as i was too lazy, i didn't bother bout it.. Niwaes i suddenly feel like bloggin in 2day.. feeling quite extremely sad now.. i had juz check out my class roster for next sem.. like, wat the *toot*..!! i tot that my class wld be the same as last sem's one.. and i kinda like my last sem class.. and now, my class roster has change!!! haiyargh!! why must the sch wants to go thru all the hassle to change everyone's classes??? WHY???!!! and i don't really know alot of peeps in my new classes for my 4 modules.. sux to the max to the power of infinity. luckily i have to go thru another few mths before i finally graduate. never mind.. it's not like as if i'm gonna be tortured or something. hmpf.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seriously no mood. And another thing that i'm really freakin mad about is my maid. my parents wanna send her back to her hm in indonesia 2morow. like wat nazira says, "confirm plus chop" *heh*. the reason is bcoz a few of our neighbours actually saw her talking with a bangla. actually not only talking, but quite more than that.. it is also believed that she even left my baby bro at hm alone when he was sleeping and went down to meet that bloody bangla. dunno how true is that but my mum was really angry when the neighbours told her bout that. and she doesn't hesitate to send the maid back to her hm 2morow.. actually i still can't believe it. but watever it is, why must the neighbours wanted to lie bout watever they were sayin? it's not like as if my family have anything against them. it just saddens me that my maid wld do such dirty things coz i reali trusted her. even my mum tried to tolerate her and reduced her scoldings. and so stupid that she took advantage of it n tot that we wld not find out. haiyargh.. by 2morow, i'm back to square 1, and i have to do the housework again..! ok i'm not that terribly lazy but.. err.. i'm juz so use to havin maid n not so-very-the-ready to do housework again.. haiz..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok lah.. don't wanna blog anymore. juz wait for another episode.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-115868206745262134?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/115868206745262134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=115868206745262134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/115868206745262134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/115868206745262134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2006/09/haizzzzzzzzzz.html' title='HAIZZZZZZZZZZ!!!'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-114688686459916868</id><published>2006-05-06T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T20:41:07.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WhAt ThE hEwL iS wRoNg WiT u????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It really hurts me when u said that i'm selfish and that i always want u to give in to me. How many times must we discuss and and argue and compromise bout tis damn stupid issue?? AND HOW MANY TIMES MUST I TELL U THAT IT'S NOT THAT I &lt;u&gt;"DON'T WANT"&lt;/u&gt; TO RIDE UR BIKE WIF U, BUT I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;"CANNOT"!!!&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Do u understand the difference between "DON'T WANT" and "CANNOT"!!!!???? Even my 4-year-old sis knows the difference. How many times muz i tell u dat my father won't allow me to ride a bike wif a guy (except those in my family)??And i tot u have already understand my situation!! I don't want to break my father trust!! And, inspite of that, i still break the rulez.. I've rode the bike wif u a few times before.. And u still can say that i'm sellfish?? Is trying not to break my father's trust, a sellfish thing to do?? WHY???????????? So. damn. mad. And now, it seems that u r mad at me, like as if everything is my fault. I regret to say this but, that's the price of being wif me. If u can't live wif dat, then why not search for other girlfren?????? I know.. i kinda feel guilty to say this, but that's the fact. I don't want people to be trouble by me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-114688686459916868?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/114688686459916868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=114688686459916868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/114688686459916868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/114688686459916868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-hewl-is-wrong-wit-u.html' title='WhAt ThE hEwL iS wRoNg WiT u????'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-114586500885845879</id><published>2006-04-23T23:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T00:50:08.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JuZ wAnNa SaY i'M SoRRy..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sorry Papa.. For saying that u were being unfair in my previous post.. Even though u don't have any single idea that i'd said that u were being unfair, i feel guilty all the same. I was the one who was being so unreasonable and ridiculous.. To get something that i want, i can be so damn childish sometimes. And for goodness sake, i'm going to be 20 years old tis year. So, GROW UP!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And u, my dearest 'abg' iqbal.. hehe.. I'm sorry that sometimes i've made u disappointed. All i want to do is to divide my time equally wif u and my frens. Guess i'm not that super enough, and i tend to mess up everything. Even though i've made too many mistakes, u still love me to bits. That's why i'm crazy bout u.. =) And yup, 4th of may is coming up..!! It'll be our 5th month 2gether!! We really get along with each other very well, and those 5 months seem like 5 years!! 5 months and not stopping okay.. *winkz* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And to my dearest frens, whoever u are. I'm sorry if i can't be there for u sometimes. It's not that i don't want to.. Trying to be there for almost everyone is a very tough job for me. And without realizing it, i left somebody out. Really sorry bout that. I really thank some of u for being very understanding. I haven't change quite a bit lehz.. I'm still the nutcase who laugh about almost everything, and the one who always crack lame jokes that are so not funny sometimes.. hehe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-114586500885845879?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/114586500885845879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=114586500885845879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/114586500885845879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/114586500885845879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2006/04/juz-wanna-say-im-sorry_23.html' title='JuZ wAnNa SaY i&apos;M SoRRy..'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-114567424805988872</id><published>2006-04-22T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T01:03:31.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UnFaiRnEsS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;If i don't update my blog, it muz be that i'm too busy or that i'm too lazy.. heh heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Okay.. i had gone thru my first week of my 3rd year in the new RP campus at Wdlands. It was not that very bad actually.. The only bad thing is that it is as though i'm studying in a north pole. Everywhere is air-conditioned. And most of the time, i have to go run for a peepee.. I took 'Netwoking and Security' as my specialization, and to tell u the truth, it is boring as hell.. no doubt bout that. However, i'm glad that so far, i haven't see any programming yet. Phew. I would rather do boring theory than interesting programming. And in addition, my presentation skill still sux to the max. Can't help it. Maybe it is sort of my phobia to go to the front of the class and talk confidently. LAME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;And luckily, i choose quite an interesting elective- Digital Audio and Video. Well, i hope it will be interesting throughout the whole lessons. It is all about doing our own short movies, and i can get to play around with those heavy equipments such as the big video camera, the lightings and yada yada.. Cool huh? And throughout the 16 weeks lesson, we have to come out with our own 5 mins movie. My team had come out with tis thriller/comedy movie, but haven't decide whether to make the ending funny or a tragic one. hahakz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Niwaes, i'm not in a very good mood today. If i have the chance now, i feel like screaming at the top of my lungs. Really. My father- i wonder why he is being unfair. All i ever want to do is to go to the MediaCorp Studio 2nite and watch an 'Anugerah Skrin' Contest show. I get a free ticket for once in my life time, and maybe i won't get this kind of chance again. So, WHY IS HE SO RELUCTANT TO LET ME GO WATCH THAT DAMN SHOW??????? Not fair.. He used to let my bro went to tis one concert even though we had our religious class that nite.. Damn unfair. U.N.F.A.I.R. unfair. U.N.F.A.I.R. unfair. U.N.F.A.I.R. Ok stop that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Suddenly i don't feel like typing anymore.. mood swing i guess.. hahakz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Last but not least: I'm missing u my dear mohd iqbal..Yeah, i really sound like all of the pathetic love fools.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I use to think that i was strong,&lt;br /&gt;Until the day it all went wrong,&lt;br /&gt;I think i need a miracle to make it through..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="201" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/Image011.jpg" width="290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-114567424805988872?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/114567424805988872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=114567424805988872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/114567424805988872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/114567424805988872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2006/04/unfairness.html' title='UnFaiRnEsS.'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-114520025910000507</id><published>2006-04-16T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T19:39:47.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh GrEaT.. ThE niGhTmArE bEgiNs.. AgAiN..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Oh my god oh my god oh my god.. S.C.H.O.O.L .R.E.O.P.E.N.S. T.O.M.O.R.R.O.W.. DOT DOT DOT.. I know it doesn't sound dat scary.. but it is to me.. i'm gonna be sick.. haiz~.. School reopens at our new campus at wdlands.. haiz.. Wonder if i'll be lost in all those buildings and constructions.. HAIZ~ I'm having a major headache now.. no kidding..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Well.. now waiting for him to call me.. maybe dat's the only thing dat can keep my mind from thinking bout sch.. haiz~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Ok i think i sigh too much.. Haiz~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Stop it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Hope dat my 3rd year is much more.. ermm.. merrier than my last 2 years.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;All i ever want to do is to successfully graduate from dat sch..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;HAIZ~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-114520025910000507?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/114520025910000507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=114520025910000507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/114520025910000507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/114520025910000507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2006/04/oh-great-nightmare-begins-again.html' title='Oh GrEaT.. ThE niGhTmArE bEgiNs.. AgAiN..'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-114023744280113779</id><published>2006-02-18T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T20:39:36.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>QuiZzEs..</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dedede;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Face Says&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#f4f4f4;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdopeoplethinkofyourfacequiz/face.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;At first glance, people see you as warm and well-balanced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, your true self is reserved and logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With friends, you seem logical, detached, and a bit manipulative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you seem mysterious and interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In stressful situations, you seem selfish and moody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdopeoplethinkofyourfacequiz/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What Do People Think Of Your Face?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Heart Is Blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#fffafa;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorheartdoyouhavequiz/blue.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Love is a doing word for you. You know it's love when you treat each other well.&lt;br /&gt;You are a giving lover, but you don't give too much. You expect something in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your flirting style: Friendly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your lucky first date: Lunch at an outdoor cafe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dream lover: Is both generous and selfish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you bring to relationships: Loyalty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorheartdoyouhavequiz/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What Color Heart Do You Have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Fozzie Bear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/themuppetpersonalitytest/fozzie.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Wocka! Wocka!"&lt;br /&gt;You're the life of the party, and you love making people crack up.&lt;br /&gt;If only your routine didn't always bomb!&lt;br /&gt;You may find more groans than laughs, but always keep the jokes coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/themuppetpersonalitytest/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The Muppet Personality Test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-114023744280113779?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/114023744280113779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=114023744280113779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/114023744280113779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/114023744280113779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2006/02/quizzes.html' title='QuiZzEs..'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-114005765273298136</id><published>2006-02-14T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T18:40:52.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VaLeNtiNe'S dAy PaRt 2.. *hahakz*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yaay went to Bugis wif him juz now.. He surprised me wif roses~.. Hot pink in color some more.. hahakz! I was shocked and so damn touched.. And i couldn't stop smiling.. I didn't expect him to give me anything, as he had already bought me the chocos for my valentine's day present last saturday.. *Sigh*.. it was really soo sweet of him.. But i felt bad that i didn't even give him anything in return. Not that i didn't even bother.. I had asked him earlier on what kind of gift that he really wanted.. but he insisted not to give him anything.. He juz wanted me to treat him on movie for our next date.. heh heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/hot%20pink%20roses.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pretty roses...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bugis was so packed wif peepz.. All restaurants were also fully packed.. Actually we wanted to have our dinner at Siam Kitchen.. But too bad it was fully packed also.. We were too lazy to queue up.. Wonder why those peepz couldn't juz eat at home.. hahakz! So we went to Raffles Hospital's banquet and had our dinner there.. Haiz~.. Then after that we went our separate ways. He rode his bike home and i took the MRT.. Why i didn't ride the bike wif him? Coz, if my dad finds out, i'll be dead meat for sure.. Niwaes, i had to hide the roses inside my bag too.. So that my mom couldn't see it when i got home.. *Kesian bunga tu sampai kemek*..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i got home, u know what happened? Nobody was at home.. And i didn't have my home key to unlock the doors.. SO, i went down to the park (that is located juz in front of my flat), sat on one of the bench and opened my laptop.. Then a miracle happened.. To my surprised, there was a wireless connection thru linksys..!! Then i chatted wif nazira at the msn and told her to help me sms-ed my mom to come back home before i rot at the park.. But when my mom came back home, i didn't feel like going up.. I was enjoying myself surfing the net at the park.. with the wind blowing in my face.. hahakz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i would also like to thank nazira for the ferrero rocher.. Thanks for the valentine's day gift.. Muakies!! hahakz! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/Ferrero%20rocher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My favourite.. YuMm!!&lt;/strong&gt;&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/8781520-114005765273298136?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/114005765273298136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=114005765273298136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/114005765273298136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/114005765273298136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-day-part-2-hahakz.html' title='VaLeNtiNe&apos;S dAy PaRt 2.. *hahakz*'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-113990478157667054</id><published>2006-02-14T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T00:13:01.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HaPpY vALeNtiNe'S dAy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday, rite after i went back home, i was shocked to see the living room.. Like 'tongkang pecah' gitu.. Actuali, my living room's floor need to be renovated, as some of the tiles were already broken.. Wonder how it broke that easily.. I was even more shocked to see all the banglas gathering around at the front door yesterday.. I tot that it would be the chinese who would renovate our house.. kwang3.. So scary~.. hahakz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/Copy%201%20of%20Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My living room without tiles.. Like living inside the cave sia~.. hahakz!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/Copy%201%20of%20Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another corner of my living room.. haiz~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before the renovation, my parents had to put everything that were inside the living room, into our bedrooms.. Sux.. Now my bedroom is soo messy.. Higher chance for the cockcroaches to invade my room.. Niwaes, i had a close encounter wif that stupid little insect yesterday.. After talkin wif my darl, i heard a rustling sound.. I tot that there was nothing eerie or sumting.. But then, when i was trying to rest my hand on my bed, i felt sumting.. When i looked, it was that stupid little disgusting thing!! Eww.. I almost jumped out of my skin.. Yucks.. Can't believe that i had touched it wif my own bloody hand.. Hahakz!! Within one second, it scurried to the corner of my bed and disappeared.. After that, i was trying to keep myself awake.. to keep a look out for another cockcroaches.. Haiz~.. Maybe i have to buy a very big sheltox today and spray it all around my bedroom.. even though there'll be higher chance of insect-repellent suffocation.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/bilik%20aku.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There.. That's my messy bedroom.. &lt;/strong&gt;&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/8781520-113990478157667054?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/113990478157667054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=113990478157667054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/113990478157667054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/113990478157667054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='HaPpY vALeNtiNe&apos;S dAy!!'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-113989052434657695</id><published>2006-02-13T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T20:15:24.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~YaWn~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Yawn~.. Another 2 more weeks, there goes my 2nd year in RP.. Another 1 more year, i can get lost from there.. hee.. Can't wait.. Such a gleeful feeling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is running faster and faster.. And i haven't do my Professional Profiling (PP) project yet.. Going to start doing tis Wednesday.. I'm interviewing nazira's uncle who is a businessman and own a company named 'Duta Freight'.. I kind of nervous to interview him.. But nazira convinced me that he is nice and bla3.. But too bad.. I'm still nervous like hewl.. Hahakz! Niwaes, the date due for the project is on March.. 2 weeks from now.. Sigh~ Have to submit a report and do a poster.. Wow.. Such a torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still got another project to stress about.. My Final Year Project (FYP).. Sigh~.. We have to form a team.. And my team only consist of.. jeng3.. nazira. Hahakz.. I wonder how we are supposed to handle ourselves, doing a project that involved java.. Worse still, both of us really sux at it.. hahakz.. Never mind.. There must be a way for us.. One way or another.. We are humans and we have girl powers.. So we can overcome any obstacles.. *roll eyes*.. Like real only..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juz now nazira, ayu, nurul and i went to Plaza Singapura to have our lunch there. Before having our lunch at Long John Silver, we spotted a Spotlight Sale at the concourse.. I bought a 1.5m cloth which only costs $3.00!! Actually, it costs $3 per meter.. And i tot of buying it for 2m.. But then, the cloth that i bought only left less than 2m.. So the sales assistant gave me a discount.. Which means, i got 1.5m for only $3!! Yaay! Now waiting for nazira to make the skirt for me.. heh heh.. Thank u very the muchies.. Muackz!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Love the cloth and the stripez.. $3 only tau..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;So, tomorow is Valentine's Day.. My first ever valentine's day.. And i'm going out for a date with him.. yaay..! But unfortunately, we can only see each other for one hour only..!! haiz~.. Coz he don't want me to go hm late and finally get some scolding from my parents.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la.. Got to go now.. Will update again soon.. if i have the time.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-113989052434657695?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/113989052434657695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=113989052434657695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/113989052434657695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/113989052434657695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2006/02/yawn.html' title='~YaWn~'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-113974545519094186</id><published>2006-02-12T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T22:38:00.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My SaTuRdAy DaTe WiF hiM.. hee..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;HeLLuZ everybody..!! Doing great so far..?? Hee.. Here i am once again, after like 3 months of not updating tis blog.. Used to be very bz with sch and work.. but now.. NOT ANYMORE!! Now i have some free time for myself, my family, frenz, and that special one.. *hee*.. i've quitted my job from that funan watsons alreadi.. Handling both sch and work can be very damn tiring sumtimes.. worse still, it gave me dark circles around my eyes.. And now, i almost look like that going-to-be-extinct animal, the panda.. i sill remember the joke that my cuzzen had told me long time ago: What is the title of a horror movie, with the combination of "Dark Water", "The Eye", and "The Ring"? The answer: "Dark Eye Ring".. Like, haha.. And yup.. I can be the next lead actress who'll play the ghost..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i went out with him.. *ishk, da pandai berdating2 seh aku.. hahakz*.. Went to Suntec City to watch the "Fun With Dick And Jane" movie.. Even though i had watched that movie wif my cuzzens before, i nevertheless enjoyed watching it for the 2nd time wif him.. hee.. But before watching the movie, we ate our lunch at Siam Kitchen restaurant.. His treat.. heh heh.. I ordered a Tom Yam Soup with Rice Noodle.. and it was like "WOW"! So spicy yet delicious.. Made my eyes watery wif pleasure.. hahakz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching the movie, we juz went window shopping.. Niwaes, we couldn't afford anything in most of the shops at Suntec City.. So expensive.. But then we stopped at this chocolate shop named "The Cocoa Trees".. Wow.. so many chocolates.. And he knew i was drooling over all of them.. I tot of buying only one of this white chocolate bar which cost $4.25.. But then he told me to pick one of those boxes of chocolates for my valentine's day present, as he didn't know wat to give me anyway.. He told me to pick the one that cost $30 and above but $40 and below.. It was so sweet of him.. *sigh.*.. But i insisted to buy only 1 bar.. And then he insisted that i took one box or anything that was inside a case, or tub, or watever.. So, as i didn't want to irritate him or sumting, i took the one which cost almost $22.. Might be that he was not satisfied enough.. So, he juz took this one tub of chocolate sweets that cost $40 (even without asking me whether i wanted it or not) and told the cashier to wrap it up.. I was like, silent with shocked.. (or is it shocked wif silent?? Argh dunno lah).. No one ever gave me that kind of expensive gift before.. even though it was juz a chocolate.. Haiz~.. And one more thing.. he said that he likes to pamper me.. hahahaha..! I've never been pampered before, and it's funny u know.. That's why i juz keep falling deeper in love wif him.. *wink*..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/1600/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/Image001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The Trademark..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/Image006.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nice wrapping.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Luv all the chocos...!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But something spoiled my mood yesterday.. Got this one fren of mine suddenly sms-ed me and asked me out, as she was stress about sumting.. but when i told her that i was out wif him, she was like, sooo mad.. And she tot that as i have a bf now, i didn't even think or care about her.. Wow, that really pissed me off.. Can't describe how piss i am.. if he was not there wif me, i would've shouted "WHAT THE F**K??!!!" so loud that i think all the shoppers would stop shopping for their stuff and stare at me like an idiot.. I mean, i was already outside wif him and suddenly she sms-ed me.. And wat did she expect me to do? Left him stranded at Suntec City, and went out wif her?? I had planned this date wif him one week earlier u know.. and i couldn't possibly juz leave him like dat.. I had try to explain to her dat if i was free yesterday, i would've go out wif her.. I even proposed to go out wif her next week.. But she didn't give a damn.. what the f**k sia~.. Before she stopped sms-ing me, she told me in malay, "Aku tak akan ganggu dlm kebahagiaan kau.." Another "wat-the-f**k" thing.. How dare she misunderstood me.. And i treat her as one of my best fren.. Best frens should trust each other.. But no, she just misunderstood me.. Tot that i change or watever the f**k is.. Her insecurities really makes me go crazy.. This is not the first time she's like this.. Whenever i'm happy, some peepz juz point their fingers at me and tot that i don't care about the world or sumting.. But whenever i'm sad, they juz keep quiet.. don't care if i expire or rot.. like duh~.. Always see people mistake.. but they can't see their own mistakes.. However, i'm glad that i still have frens who know that i'm still the same, even though we haven't keep in touch for a long while.. I'm blessed to have that kind of frenz.. I mean, it's not like as if i've change into a devil after like not keeping in touch wif them for a long time.. Duh~.. Erm sori for my vulgarities.. Can't help it if i'm angry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to my date wif him.. Our last stop was at Lau Pa Sat.. He treated me mutton, chicken and prawn satay.. And honey bbq chicken.. So delicious..!! U should try..!! Then, we went back hm by taxi.. I reached hm at 11 pm.. Then 'kena' scolded wif my mum.. kwang3.. And there goes my saturday.. &lt;/span&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/8781520-113974545519094186?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/113974545519094186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=113974545519094186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/113974545519094186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/113974545519094186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-saturday-date-wif-him-hee.html' title='My SaTuRdAy DaTe WiF hiM.. hee..'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-113290600795273136</id><published>2005-11-25T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T22:36:42.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WoRkiNg DiSaStEr!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Lazy~&lt;br /&gt;Tired~&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy~&lt;br /&gt;Unhappy, but not sad~ (huh?)&lt;br /&gt;Blur like sotong~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;That's how i feel rite now.. Feel like sighing all day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Wonder why i'm so blur nowadays..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;For the last few days, some stupid things had happened to me at work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Last tuesday: Hurt my head 2 times. i) A handfull lot of hardcore cosmetic cases dropped onto me like an avalanche when i was helping my supervisor to put them onto the top shelf for display.. She wanted to push them alltogether to the far end, but it came onto me instead.. jia lat.. ii) Banged my head so hard onto the half-closed store gate.. *Sedap*.. I could even feel the whole earth shook. So surprise that i can still think straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;2) Last Wednesday: Hurt my hands, 2 times also.. duh.. i) Accidentally cut my hand wif.. guess wat?? Wrapping paper!! (Can u believe it..?? Wrapping paper?? Wat the..??). ii) Accidentally touched the very hot hair-curler thing.. (err.. wat is it called??) when trying to test it for one stupid customer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;3) Blur like sotongz. There tis one time, 2 matz came to me and asked me whether there was any Ginvera marvel gel.. So, me, the sotong, thought that it was a hair gel.. So i went to search for it under the Hair Care section.. Then i thought to myself: "Is there any such thing as Ginvera hair gel??". Then i asked them again in stupid english: "Ginvera marvel gel is for face or hair one??" Then one of them answered: "For face.".. Then i paiseh already.. hahakz.. duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what gonna happen at work 2day.. haiz~.. Christmas is coming.. So many promotions coming.. I very blur sia~.. Haiyargh.. I want my old life back..!! ~WAAA!! MUMMY IT'S OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-113290600795273136?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/113290600795273136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=113290600795273136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/113290600795273136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/113290600795273136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2005/11/working-disaster_25.html' title='WoRkiNg DiSaStEr!!!!!'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-113256197454222696</id><published>2005-11-21T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T22:35:15.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm SuPeR fReNa!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haiyargh.. Nowadays i hardly have time to update my blog.. Recently trying to become a wonder woman.. Niwaes i have a part-time job as a sales assistant at Funan Centre's Watson rite now.. Kwang3.. So, my schedule will be like: After sch, go to work from 6pm to 10pm every weekdays (only monday off); do 8 hrs shift every weekends. So i don't really have a free time for myself. Wonder why i was so stupid to make myself sooo damn busy.. Maybe it's bcoz of $$$.. Hahakz.. It's not like as if i'm materialistic or sumting.. Seriously i'm not.. In fact, i'm still using a colourless 2100 nokia hp, and i don't intend to change or buy a new good one- unless my hp breaks into pieces. I just want to be financially-independent *Ceybah!*.. Hahakz.. For once, i don't want to depend on my parents to give me money.. I'm 19 already what.. heh heh.. But unfortunately, i have lesser time to spend with my family and frenz.. Kinda miss my old life.. Serve me rite..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok maybe i'll update some other time.. Goin off.. Ciaoz!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-113256197454222696?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/113256197454222696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=113256197454222696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/113256197454222696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/113256197454222696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-super-frena_21.html' title='I&apos;m SuPeR fReNa!!!'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-113128801010603119</id><published>2005-11-06T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T00:25:10.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*(-_-)* SaDaSs *(-_-)*</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Wonder why i feel like a sadass today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Possible reasons:&lt;br /&gt;- This year's Hari Raya Celebration is no fun at all.&lt;br /&gt;- Tomorrow has start schling again.. Worse still, 2morow's lesson is on that stupid java. Java + Monday = Worse day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;- My bro didn't win that stupid Subaru Car challenge *wakaka* (Niwaes, what does that have to do wif me??).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Yup, that's the only reasons that i can think of (except that the last reason is quite lame.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;This year's Hari Raya Celebration is quite a slack.. Didn't go to visit that many houses. My family and i only went out on the 1st and 2nd day of Hari Raya.. So boring.. Niwaes, i'm 19 and an adult now.. So it's impossible for me to get that many money collections.. heh2.. However, some peeps tot that i'm 15.. duh.. I'm still waiting to go 'jalan raya' with my friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Yesterday, my cuz (jia) and i went to orchard to support my bro and 3 of my cuzzens who took part in the Subaru Car Challenge, which is held in front of Takashimaya Shopping Center until tis wednesday.. For those who don't know what the hell the challenge is all about: The participants have to put their hands on the subaru car.. The one who can hold on to the car longer than the rest will win and get the car. Got it?? Seems quite easy huh.. But actually not lehz.. They only have 5 mins break every 5 or 6 hours.. Unfortunately my bro and 2 of my cuzzs could only make it for one day.. My mom and dad actually went to see my bro juz now in the morning, thinkin that my bro was still holdin on to the car. But, as soon as they reached there, they saw him and one of my cuzz sleeping at the corner, near the staircase of the takashimaya's entrance.. Funny sia~~.. My mom even took some pics of them sleeping (with her camera hp).. Too bad the pics cannot be send to my laptop by infra-red.. Niwaes, only another one of my cuzz is still holding on to the car.. wakaka.. Heard that he actually quit his job juz to participate in this challenge.. Wah lao~.. So, that's why he's like, so0o into winning this challenge.. My mom said that he didn't even look tired, after like, almost 24 hrs holding on to the car.. He can even dance around.. Maybe he's not human.. Niwaes, may the force be wif him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Haiz.. 2morow has start schling again.. No more festive season or watsoever.. haiyargh.. Thinking bout sch always spoils my mood.. haiz.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-113128801010603119?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/113128801010603119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=113128801010603119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/113128801010603119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/113128801010603119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2005/11/sadass.html' title='*(-_-)* SaDaSs *(-_-)*'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-113091881641361581</id><published>2005-11-02T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T00:06:56.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HaRi RaYa EvE..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today is the last day of fasting month.. Meaning that today is Hari Raya Eve..!! Wah.. so fast sia~~.. I didn't feel like as if i've been fasting for 31 days.. Wah.. Nowadays time flies by very very damn freaking fast.. Haiyargh.. The next thing i knoe, i'll be 58 years old.. good..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ok.. i wanna wish all the Muslims 'Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri, Maaf Zahir &amp; Batin!!'..  The one thing i hate bout hari raya eve: i have to help out with the house spring cleaning.. Duh.. Not bcoz i really hate it.. But bcoz sumtimes i have to deal with my mom's hot temper behaviour.. Itu salah, ini salah.. Always wanna be perfect one.. By the way, she had just throw a big plastic-table-cover at me.. Wonder she did that purposely or not.. good.. Why don't she just throw a vase at me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-113091881641361581?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/113091881641361581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=113091881641361581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/113091881641361581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/113091881641361581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2005/11/hari-raya-eve.html' title='HaRi RaYa EvE..'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-113022779649649055</id><published>2005-10-25T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T01:25:43.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My PoEm LeHz..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Long time never update.. Many things had happened.. But too late to update anything from the past now.. Lazy.. So i write a poem instead.. Dunno how to tittle it.. haiz~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Fresh tears sting the eyes..&lt;br /&gt;Slowly falling down to the cheek..&lt;br /&gt;It felt cold when the breeze passed by..&lt;br /&gt;But the only heart is burning..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Surrounded by loneliness and fear..&lt;br /&gt;Like a dark blanket suffocating oneself up..&lt;br /&gt;Crying out loud but no one could hear..&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can be done except to give up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Reaching out for the last try, hands up high..&lt;br /&gt;Waving frantically to anyone who could see..&lt;br /&gt;Pull me up, till I can see the bright sky..&lt;br /&gt;That can shine away the darkness within me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;~ Written by a fake poet from the 21st century, FrEnA..~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/8781520-113022779649649055?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/113022779649649055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=113022779649649055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/113022779649649055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/113022779649649055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-poem-lehz.html' title='My PoEm LeHz..'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-112918879257761290</id><published>2005-10-13T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T00:33:13.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WhEn NaTuRe CaLLs..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm at home rite now.. Trespassing someone's wireless connection muahaha..!! I didn't go to sch today.. Not becoz i want to, but bcoz i have to.. heh2.. Nature calls larz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Actually, juz now in the morning, i was already on my way to sch.. I was in the MRT when suddenly i'd a stomachache and needed to go to the loo desperately.. I thought that maybe i could 'tahan' until i'd reached Redhill.. But who was i kidding?? I couldn't even 'tahan' after i'd reached Lakeside..! So i had no choice but to alight at Jurong East MRT station and went to the toilet downstairs.. In the end, i decided not to go to sch bcoz i was freaking late already.. If i went to sch, my attendance would've been 'partial'. So, i would 'die2' get a C for my daily grade one.. Worse still, i had Java lesson today.. I really appreciate that my stomach gave me problem at the rite time.. Save me from being lost in the world of Java.. So conclusion: Better go home and sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-112918879257761290?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/112918879257761290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=112918879257761290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/112918879257761290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/112918879257761290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2005/10/when-nature-calls.html' title='WhEn NaTuRe CaLLs..'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-112905188262864662</id><published>2005-10-11T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T10:31:22.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EaT LiKe ThErE's No 2mOrRoW.. HaHa..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm very tired.. sleepy.. and very full.. Ate too much.. haiz.. Juz went back from orchard.. Nazira and i went to 3 places to break our fast!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Burger king at far east plaza. Ate a BBQ turkey bacon burger meal (which include the fries and a small coke drink larz). Nazira even worse sia~ haha.. She ate a mushroom burger meal.. And another burger.. ermm forgotten what burger it was lehz heh2..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) I decided that we eat instant noodle at the new 7-11 stall nearby for our 2nd round haha.. Luckily the store provides the customers with tables and chairs so that they can sit and eat their foods.. Very convenient.. I bought a tom yam noodle.. Delicious, even though it contaminated my stomach..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) Went to Swensen for dessert.. wonder what's wrong with us.. Dunno why so hungry and 'gelojoh' juz now.. wahaha..! We ordered an ice-cream named 'Frost Chocolate Malt'.. Or is it 'Frost Malt Chocolate'?? Or is it 'Chocolate Frost Malt'??? Haiyargh.. I've forgot bout the sequence of the ice-cream name lehz.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yup, that's all that we can eat.. After eating, we were acting like as if we were drunk sia~ haha.. Very blur *(O.o)*.. Becoz we were too full to act normal..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-112905188262864662?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/112905188262864662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=112905188262864662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/112905188262864662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/112905188262864662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2005/10/eat-like-theres-no-2morrow-haha.html' title='EaT LiKe ThErE&apos;s No 2mOrRoW.. HaHa..'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-112893176844878649</id><published>2005-10-10T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T01:09:28.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ScH SuX..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;One day at school is already very exhausting for me.. It never used to be like this during last semester.. Wonder why *scratch my head*.. And i know that it's not bcoz that it's fasting month already or whatsoever.. I think that i'm already ssooo sick and tired of going to sch.. Knowing that i sux at presentations and won't get good grades one.. Last week- the first week of my 2nd semester- had been a long week for me.. The weekends seemed to take a very long time to come.. And i'm kinda piss that the weekends pass by so quickly.. haiyargh..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*Sigh*.. actually i dunno what to update for today's post.. Nothing interesting has happen recently.. Except that the president is going to visit my sch 2morrow afternoon.. Dunno for what reason.. If i'm the president, i'm not goin to visit my sch.. Hmph.. My sch has prepared for the visit by putting alot of flower pots at the foyer.. Duh.. Can't they put something more interesting than flower pots everywhere..??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ok.. i think that i've nothing to write about rite now.. Going off now.. bye..! And to all muslims: SLAMAT BERBUKA PUASA!! Bye again!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-112893176844878649?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/112893176844878649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=112893176844878649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/112893176844878649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/112893176844878649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2005/10/sch-sux.html' title='ScH SuX..'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-112841494141839411</id><published>2005-10-04T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T01:35:41.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SLeEpY.. TiReD..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today is my 2nd day of my 2nd semester of my 2nd year in sch.. *(O.o)* I came late to sch today.. Feel very sleepy rite now.. I rather stay at home and sleep.. Can't take it anymore.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today's lesson is on 'System Analysis and Design'.. Sounds interesting.. But, guess what?? NOT! I was trying to read the resources on the internet juz now.. But most of the time, i was staring at the laptop screen.. scrolling the page up and down until my eyes were crossed.. That's how sux sch can be sumtimes..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But i hate working as a telemarketer more than schooling.. Sux big time!! Yesterday was my first day of my 'on-job' training.. We, the trainees, had to call up different kinds of peepz to promote our products.. And it was horrible.. well, horrible for me.. Really.. Mcm2 karenah ar org2 ni..!! Some of them were kinda rude.. And i didn't make any sales yesterday.. Spend 3 hours in the office for nothing.. As i'm the impatient kinda gerl, i tend to give up easily.. And i'd planned not to come to work today.. I cannot stand another day there.. Serious.. I cannot even talk properly.. duh.. But nazira told me not to give up.. But sorry.. I think, after a week or so - or less than a week (!) - i'm gonna quit.. I don't care..!! HMPH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-112841494141839411?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/112841494141839411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=112841494141839411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/112841494141839411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/112841494141839411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2005/10/sleepy-tired.html' title='SLeEpY.. TiReD..'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-112810438726526361</id><published>2005-10-01T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T11:19:47.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AsKiNg FoR tRoUbLe..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1 more day.. another one more day until sch reopens.. Haiz.. WHY????????????????? Wonder who'll be my new classmates.. i'm hoping like mad that somebody i know will be in the same class as me.. And another 2 more days to RAMADHAN.. heh heh heh..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Okay.. latest news about me:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1) I'd quit my job last monday.. The 'promoting-health-products' job.. Finally GAVE UP.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2) I've got a new job.. Telemarketing. Wonder what's wrong wif me.. always taking a marketing-base job.. Asking for trouble heh heh..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason i quit my previous job: Cannot 'tahan' already larz.. not bcoz of the job (i hadn't even started yet, but i'd decided to quit.. wakaka..), but becoz i couldn't stand the stress and pressure of arguing with my parents bout the job.. i juz don't feel great doing a job that my parents don't approve.. it's like as if i'm doing sumting illegal.. But whatever it is, i understand that they're juz concern bout me.. don't want me to get into trouble in the future.. haiz.. But still, i really hope that they'll listen to me for once in a while in the future.. And stop acting like as if they know it all.. heh heh.. And for my frens who had voiced out their advices and concerns towards me after reading my previous post, i really appreciate it.. You guys rock!! hehe..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Rite now, i've got a new job.. again.. Telemarketing.. Marketing-base job again.. And my pay will only base on comission.. haiz.. ASKING FOR TROUBLE.. i haven't even tell my mom that i'm doin tis job.. Seriously, i don't wanna know what she's goin to say.. But i've told my father, and he seems to approve a lil bit on what i'm doing.. FINALLY.. I'm goin to start working next monday.. Every weekdays: 7pm - 10pm.. Sat: 11am - 6pm.. Kwang3.. Actually, i've no confidence to do tis job.. But it won't hurt to try for a while and gain some experience, rite?? Whatever it is, i hope that i'll be doing fine, and won't make a complete fool of myself.. Sick and tired of always being a fool you know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-112810438726526361?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/112810438726526361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=112810438726526361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/112810438726526361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/112810438726526361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2005/10/asking-for-trouble.html' title='AsKiNg FoR tRoUbLe..'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-112741142355645288</id><published>2005-09-22T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T11:43:40.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WhY cAn'T sHe JuZ LiStEn????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm tired of being what you want me to be..&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so faithless..&lt;br /&gt;Lost under the surface..&lt;br /&gt;Dunno what you're expecting of me..&lt;br /&gt;Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every step that i take is another mistake to you..&lt;br /&gt;And every second i breath is more than i can take..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've become so numb, I can't feel you there..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've become so tired, so much more aware..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm becoming this all I want to do..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is be more like me and be less like you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Feeling so damn low rite now.. Feel like typing the 'F' word so many times until i can't type anymore.. Why can't SHE juz listen to me for once, and stop making stupid, wrong assumptions about the whole thing?????? I hate it..!!! Who does SHE think i am?? A stupid moron??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SHE hate it. SHE dislikes me doing tis whole marketing/promoting health products job.. SHE thinks that tis job is the same as other typical sales and marketing job.. And i have no chance to make HER understand what i'm actually doing. WHY??? Becoz SHE hardly listens to me.. But, what the hell, SHE listens to other people.. Oh yeah, i forgot.. Now i know that the "other people's" opinions are more important, reasonable and logical to HER than mine.. To HER, it's no use listening to me.. Becoz my opinions are all pointless, rite???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Honestly saying, i thought that tis job is also the same as any other typical sales and marketing job at first.. I even thought of backing out.. But now, after going through talks and training from the company, my perception bout tis job has changed.. And i really mean it.. In fact, i think that tis job is unique.. Very different.. And i'm glad to give it a try.. Today, i came home from the office feeling quite certain and confident about the whole thing.. I had a motivation talk with the company's consultant and Business Manager (BM) juz now, and they said that i can achieve if i ever work hard for it.. See?? They believe that i can make it.. And i felt quite touch.. But all the confident feelings has faded away now.. Thanks to HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've already told my BM that SHE didn't like what i'm doing.. And he's being very nice to come to my house tomorrow afternoon to explain to HER bout what i'm actually doing for the job. He told me to tell HER to make HERSELF free at 6 pm. So, after i'd reached home today, i told HER that my 'colleague' is going to meet HER tomorrow (the BM said that it's better to address him as a 'colleague' rather than a 'manager', to HER. I'm still wondering why..). But before i could say anything more useful to HER, you know wat SHE said?? "Apsal?? Dia nak convince products dia kat mama ke?? Mama tak interested!" (Meaning: SHE thought that my BM wanted to convince HER bout the products and actually wanted HER to buy it.. like, DUH!) I was sooo taken aback.. so mad.. i think that at any moment i would explode into tiny pieces!! See what i mean about HER never listen to me? Ever?? I hadn't even completed what i was about to say, and SHE interuppted me juz like that. SHE said (with a tone that i really damn hate the most) that SHE'S going to the hospital tomorrow and SHE can't make it.. I don't care if SHE cannot make it.. But the fact that SHE was doubting my BM- and thought that he was actually wanted to sell HER the products- was juz too much.. All he wants to do is to explain to HER about the RIGHT thing of what i'm actually doing.. But HAR. HAR. HAR. SHE don't even want to give it a chance. And continue making wrong assumption bout my job.. And that's it.. SHE'S not going to approve what i'm doing.. Great.. So great that i feel like hitting my head on the wall rite now. Does anyone ever listens anymore???????????????????????????? Seriously.. i almost feel like crying now.. in fact, i'm crying rite now.. coz i'm so angry that i dunno wat to do except to cry.. Yeah2.. i'm such a baby.. whatever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHE, HER = MY MOTHER.. Never want to listen to my side of saying.. Wonder if things gonna be worse than this. I'm so glad that i'm going for a holiday at KL with my aunt tomorrow nite.. Juz wanna get away from all this mess.. From HER.. I'm coming back on Sunday nite.. If only i could juz migrate there.. haiz..&lt;/strong&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/8781520-112741142355645288?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/112741142355645288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=112741142355645288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/112741142355645288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/112741142355645288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2005/09/why-cant-she-juz-listen.html' title='WhY cAn&apos;T sHe JuZ LiStEn????'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-112714451364871875</id><published>2005-09-18T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T08:41:56.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BuSiNeSs?? FoRgEt iT..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What happen if u're in a situation that u don't even want to be in at all??? Haiz.. today i can't believe wat i've gotten myself into.. I used to say that i hate doing BUSINESS or anything that related to business (marketing and blahz blahz).. Coz it's juz not my type of job.. i've no confidence, and i hate taking risk.. Yupz, now u all know that i'm such a coward.. But wat the hell.. No use taking it all back rite now.. Suddenly, today, i've become a part of a company, going to do some sort of marketing/promoting-health-products job.. I've forgotten wat's the company's name.. But i know that the short form of the name is V.E. I cannot explain further bout the company and their products bcoz i've promised the Business Manager (BM) not to tell anything to anyone, unless until after i finish my training. Hidayah (my sec sch fren) is the one who recommended tis job to me.. At first, she said that we were juz going for a talk wif the BM about an entrepreneurship thingy or sumting.. But i never expect that it turned out to be an interview as well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that i hate: 'Offices'. I hate offices.. Can't stand the pressure of being in an office. The scenery.. the scent.. makes me wanna puke.. Makes me feel nauseous.. In fact, i almost puked in the toilet before going into the office juz now.. The pressure had already set in even before i stepped my foot there.. Luckily i'm in control of myself. I don't wanna look like a fool, puking all over the place.. I was even more nervous when meeting wif the BM.. Fortunately, i didn't stop breathing or sumting wakaka.. But thank god he is frenly.. Then, he was talking business wif me.. And i was like, "HUH???"- wif capital letters and many question marks.. I was so blur that i behaved like a klutz juz now (Is..!! It's my turn being a klutz!!).. I couldn't even answer some simple questions properly.. Duh.. Actually i didn't even think of joining the company to promote their products at first.. But then after the talk cum interview, he told me to give some possible reasons to why i think that i shouldn't join the company.. Then i answered honestly that i am not that confident and i have no experience in business studies whatsoever.. But he didn't take that as good reasons.. So he 'suddenly' welcome me as a part of the company.. I was very surprised indeed.. Big exclamation marks flew above my head.. Zoom! I'm still quite nervous now.. i wonder if i can do tis job.. i still have no confidence in myself.. Afraid that i'll screw everything up.. haiz.. My training session will be on tis tuesday.. Gd luck to me then.. haiz..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-112714451364871875?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/112714451364871875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=112714451364871875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/112714451364871875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/112714451364871875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2005/09/business-forget-it.html' title='BuSiNeSs?? FoRgEt iT..'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-112629205793678925</id><published>2005-09-10T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T21:19:48.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HoLiDaY bEgiNs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's 1 am in the morning and everyone is sleeping (cept' for my bro who has the cheek to go to Johor (without my parent consent) at tis hour juz to go to one of the petrol station there and fill up his motorbike.. Aren't there any petrol stations in S'pore anymore??). I juz don feel like sleeping.. And updating my blog at tis point of time seems like such a 'good' idea at the moment.. My first week of holiday: Sux.. But at least i prefer to rot at home rather than having to go to sch and getting all Cs for my grade juz bcoz i don't talk much during presentations.. But honestly though, i like my previous class.. Not serious at all, love making jokes.. Haiz.. Unfortunately, we have to change classes next semester.. And the thought of it really makes me quite sad.. I have to start all over again.. need to introduce myself to my new classmates once again.. i wonder if they're as nice as my ex-classmates.. Changing classes really sux man.. Sux to the power of infinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't really do anything much for this holiday.. I've been lazing around at home like a gerl without a life.. To top it off, i've a maid now.. During my previous holidays, i was the one who usually did the housework at home.. But now, i'm as lazy as a pig since there's someone to do the housework for me heh heh heh.. Someone need to knock my head countless of times and shout in my ear with a megaphone that i need to 'GET A LIFE PLEASE'..!! Anyone care to do that for me?? I'll be thanking you for the next 70 years..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The only interesting thing that i do is reading novels.. Yup.. rite now i'm more interested with the non-fiction life rather than my own.. I was quite emotional for the past few days, but i don't really know what's the cause of it.. Maybe part of it was bcoz i was juz kinda piss off with one of my fren.. Last week, she sms-ed me and told me that i had change.. she thought that i was trying to avoid her, and that i was afraid to deal with her and her problems.. that time i was quite in a bad mood, so i went off saying "WTF is she talking about?????".. We've not been contacting with each other for quite some time, and now she's imagining things.. then recently, i tried to sms her, but she didn't even reply.. I don't really mind if she replied 2 or 3 days later.. But it seems like she don't even want to reply at all.. That had really set me off.. But now, i told myself that i had at least tried to contact her.. And if she still wants to go off this way, than that's her problem anyway.. If only i could solve my problems like solving jigsaw puzzles.. Talking bout jigsaw puzzles, i bought a 1000 pieces jigsaw puzzle at the night market near the Boon Lay MRT station.. Very cheap, $4 only.. Dunno why i'm suddenly so interested with it, when the actual fact is that i used to hate playing jigsaw puzzles when i was a kid.. Coz it used to give me headache haha.. But now, i liked the challenge in solving 1000 pieces jigsaw puzzles.. Bet it's much easier than solving all my stupid problems.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now i'm wondering whether i should take a part time job during tis holiday or not.. i have 4 weeks of free time, and i don't want it to go damn wasted.. But i hate going for interviews.. I still remember during my previous holiday, Nazira and i went to tis agency for interview, and we actually had to pay $2 for the registration fee!!! WTF?? In the end, we got nothing.. Rite now i'm hoping for the 'selling mooncakes' job in a hotel restaurant which is recommended by nazira's fren.. Juz now she sms-ed me the details (the attires) for working in the hotel, and i panicked when i read, "provide ur own pantyhose"!! I was thinking, "How am i supposed to wear panty hose with my scarf on!!".. I quickly asked nazira, and luckily she said that it was actually nothing.. FUH.. I cannot even imagine myself wearing a pantyhose.. wahaha..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-112629205793678925?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/112629205793678925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=112629205793678925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/112629205793678925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/112629205793678925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2005/09/holiday-begins.html' title='HoLiDaY bEgiNs'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-112563727679775541</id><published>2005-09-02T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T22:13:16.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PaThEtiC..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Pathetic.. that's the word to describe my day today.. Today is my last day of lesson for my 2nd year semester 1.. Worse still, today's lesson is java programming.. That's why only 6 peepz (out of 20) came, including me.. Dunno why i even bother to come today.. We have tried to negotiate wif our faci to release us earlier, but she won't relent.. And she even want us to do our work.. Each of us need to contribute.. And i dunno what to contribute, as i'm really sucks at java.. The guys didn't do anything.. They played game, and finally decided to 'cabot', juz before the 3rd meeting starts.. Now left only me, shui min and jennifer in class.. Great.. And now we are waiting for our 3rd meeting to start.. unenthusiastically..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Need to go off now.. Gonna start my 3rd meeting.. And we didn't even do anything for our presentation.. Such 'hardworking' people we can be sumtimes.. After school, i'm goin to the hospital to visit my cousin who has a high fever.. Evn worse still, she is warded in an isolation room.. so poor thing.. Bad things sumtimes happen to good people.. Hope she'll recover soon and get on with her cheerful life.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-112563727679775541?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/112563727679775541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=112563727679775541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/112563727679775541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/112563727679775541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2005/09/pathetic.html' title='PaThEtiC..'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-112554067451424674</id><published>2005-08-31T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T19:11:14.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HaPpY TeAcHeRs' DaY..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ouch.. having a splitting headache rite now.. haiz.. 2morow will be 1st of September.. So, "Happy Teachers' Day" to all teachers!! I went to my ex-sec sch in the morning today.. Met up with Isnarti at ard 9.30 am at the bus stop near the sch.. When we almost reached the canteen, Is accidentally bumped into her ex-boyfren haha.. Then we decided to take the long-cut way towards the canteen.. kwang3.. We sat at the furthest corner of the canteen, observing the other ex-JVS peepz who  came back for some kind of reunion with their frens.. Almost everyone has change.. Some even dressed as if they were models or sumting.. duh~.. But most came with their sch uniform (mainly those who study in JCs and ITEs).. We thought that we couldn't watch the concert.. But the teachers were so clever to put a projector screen in the canteen, so that we could watch the concert from the screen there.. Nothing great bout the concert.. Getting boring and boring each and every year.. There were less dancing, but more band jamming this year.. Some of the "band" played some of my favourite songs.. Or more likely, destroying my favourite songs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting sick and tired from watching the concert, we decided to eat for our lunch.. I'm quite glad that the stall aunties can still recognise me haha.. Then in the mid of the day, we saw more ex-JVSian coming in.. I'm quite shock to see the guy (that used to be my fren- not exactly fren, but juz a classmate cum fren thing- and used to be one of my crush when i was in sec 3) even bother to come.. He changed his hairstyle into a punk mohawk kinda thing.. To be honest, it looks horrible! I almost spat out my hor fun noodle from inside my mouth at the first sight of him.. Anyway, i tried hard not to look or smile (or whatever shit) at him, bcoz i knew that he wouldn't acknowledge me anyway.. He had stopped talking to me ever since we were in sec 3.. Dunno wat's his problem anyway.. But i was quite self-conscious when we passed by each other hahakz.. Bet he wouldn't care anyway.. duh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after the concert ended, we, and our other fren, fizah, went to meet our ex-teachers.. At first we met up with my fav maths teacher, Mr Ng. He used to call me his 'daughter' when he taught me during my sec 5 year.. haha.. From his face, i knew that he recognised me, but he forgot my name.. Same to my fav science teacher, Miss Wong.. Maybe i should change my name or sumting.. I'm really satisfied that i could meet all my ex-subject teachers today.. Glad that we could talk for a while (as we didn't get the chance to talk to them last year).. haiz.. Then it was time for us to go off.. When i took the last look at the sch, all the memories came rushing back to me.. Suddenly i felt very sentimental.. How i wish things would be the same.. But life goes on.. What really makes me quite sad today was that most of my frens/ ex-classmates didn't come today.. I heard that one of my fren could actually come, but she chose to go out wif her boyfren.. I was stunned! Was it that painful to meet us, her frens, for once in a while??? It actually piss me off if one of my fren think that her boyfren is MORE IMPORTANT than her frens.. Whatever it is, i cannot talk much.. I juz hope that i won't be like that in the future.. that is, if i really have a boyfren in the future.. duh.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-112554067451424674?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/112554067451424674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=112554067451424674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/112554067451424674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/112554067451424674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-teachers-day.html' title='HaPpY TeAcHeRs&apos; DaY..'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-112554051638782066</id><published>2005-08-30T21:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T19:08:36.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~BoRiNg~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorow is teacher's day celebration.. I've planned wif Is to go to our ex-sec sch 2morow morning at around 9 am.. But the saddest part was that most of my sec sch frens won't be there.. Dunno where they've gone missing.. Now it's too late to call everyone to come.. i don't even think that they want to come.. haiz.. Mendak seh.. Ever since they 'kena' kicked out from watching the teacher's day concert by the discipline mistress (as some other guys were making alot of noise outside the hall), they vowed not to come to JVS for the rest of their life haha.. haiz.. Whatever it is, Is and i planned to eat the food in the sch canteen only, and go off juz like that.. hahakz.. kwang3.. Wonder if my ex-sec sch teachers still remember me or not.. I haven't change that much aniway, except that i look more chubby than last time.. haha.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wao.. i happened to watch an advertisement on tv juz now.. with JON JOHNSON in it!! Fiwitt..! For those who don't know who the hell he is (well, shame on you then haha!), he was the winner of the reality tv show competition, 'Manhunt: The Search For America's Most Gorgeous Model'.. He is sooo handsome sia~.. Almost feel like melting whenever i saw his face on TV.. So cute, so handsome, so gorgeous.. OMG.. i think that i'm going starstruck.. haiz.. It's unfair that the fat women from the local reality tv show 'Villa Wellness' got to have him as a guest star.. And even got to kiss him!! *Hmph* haha.. Well it's not like i'm dreaming to kiss him anyway haha.. *Slap*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/photoshoot_pic_ep6_51.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;That's Jon Johnson!! Love tis pic of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Niwaes got to go now.. Wanna watch my CSI!! Too bad that my mum is watching the 'Sembilu' drama at the living room.. So i need to watch tv iniside her room.. Duh~ Wokey Ciaoz!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-112554051638782066?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/112554051638782066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=112554051638782066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/112554051638782066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/112554051638782066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2005/08/boring_30.html' title='~BoRiNg~'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-112494676307905554</id><published>2005-08-25T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T23:45:16.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TriP tO FLEXTRONICS aNd DESARU FRUIT FARM!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Updating my trip to the 'FLEXTRONICS' and 'DESARU FRUIT FARM' at Johor Baru yesterday (For 2nd year SIT student only). We met the in-charges at ard 7.30 am at Kranji MRT station. We were supposed to start our journey ard 7.30 am.. But as some of the peepz were late, we went off at ard 7.50 am. We had a bus transport, named 'LOTTE'.. Dunno wat that word suppose to mean.. haha.. Below are some of the pics that our "professional", (EHEM..) Nazira, took throughout the trip. Overall the trip was FUN!!!!! **Laugh so much sia~, until now cannot laugh already *Cough**.... The photos.. JeNg JeNg JeNg..:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/IMG_91092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The first pic to be taken.. *KoReK tELiNgA pE aYu?? Wahaha..!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/IMG_9113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ThE 'eXciTeD' fAcEs .. hahakz!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/IMG_9117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Now i know what Nazira exactly meant by 'hating the side view of her face..' I also hate mine.. LoOk VeRy cHuBbY.. EEEE...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/IMG_9118%20edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Okey.. That's more like it heh heh...!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/IMG_9120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I took tis pic.. Almost perfect (The pic, not the person.. wahaha..!), but the stupid bus suddenly moved.. making the pic look blur.. haiyargh..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/IMG_9125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah..!! We reached the Woodlands Checkpoint!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/IMG_9129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Walking towards the checkpoint.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/IMG_9130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next stop.. JOHOR BARU!! WoO hOo..!! *McM fiRsT tiMe PeGi JoHoR giTu HaHa!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/IMG_9131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Causeway river.. err.. sea.. Nice scenery, but the chair was blocking the whole view!! *HmPh*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/IMG_9133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'WeLcOmE tO MaLaYsiA' signboard. Unfortunately there's a road construction everywhere.. Looks very 'Un-welcoming'.. hahakz!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/IMG_9134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guiness World record: The smallest bubblegum that can ever be blown by me! FUYOOO.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/IMG_9136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's the 'FLEXTRONICS' manufacturing company building. That's our 1st visit of the day. Too bad that we couldn't bring our cameras along when we were touring inside the building, as it was for security purpose or sumting (as if we're goin to knock someone dead with a digital cam). We learned bout their manufacturing process, the products that they make and yada yada.. We even got to see their plant (not as in the leaves and trees 'plant', but their whole factory structure and how the peepz work). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/IMG_9137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 'far' view of the 'FLEXTRONICS' building.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/IMG_9138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heading to 'Desaru Fruit Farm'.. WoOhOo! The 'excited' faces again.. hahakz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/IMG_9141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nazira have to tilt my head so that i could pose like tis.. hahakz!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/IMG_9142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah! We reached the farm (p/s: Take not that the white figure is not a ghost, but it's ayu's head haha..)!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/IMG_9144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The guy who was pointing upwards with his eyes closed is the farmer cum farm tour guide. Wonder if he was too sleepy for the job, or maybe he was juz too engrossed in explaining bout the fruits to us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/IMG_9145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was the ostrich doin in the fruit farm?? Since when an ostrich become a type of fruit??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/IMG_9146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The biggest fruit of all the fruities.. *Drum roll* JaCkFrUiT!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/IMG_9153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dunno what's that fruit.. Maybe it's aloe vera or somethin.. But it looks more like the medusa's head.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/IMG_9154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's the banana... If anybody dunno what a banana is, then maybe u can raise up ur hand, and i'll come to u and knock ur head countless time till u remember what it is.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/IMG_9147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's a 'Buah Naga'.. In English it is called 'Dragon fruit'. Wonder what makes it look like a dragon.. Maybe it gives out fire or sumting..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/IMG_91611.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dunno what kind of fruit that supposed to be.. But looking at this thing send a chill down my back.. hahakz!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/IMG_9164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love tis pond!! Quite beautiful wif the bridge and hungry fishes and all..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/IMG_9184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's what i meant bout the 'hungry fishes'.. Once their food was thrown into the water, they battled with each other for it.. looks as if they had not eaten for thousand of years.. Ishk3..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/IMG_9193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Posing on the bridge.. At first i was afraid to step on the bridge.. Scared that it might fall off sia~.. hahakz!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/IMG_9199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ishk..! Budak mentel2 ni.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/IMG_9203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last shot before we went off from the fruit farm..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/IMG_9206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wokey..! ByE bYe FrUiT fArM!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/IMG_9226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next stop: Went to tis Seafood Coffeshop for dinner (the foods were not that delicious actually.. haha)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/IMG_9230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Trying to kill the crabs..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/IMG_9233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After dinner, we went to watch the sunset at the sea jetty nearby.. *Sigh* What a beautiful sunset..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/IMG_9244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trying to pose with the sunset behind, but the sky was getting darker and darker every minute.. haiyargh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/IMG_9261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Take more pics in the bus before heading home (Nothin oozed out from my ear.. it's juz my earphone actually hahakz!).. Actually we went for a 20 min shopping spree at the 'Carrefour' hypermarket before heading home. 20 min is not a good timing for me to shop.. So i juz bought few stuffs only.. So sad..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/IMG_9263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Getting our things ready for the checkpoint.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/IMG_9280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG!!! An illegal immigrant had been spotted by the police!! *hahakz*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6333/612/320/IMG_9265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally can sleep soundly in the bus... ZzZzZzZ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's all for the trip.. Actuallt there're many picz that we have taken, but i cannot possibly upload every picz.. quite tiring sia~ haha.. Hope ya'll enjoy the pics and all..!! Ciaoz!&lt;/strong&gt;&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/8781520-112494676307905554?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/112494676307905554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=112494676307905554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/112494676307905554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/112494676307905554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2005/08/trip-to-flextronics-and-desaru-fruit.html' title='TriP tO FLEXTRONICS aNd DESARU FRUIT FARM!!'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-112469931194629636</id><published>2005-08-22T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T01:38:14.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCKERIZED!! I'VE BEEN FOOLED!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;FUCK!! (Sori bout my bad manners, but i'm really so ANGRY to bitz!!). Juz found out that i've been fooled!! By whom?? By a guy of course!! I hate it when peepz fool me for no reason, especially guys!! STOOPID!! I donno who is the stupid one- me or him?? It's a small matter.. but still, i hate to be fool by someone who don't really know me! what's his motive anyway?? Here i am, trying my best not to hate guys soo much like i used to be.. and there he was, fooling the shit out of me!! ARRGGHH!! Damn.. i'm gonna explode! Worse still, i even tot that he was good-looking! In that case i'm the stoopid one!! How could i have forgotten that some "good-looking" malay guys are jerks (i said some, not all.. plz)!!!!!!!!!!!! I may look very innocent at times.. BUT PLZ, DON' THINK THAT I'M STOOPID!! Luckily i found out bout his true colours fast enuf.. He might be happy to fool gerls like me.. But guess what.. i'm not the kind of gerl to be mess around wif.. He'll get what he deserves.. that farking asshole!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-112469931194629636?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/112469931194629636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=112469931194629636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/112469931194629636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/112469931194629636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2005/08/fuckerized-ive-been-fooled.html' title='FUCKERIZED!! I&apos;VE BEEN FOOLED!!'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-112468064647803584</id><published>2005-08-22T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T20:17:26.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ThErE gOeS mY wEeKeNdS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kreekk krrookk..&lt;/em&gt; my stomach's growling.. it's only early in the mornin.. But here i am, hugry to bitz! I bring 2 big bbq chicken pao for my lunch.. no breakfast.. trying to save money lehzz.. and also trying to control my weight haha.. don wanna grow F.A.T in the future.. kwang3..&lt;br /&gt;Juz finished taking my database UT.. No comment.. i thought that today's UT was on java.. so stupid of me to revise java the whole night yesterday. Waste my energy only.. But luckily i had sum time to revise on my database before the UT started, as i came to sch early today heh heh.. Nazira's father sent me to sch.. that's why i'm early.. if not, i'll be late as usual.. kwang3..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Updating my weekends:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Saturday: Nothin interesting actually.. Went to religious class in the afternoon from 2pm to 4pm, then went to west coast hawker centre for dinner wif my family.. Out of all places, i met my sec sch art teacher there.. Quite glad that she still remember me.. haha i still remember that she used to call me &lt;em&gt;'sotong'&lt;/em&gt;.. not only bcoz i'm blur, but also bcoz i drew an octopus on my batik piece for my art 'O' level coursework haha.. Before she went home, she came up to me and asked me what i'm doing now.. i told her that i'm takin IT course in RP.. And she replied, "That's nice!".. I juz smiled, trying so hard not to roll my eyes and said "yeahhh ritee.. what's so nice bout RP aniwae??".. When in fact i'm almost suffering from a major mental breakdown studying there heh heh.. ok back to story.. Then after that, my family and i went to &lt;em&gt;'kenduri'&lt;/em&gt; (some sort of religious ceremony) at my grandmother's/ex-nanny's house.. Got to eat my grandma's delicious chicken rice woo hoo! Then after that i had to go for my religious-class-committee meeting.. long time never attend for the meeting.. as usual i was the quiet one wif no ideas or any discussions at all.. they had so many ideas and activities for our peepz, and they kept making wild and funny jokes during the discussion.. i almost vomitted for laughing too much! And there goes my saturday. Conclusion: quite a religious-ly day wahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sunday: Even more boring than saturday.. At first i thought of going out somewhere.. maybe go to the library or wherever interesting.. But it was raining heavily throughout the morning and afternoon.. this kind of weather always made me sleepy and lazy to go anywhere.. quite troublesome to go out when it's raining.. no point bringing an umbrella along.. i would end up wet as usual.. So i stayed at home, watched tv until my eyes were crossed.. watched too many tamil movies wakaka!! (Nazira ko jgn ckp aku mamak!!). There goes my sunday...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-112468064647803584?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/112468064647803584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=112468064647803584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/112468064647803584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/112468064647803584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2005/08/there-goes-my-weekends.html' title='ThErE gOeS mY wEeKeNdS...'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-112434147544105962</id><published>2005-08-18T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T01:44:50.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RaiNy DaY..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rain Rain, go away, come again another day.. Yupz.. it's raining today.. Good to sleep at home in this kind of weather.. Unfortunately, i have to go to sch.. Haiz.. Wake up early today, at ard 6 am.. Thought of comin to sch early.. For once i don't want to be late hahakz.. But in the end, i still come late lehz.. What the heckz.. Forget to bring my umbrella.. another bad habit of mine.. in the mid of my journey to sch, it started to rain.. Luckily Nazira bring her umbrella.. But also no use larz haha.. Juz now, after we got off the MRT station, we shared the umbrella and crossed the road towards the bus stop (didn't walk to sch as it was rainin).. But as the wind was very strong, and as nazira's umbrella was not so strong (lembik mcm tuan nyer jgak wakaka!), it was blown upwards! Very funny sia~.. We laughed our heads off.. hahakz! Then we had to wait for the bus.. it took forever to come. The bus finally came 20 mins later, but we couldn't get in as there were too many peepz already.. so much for waitin like an idiot.. at last, we decided to walk to sch, as we thought that the rain has lighten up a bit.. after walking halfway towards sch, it started to rain heavily again.. duh.. Nazira's umbrella couldn't shelter me completely, so i was half dry, half wet.. So pathetic.. Finally reached my classroom ard 8.54 am. Conclusion: I came to sch late.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today's module is web multimedia.. most of my classmates were slacking.. Some play games, some update their blog (including me), some even sleep.. Haiz.. YaWn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I really hate tis one guy.. i dunno why.. i think that he tries to avoid me.. I dunno if it's true.. i juz feel like it.. if it's really true that he is tryin to avoid me, then juz let him be.. So farking childish. No time to stress over it. Duh. Asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-112434147544105962?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/112434147544105962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=112434147544105962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/112434147544105962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/112434147544105962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2005/08/rainy-day.html' title='RaiNy DaY..'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-112434630059671760</id><published>2005-08-17T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T23:25:00.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/105/7421/320/IMG_8897.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/105/7421/200/IMG_8897.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute!! &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-112434630059671760?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/112434630059671760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=112434630059671760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/112434630059671760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/112434630059671760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-112434600916740400</id><published>2005-08-17T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T23:20:09.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/105/7421/320/edited.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/105/7421/200/edited.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long never post the pics.. So i start wif the pic of me n my spoilt-brat baby sis heh heh&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-112434600916740400?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/112434600916740400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=112434600916740400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/112434600916740400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/112434600916740400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-long-never-post-pics.html' title=''/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-112418119146860183</id><published>2005-08-16T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T01:33:11.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DaTaBaSe SuX..!! *(&gt;.&lt;)*</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I have to update this fast.. My lesson will start in another 20 mins time.. Haiz.. Today's module is Database system.. Sux.. I hate it.. Can't make it.. My daily grades for tis damn module is all C's, and only 2 B's..  If i have to choose, i prefer java more than database.. BoRiNg!! *(&gt;.&lt;)*.. Can't wait for the semester holiday to come.. Only 2 weeks to go.. WoO hOo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm fasting today.. Not bcoz that it's already fasting month.. I have to pay back for the days that i missed my fast during the last year's fasting month. Err.. understand what i'm tryin to say?? Well nvm.. Glad that i'm not that hungry now.. Funny.. i used to be very hungry if i didn't eat anything.. Maybe that's what so special bout fasting.. I can also lose some weight hee~.  I have gained 2 kg recently.. Dunno why i have such big appetite nowadays.. haiz.. Must control before i actually turn F.A.T!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Tomorrow is my free day.. atually i'm not schooling every wednesday, as i only have 4 lessons in a week. Dunno if i have to take care of my spoilt-brat baby sis 2morow or not.. Hope not.. I want to watch movie!! But there are so many good movies to watch, and i don't know which one to choose..! PLUS, i'm short of money heh heh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ok got to go.. Actually want to update bout more things but my lesson is startin.. YaWn.. CiAoZ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781520-112418119146860183?l=frena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/feeds/112418119146860183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781520&amp;postID=112418119146860183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/112418119146860183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781520/posts/default/112418119146860183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frena.blogspot.com/2005/08/database-sux.html' title='DaTaBaSe SuX..!! *(&gt;.&lt;)*'/><author><name>NuR FaRiHaNa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14833964304589884558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781520.post-112407036021367804</id><published>2005-08-14T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T10:49:15.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WeNt To EaSt CoAsT... *(0.o)*</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Helluz.. Juz feel like updating my blog today.. Must at least update once a month lehz heh heh.. if not, wat's the use of havin a blog rite?? Niwaes i juz came back from "jalan-jalan" at East Coast Park with my family and maid (excluding my bro, who was so busy playing soccer.. duh..). Actually i didn't feel like going at first because i was soo damn lazy.. I rather sit on the sofa and watch TV one whole day.. But then i changed my mind, thinking that it wouldn't be such a pain to spent some time with my family rite..? I seldom go out with my family.. So, why not today rite??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niwaes, i did nothin interesting at the East Coast Park.. Juz hanging ard, playing the sand and seawater with my baby sister.. Then, after getting sick and tired of playin with the sand, i went to sit on one of the bench.. Staring at the sea and dreaming away like a sad ass.. While i was dreaming away, i suddenly thought about one boy that i used to admire.. Haiz.. I dunno why he suddenly appeared in my head, out of nowhere, out of the blue, when in fact that i've already got over him.. That's what so weird bout me.. Whenever i look at the sea, i start to feel sentimental.. The things that i don't use to care and talk about with anyone suddenly matters to me.. I even asked myself why am i still single..! Ahakz..! Can't believe that i actually thought about that haha.. And then, after realizing that i was thinking like a desperate moron, i quickly stopped my day dreaming, and started talking with my father about.. airoplanes! It's not that i actually wanted to talk bout airoplanes.. As there were many airoplanes flyin thru and fro above the sea, i thought that it's better to talk bout them haha.. LAME. And then he told me bout the time taken for airoplanes to travel from these countries to that countries. And then out of the blue, i didn't know how we got to a conversation bout Batam hahakz..! I found out that my aunts, uncles and cuzz (my father's family) went to holiday in Batam, and they just came back yesterday. Heard that they went shopping til they dropped! I was quite jealous! Also found out that one of my cuzz bought so many t-shirts there.. My father said that some of the t-shirts worth only $1 singapore dollar!!!! As i don't want to miss such an opportunity, i kept persuading my father to bring us to Batam for holiday next month.. And he said.. err.. "Insyaallah".. heh heh.. I'm such a daddy's gerl.. hahakz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting quite sick and tired of looking at the sea, we went to eat at the nearest hawker centre.. So glad that i could eat my butts out.. Ate a 'Nasi Pattaya' (fried rice cover with egg), my all-time favourite dish.. While eating, we saw this old lady and a blind old man roaming ard the hawker centre selling tissues.. My father pitied them and bought the tissues.. I really sympathized them.. Now i feel very grateful for what i have now.. haiz.. Better be grateful with the good things that you are bless with, before they will finally be taken away from you.. That's what i keep telling to myself.. Haiz.. And then, again, i kept persuading my father to bring us to Batam for holiday.. so th
