<?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-18866581</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:52:09.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AIR MAIL RECEIVED</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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>155</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18866581.post-116625447278679765</id><published>2006-12-15T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T06:51:13.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hello. for a vulgar post click &lt;a href="http://www.youcouldhaveseenitbutyou'retoolateifyouwantyoucanstillaskmeforthelink*shrugs*whatever.blogspot.com"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;hey&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-116625447278679765?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116625447278679765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=116625447278679765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116625447278679765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116625447278679765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/12/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-116609674428258194</id><published>2006-12-14T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T03:45:44.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;met izyan in sch this morning (: an attempt to start maths homework. hey not bad, we completed like what, 3 questions in an hour? then the OM approached us and threatened to slice our heads off with a parang if we didn't leave the TRC &lt;----- (what i thought he would do) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what he actually did ---&gt; asked us sweetly why we were doing work there when there's construction going on. it's both noisy and the air is unclean, why don't we go up to the library?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHOA we got a shock of our lives. i think he was either abducted and experimented by aliens or he fell off his bed this morning and hit his head hard. damn hard. and make that a very high high bed. and floor made out of steel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anyways then we went off to give out flyers. our targets were mats but for some reason they were MIA today :S . and the ppl weren't making our lives any easier too! some of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1)  coincidentally, magically receive an important, urgent phone call on their apparently silent-moded phones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2) suddenly love their girlfriends so much they felt the need to wrap their arms around them and have no hands free to take a damn flyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3) think that it's cool to walk &lt;em&gt;behind&lt;/em&gt; people who have papers in their hands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4) totally ignore us (these are the worst). they pretend not see  (just cos i'm sho.. not as tall as them) and hear us (cos they're doing an experiment on how long it takes for someone's eardrums to burst with their music at max volume.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh come on don't act all innocent. you know you do it. cos that's what i do too ;). but BUT i vow that from now on, from one flyer-giver to another, i would take any flyer shoved in my face.:D unless i'm sick, moody, in a hurry or i just don't feel like it. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but of course there were nice people too (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and thanks iz so much for helping haha. OH OH and i'm SOOO SORRYYY for not answering my phone when you were stalked by that pervert! omg you scared the shit outta me when i called. luckily she reported him! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;serves that perverted son of a bitch damn right. asshole. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i promise i will find a louderr ringtone! i was thinking those hardcore rock or  heavy metal with kickass drums and guitar. they're loud. hmm. oh and yes and make the vibration stronger till my teeth start chattering and my hairband pops out when anybody calls. yes that's it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;okay turf training tmr at 12pm. not only am i severely out of shape and practice, my head is throbbing like the elephants on mount kinabalu (don't bother trying to figure this out. there's no connection). and the 5 aside tournament is on SAT.under 21! that makes the players a bloody 6 years older. oh god please ease the pain in my head, the mucus in my nose and the burning sensation in my throat. amin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-116609674428258194?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116609674428258194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=116609674428258194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116609674428258194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116609674428258194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/12/met-izyan-in-sch-this-morning-attempt.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-116602739162051505</id><published>2006-12-14T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T08:29:51.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if my nose was a tap, it's broken.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;besides that, I'M BACK BABY. wished i could stay longer and eat more pretzels and have more late night convos with those little girls. by little i mean younger. cos they sure aren't shorter than me. (damn.) hey it's kind of fun to look at their confused traumatized faces when i tell them about the reproductive system, vasectomies and vacuums. yeah it was the weirdest girl gossip session everr. *shudders* but heck (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND i've fallen in love all over again. twice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;my first love:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;LINA/NINA i have no idea what's her name but she's just ADORABLE. aunty azimah's newborn. i carried her and it was love at first sight! then i did the unthinkable and asked my mum if i could have another sister (!? i know. but that's another story) but omg she was just lovely WHY DIDNT I TAKE A PICTURE?! oh ya cos like tak tahu malu liddat. :((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my second love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: pgl. i miss it. yalah dah basi but when i heard the soundtrack i couldnt help but fall in love with it again. but i 'm far from falling in love with the assignment that came with it though. rahhh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh but it's great to be back :D i'm going to sch tmr yay! just for the sake of it. if i had actually finished some homework, i might go to the extent of saying i miss school. but i haven't so *closes ears* lalalaalaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-116602739162051505?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116602739162051505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=116602739162051505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116602739162051505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116602739162051505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/12/if-my-nose-was-tap-its-broken.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-116584541119979312</id><published>2006-12-11T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T07:50:56.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;________ of the day~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food: choc mint pretzels! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;achievement: completed ONE maths question in under ONE hour (but over half) wahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;phrase: lipogranulomatosus erdheim-chester! (c'mon you gotta admit that's cool. it'll make a great pickup-line) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bitch: YOUTUBEEE. damn you for depriving me of my daily dose of whose line :( yes i'm an addict. so? hmm? hmm? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;craving: more pretzels! DPS. wayne brady, ryan stiles, colin mochrie. (i mean i crave to watch them. wait that sounds wrong. observe their acting skills. yes.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sound: my cracking wrist. it hurts. it's driving me nuts. i think it can be an accompaniment for azri's beatboxing. i can picture it now on mtv;&lt;em&gt; Azri feat.  wrist&lt;/em&gt; (or &lt;em&gt;Wrist feat. Azri&lt;/em&gt; doesn't really matter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a sample--&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;bsshh cheka *CRACK* wah-eh-waao *CRACK*CRACK*  vmm cheka bsshh bshh&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;(hey you try writing lyrics for incomprehensible funny lip noises) confirm top twenty on the charts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;garment: elastic, rubbery skirt (not only can you wear it to esplanade, you can also wear it for &lt;em&gt;swimming&lt;/em&gt;! haha) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;song: listen to your heart (slow version) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;laugh: hanisah's. god that was louuuud :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;okay there. i cant think of any more &lt;em&gt;of-the-days&lt;/em&gt;. yes i'm this bored. if you see me online please entertain me. i miss school. and and outings. and yea.  :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw i'm going home on wednesday. and i know at least 3 ppl who are coming here (as in KL) aft i leave. wahh what's this :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-116584541119979312?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116584541119979312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=116584541119979312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116584541119979312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116584541119979312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/12/of-day-food-choc-mint-pretzels.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-116564439056013668</id><published>2006-12-08T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T22:07:48.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i havent shopped yet!:( and there are sooo many things i wanna look for. but i bet i won't be able to find them. like when you're looking for something, it's never there but when you're not it always is! so when i go shopping without money, i see stuff i like but when i'm equipped with the bling, it mysteriously vanishes. no i'm pretty sure i'm not schizophrenic. perhaps a little mentally unstable but i definitely don't hear voices that tell me channing tatum is bi and JS is the hot *looks innocent*. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on the bright side, here it costs S$3 for a movie!wtf right. so we watched 2 yesterdayy. Possesed and er..Cicakman! god that was funny. and horribly lame. like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hairi: kau tahu einstein?&lt;br /&gt;danny: a ah&lt;br /&gt;hairi: einstein dgn aku...&lt;br /&gt;(audience: uh huh what?!)&lt;br /&gt;hairi: takde kene-mengene!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- . haha it's amusing though. a spoof of spiderman come to think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay now let's go back to the other side of the world where ppl are missing me :D okay padahal a few km je. anyway prom, ppl were gorgeouus! and ati and i realize we have another 4 yrs till prom. so we plan to crash or sabotage other ppl's prom till ours (which means we cant be suicide bombers atiqah) :D dengki eh. haha yeah right. ohwell lunch lunch! byeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-116564439056013668?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116564439056013668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=116564439056013668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116564439056013668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116564439056013668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-havent-shopped-yet-and-there-are.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-116541705743896367</id><published>2006-12-06T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T07:07:18.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;had a convo with ati a few days ago. we got all hyperrr discussing what fun we had throughout the yr. some stuff i even forgot about till that day! like all the codenames, dumb games (: sweet sweet memorieeees. orientation!mcs bbq!raptai!gema!desaru!PGO!PGL!ok shut upp. ohh i hope nxt yr would be err better *gulps*. c'mon with ati, dinie and iz in 2D too, there's bound to be chaos! since we rock (and we're gonna kick 2C's assssssss wooh!) whoops. pretend i didnt say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wokays today was funnn! dropped in to peep at tarian with high &lt;s&gt;not to mention definitely false and impossible&lt;/s&gt; hopes that the instructor would be SRH or someone who looks like him. no such luck :( oh well. not as if i'm dancing. i salute them man.those steps looked difficult. i'd prolly take 2998392 years to memorise it. then after that i'll just end up screwing it up in 0.123241 seconds on the performance day. tsktsk prada bags (or maybe &lt;em&gt;birds&lt;/em&gt;, iz??;) haha)will fly and commit suicide before you can get me to dance. on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i laughed so much at the most ridiculous things. fishballs, rabbits and yucky green stuff. aiayayai u girls just crack me up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i guess i'll see u all... when i come back. god knows when that is. if u wanna pesan anything just leave me an sms :D but i'll come online. i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm gonna pack now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye bye~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh wait. i forgot to mention that my brother decided to shave all his hair off before i could get to it. damn. oh heck azri+bald = ego+lame (sshh. it makes sense okay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;az: can you lend me $2.50??&lt;br /&gt;me: why?&lt;br /&gt;az: for gel&lt;br /&gt;me: huh&lt;br /&gt;az: GELLL *points to bald head*  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;diy: did you hear azri compare himself to a hotdog?&lt;br /&gt;az: you mean an azri-dog??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-""" i have no comments. (actually i do but i really have to pack) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-116541705743896367?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116541705743896367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=116541705743896367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116541705743896367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116541705743896367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/12/had-convo-with-ati-few-days-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-116506485068226810</id><published>2006-12-02T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T05:15:27.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"you are THIS close to getting grounded," he hissed menacingly, cold spit spraying onto my face. his eyes narrowed to little slits and his mouth twisted into a smirk, proudly declaring himself victor over this poor poor innocent girl trembling in the little corner... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay fine it didnt happen &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; dramatically. that's the OM version i'm imagining cos their reasons are the same. &lt;em&gt;just because&lt;/em&gt;. grrr. so just like that i had to give up $68 tickets and good company. eh the reasons "because i said so" and "just because" are not only poor and invalid, but they also show their free abuse of authority! i protest! a revolution let's go! okaay i wish. haha. ohwell guess i'm stuck at home watching Wendy Who the Warrior Princess or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good news or bad news first? good? paaaaat (say it sengau and it'll sound like those game show beepers-watchamacallit.ah nvm) wrong answer! duhh bad first it's only logical. good fengshui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bad news&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though there was no sun today.. training was scary. it started on a good note but ended on a sad, horrible memo pad. and i pity both parties :(:( i feel ya, i feel ya! that's all i have to say. oh and the black pepper chicken noodles were blegh.amin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh yea. i broke my promise and ate dinner. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;good news&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the black pepper chicken noodles were blegh. so it gave me more room for fondueee :D .chocolate chocolate yum yum! thanks nad!!! and once again the three of us took lovely gay neos because of a bet iz and i lost.darn. we were rolling on the floor in despair cos we can't understand a single word of japanese besides PINK-KE. rahh they should have malay neoprint thingies ah.amik korang semue. eh maybe in malaysia have (haha!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OH AND I'VE WATCHED THE WHOLE SEASON TWO OF HOUSE haha thanks to the pretty pretty aida with her sexy yellow hairband. (i'm sucking up just in case she has season 3 haha) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;alright since i have lots of time today let's rewind to last thurs! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;movie marathon!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;unsuccessful because we did NOT finish 53 movies in 7.5 hours! mission unaccomplished! this time at anyone's house that doesnt include a 10k walk from tanah merah mrt? haha. but time time. when when. hmm i wonder. we're such busy women. tsk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;deathnote was amusing. really. i mean how can someone be cool and disturbing at the same time? only L can pull it off wooh. but the ending of Click was so cliche. i still remember primary school teachers warning us never to write compositions that ended with someone "waking up, relieved it was all a bad dream!". maybe the writers of Click should go back to primary school?(as if i can do better eh) oh but it was nice anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lastly, meet the fockers. sick, funny and just plain wrong!! the end (: thanks ati, aida, dinie, iz, nad, warda for coming over~ sorry for the walk/climb/noisy brothers and sisters! another outing soon? haha. go check your busy schedules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;okay fingers tired~ (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;before that.. painting and playing with cement is fun!yes i love to get my hands dirty -- as in with cement. not.. ah nvm. anway i want more! if they want me that is haha. k dah. bye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooh thats a long post.&lt;br /&gt;p.s. lalala i cant be grounded cos i'm leaving next thurs and i have no idea when i'm coming back!!! so these 4 days i must go OUT*hint*. budge lazy ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-116506485068226810?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116506485068226810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=116506485068226810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116506485068226810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116506485068226810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-are-this-close-to-getting-grounded.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-116460416212629419</id><published>2006-11-27T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T21:40:56.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PGL was the love! but all the songs were so G-$$$! cheesier than pizza hut's triple cheese lava crust with extra mozarella and cheddar! but i like cheese so (: seats were not bad. right smack in front where we can see the tears on their faces and &lt;s&gt;the sweat on their arms&lt;/s&gt;. BUTTTT i didnt get their autographs! partly my fault since i went left instead of right.. and from various experiences ppl shld learn never to follow me or you'll get lost lost lost. yes yes atiqah was right i admit. and DINIE kept on rubbing it in my face that they got pictures and autographs with &lt;strong&gt;Stepehn Rahman-Hughes&lt;/strong&gt; !!!! malaysia's rubber plantation also kalah seh. okay i'm officially jealous. they also had an actual conversation! wahahh. heyy but i just found out SRH and i have something in common; we both can't speak malay! well sorta. hahahhh anyway sayang they didnt get tiara's though. all of them have lovely vocals~ oh i sense my love for musicals is being revived this very moment. wooh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hai and where was i? with mum and her friends going home (sorry aida got dragged along heh). i am amazed at how that woman can forever magically come up with last minute tickets and suddenly turn up. maybe she owns a black market. hmm. thanks to iz who spotted her before i managed to do anything stupid. yeah maybe i shld make more friends in the media industry. then i can get free tickets and backstage passes to plays. yes that's a good idea nadh i'm so proud of you~ lalala. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh oh yes and of course we learnt to embrace the beautiful malay language and culture (says the girl who spends half the time reading subtitles and the other half ogling at SRH and being jealous of tiara who gets to hold him.haha) and i can't wait to do whatever-assignment-we're-supposed-to-do! hello library and malay annals watch out for me~ (does that sound forced enough?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and of course yay for good though jakon company who took pictures in toilets and next to dustbins wooh! yummy brownies and cookies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh i heard only 4 ppl turned up for training today. umm whoops. guess we do make half the attendance. ohwell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.s. hurry and finish watching those dvds aidaaa! haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-116460416212629419?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116460416212629419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=116460416212629419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116460416212629419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116460416212629419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/11/pgl-was-love-but-all-songs-were-so-g.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-116451801452657489</id><published>2006-11-26T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T21:18:56.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3275/1856/1600/642032/DSC00930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3275/1856/320/651248/DSC00930.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;okay so this is THE famous cikgu ismail. alah he doesnt look that unbelievably skinny like he really is. (should have taken the pic in potrait). just so you know, all of us were tiptoe-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and this reminds me of the evil mr iskandar joke coach told yesterdayy!!! funnyyy. hahahaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell since im already posting pics~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3275/1856/1600/766485/fengshanzzzz%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3275/1856/320/545144/fengshanzzzz%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;azri made us all look short. esp since he isnt even standing up straight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3275/1856/1600/403435/DSCF0145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3275/1856/320/780414/DSCF0145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;haha no connection whatsoever i know. but i cldnt resist. i insist it's cool la. okay the challenge: spot the flying shoe (hint: it's not on my foot.) haha happy hunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eee i smell fertiliser. ew. anyway pgl later tonight~ everyone who has watched it says it's good good blabla so i'm excited yay! even though it's in malay cos cos i found out there's ENGLISH subtitles wahaha. yea im a happy duck. okay dah im off to 7 eleven. then i'll be a happy fat duck. &lt;s&gt;and you can roast me to make duck rice.&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/18866581-116451801452657489?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116451801452657489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=116451801452657489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116451801452657489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116451801452657489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/11/okay-so-this-is-famous-cikgu-ismail.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-116428360987876679</id><published>2006-11-23T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T04:22:49.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;damn that one point. just for the record, i hope my mum has good taste. better still i hope she forgets that bet existed. wooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well met hanee at fsps today!! :) havent seen her for a looooong loooong time! aft hugging she insisted on camwhoring with her new sexy black sony cam (hot hot hot!) cos she said we won't know  when's next time we'll see each other :( which is true. in 3 yrs i've seen her like what.. 7, 8 times only? i don't care, fsps reunion sooooon soooon! aisha! where art thou? oh oh and we took pic with cikgu ismail who i think is the guiness world record holder for the &lt;s&gt;skinniest&lt;/s&gt; lankiest man alive! i'm serious. i'll post pics once i get em frm hanee~ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala btw today i have successfully watched 0 &lt;em&gt;whose line is it anyway&lt;/em&gt; clips. zero. ZERO. nada. kosong. sifar. circle. the ring. samara. 0! my rehab is working :) &lt;s&gt;maybe because there's prolly no clips left that i haven't watched.&lt;/s&gt; nyeheh. &lt;s&gt;better than House's vicodin addiction.&lt;/s&gt; okay i need to go rehab for House too. &lt;s&gt;i know spoilers till season 3 which sucks cos AXN is only halfway through season 2.&lt;/s&gt; ok shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH 53 MOVIES BILA DAH.:P hurry we only have 4 wks left! omg so fast alamak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;oh yes i totally agree with nadirah! sasha is hottt. in a boyish-elvish kinda way.~ ai, don't get fooled by the girly name. it's a HE HE HE. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;okay okay i got it wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;boyish-elvish = mathias&lt;br /&gt;sexy hair = sasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;either way they're both hot, right nadirah? WOOH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-116428360987876679?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116428360987876679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=116428360987876679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116428360987876679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116428360987876679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/11/damn-that-one-point.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-116390548418403808</id><published>2006-11-18T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T19:04:44.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a meaningless post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so it is true, &lt;em&gt;el capitano&lt;/em&gt; brings the sun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but she was  &lt;em&gt;el-&lt;/em&gt;nice&lt;em&gt;-o&lt;/em&gt;! after extorting &lt;em&gt;ala-&lt;/em&gt;jambus from us 6, she let us play BASKETball. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but we found out she was ex-&lt;em&gt;el capitano&lt;/em&gt; of basketballl! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so we all &lt;em&gt;il-divo&lt;/em&gt;-die-lor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hai hai &lt;em&gt;delifrance&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya!&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday syazanaa (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-116390548418403808?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116390548418403808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=116390548418403808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116390548418403808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116390548418403808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/11/meaningless-post.html' title='a meaningless post'/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-116376131039465220</id><published>2006-11-17T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T03:04:21.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i've been thinking of snipping all my hair off actually. but since i dreamt of myself tying a ponytail yest i shall take that as a sign not to (:if that dream comes true, maybe all the others of breakdancing prince charmings and magical motorbike ponies will too~ haha, i kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though my jeans almost burst yesterday from gorging so much food, i pigged out today :( haha that reminds me of this one time, we were eating at this buffet. aft eating 7++ helpings, when azri stood up his jeans button literally popped out and fell onto the floor la!! omg i almost choked on my food. it was effing hilarious. i just wished his pants would have slipped off or sth. DAMN. wasted. eh no i'm not sick. but i wld gladly give 283 b&amp;js (make that 2) to see the look on his face! *evil laughter* okay anyways. i brought 15 bucks to seven eleven to buy b&amp;amp;js, but my sister psycho-ed my to buy paddlepop instead which is like &lt;s&gt;3729374 times cheaper&lt;/s&gt; okay actually it's only 25 times cheaper heh. blegh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and i realized today is another day wasted. at this rate, how am i gonna water ski?! kayak? rock climb? finish watching 53 movies? finish start on maths hw? shave my brother's head for being an assssss? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*shrugs* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;moral of the story: personal msgs are scary. sometimes they say the things i don't wanna hear. or read rather. and sometimes they contain so much more suspense than Grudge 2 it kills me! i know, curiosity kills the cat. but look on the bright side, i can still live with 8 lives cant i? :D oh well heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-116376131039465220?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116376131039465220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=116376131039465220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116376131039465220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116376131039465220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/11/ive-been-thinking-of-snipping-all-my.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-116369043055448782</id><published>2006-11-16T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:20:30.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;niners jln raya today? haha i turned up in tj uni like aisha told me too and yea i felt/looked/am a stupid idiot amongst the green tkg uniforms. haha funny though BUT so sad i only managed to go syaz's house before i had to leave for 1E bbq :(. partly because, although the bus ride between syaz's house and mine is barely 5 minutes, the bus broke down half-way. if break down fast2 never mind tau. this one took 10 min to break down. jerk.stop.jerk.stop.it was so slow.i could have sworn it even moved backwards ah! haha we were so frustrated we started rowing ourselves forward to help the bus move :P i think it helped? whee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;then off to 1E bbq which costs over $200 and mr lau is PAYING FOR IT ALL. shit he's so nice im gonna miss him being our ct nxt yr. pity we couldnt push him into the pool.:( and 1e too --- all the pretty smartass girls, the alienic geniuses (prcs. hey its a compliment), our very own david blaine and even that ah-beng-tak-jadi-cum-traitor-cos-he-went-2B jp. haha. okay okay no emo today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anyway OMG i swear jx is cool (yes, i am not drunk). in a freaky kind of way. the card tricks he does are no amateur tricks. they're like those creepy street magic that david blaine &amp; chris angel perform. like you could have sworn you were holding this  queen card but when u flip it over it's some bullshit ace card you never seen before. damn. daryl officially banned him from playing tightie and poker! who knows what weird switcheroo voodooo thing he might do! haha i bet he just stares at his hand and the royal flush will magically appear. freakehh dude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and mr lau brought down his guitar and i couldnt resist. so i played the usual stuff (okay the only stuff i know. khai taught me) :) then mr lau played the same thing and gave me the tabs. said he learned cos he wanted to chase girls! lol not bad not bad. he taught me hotel california! ahah sorta. that must be the song with one of the sexiest guitar solos ever~ looks like he forgot i havent handed him the way overdue maths hw. which i havent started on. oops. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;then dinie and i got high flipping satays and chicken while aida promoted her band concert. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;alright u can tell i was very high. thats why i accepted the ticket, totally forgetting im kinda grounded. my bro is fully grounded and im very very close to that -_-. aiyayai loooong story but im stupid to have done whatever yea. i am really really sorry for cancelling okay. i really am. anyway its all settled. the end.&lt;/span&gt; i'm sorry :( i wonder who... ahh nvm i shall not start yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh right. almost forgot. might have to wear braces now sheesh. hello full-blown nerd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-116369043055448782?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116369043055448782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=116369043055448782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116369043055448782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116369043055448782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/11/niners-jln-raya-today-haha-i-turned-up.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-116343234636373150</id><published>2006-11-13T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T07:39:06.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;as usual morning trainings suck ahah and my face burns and peels. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so aft trg i was supposed to watch movie with aisha, nad but in the end it was too late and aisha didnt come anyway. so ended up playing erm bimbotic bball! with warda,iz and jimmy haha. then tried to change izyan's class cos she suddenly became chinese, but she loves us too much so she wants to convert back to malay ah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;okay okay GRUDGE 2! yes iz and i were bored so we watched. well screaming with the crowd is fun. especially the typical don't-open-the-door-you-dumbass moments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;actually those scenes are damn frustrating. if the ghost hadnt killed them i would have strangled them for being so dumb. eh ppl with common sense run away right not open the door. do they expect the ghost to appear and say "HELLO! im ju-on and i like ponies!"? hmm but i like so heck (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more cerite hantu! best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-116343234636373150?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116343234636373150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=116343234636373150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116343234636373150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116343234636373150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/11/as-usual-morning-trainings-suck-ahah.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-116325066718995013</id><published>2006-11-11T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T05:14:09.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;morning trainings are just sheer torture.but somehow today was the worst.. &lt;em&gt;so far&lt;/em&gt;. i have a feeling it might get worse in the future hmm. it dragged till 12+ and we were already dying cos it was bloody hot and i think we only had 2 water breaks or max maybe three from 8 to 12. i swear i felt so dizzy i cant think straight omg i dont think i can survive if it drags till 2. is it even legal to train at at noon? i thought it wasnt cos of the sun and what skin cancer stuffs. *shrugs* oh well. all i know is it sucked and my hits sucked too (izyan's the witness). blahhh AND I GOT SUNBURNT. i havent got sunburnt since i was like erm sec 1. that;s how mean the sun was today hmmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway aft trg abandoned plans to go NYP for lunch. in the end, went to Notre Dame de Paris :)) hai i've fallen in love with musicals all over again. i loved it :D the vocals are to die for, tarik wooh tak nak kalah ah (esp Gregoire omg i can just melt.) and music was whoaaa. love love love love. well the catch is you have to either read the subtitles or watch them act -- you cant do both. so sometimes i get so engrossed in the dancing (got this guy 8-pac woi. yes half the guy dancers were topless)and singing i forgot to read what they're dancing and singing about -_-. BUT who cares if its french, i still love love love. makes me regret not catching other musicals like Grease, Rent, The Banquet and Forbidden City. damn. nvm next yr, POTO a must. (: yay. but i turned up like a madwoman with a fashion crisis. blue hairband blue specs purple shirt and jeans :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay enough blabbing. alrights yesterday was tiiiriing cos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. it is proven once again i have absolutely no sense of direction whatsoever. if you put me in jurong and told me i was in Chinatown odds are i'd believe you. i got lost on my way to hougang. i thought i overshot but ended up stopping earlier la. paiseh paiseh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. travelled all the way to hougang to run 6km on the treadmill. like wahh i got treadmill at home &lt;s&gt;that i use right .&lt;/s&gt; so i can just run &lt;s&gt;if i want to&lt;/s&gt; eventually. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i watched this nonya-aunty go on the treadmill uphill-style at the speed of 9.6 at least 3 times! 20 minutes each time. madaunty! uphill leh. xinmei say can damage knee tsktsk. i look at her i get tired for her. hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.oh oh I AM A LOUSY HOST. iz, warda and i rushed to mcs jalan raya but i only managed to go nash's hse. like 10 min at my hse i had to abandon my guests and go for piano lesson. SORRY ATI IZ WARDA for leaving you alone to be the only ip girls/ girls-plus-ash haha. blahh anyway then i thought i was gonna be late so i called a cab but in the end i cancelled it. how?? like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: hello, i called earlier but i wld like to cancel the cab.&lt;br /&gt;operator: okay. but why?? (like those raise-eyebrow tone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLOOO you think i want to anyhow2 call then cancel2 izzit. wahh so fun right. wahlao if i wanna prank call i wld rather call pizza hut and send 293 pizzas to your house la sheesh. kan best. then this gundu taxi still come in front my hse and refuse to budge cos nobody told him it was cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay so she's a lousy operator and im a lousy host the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. aft piano wanted to join them but my family wanted to go out. came back at 11++ and zonked. but i heard they came back at 12? tsktsk poor things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY headache from the extreme temperatures i experienced today. freezing and boiling ah wooh. not bad not bad. see my fingers are hyperly typing but im actually half-dead. okay dah. bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-116325066718995013?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116325066718995013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=116325066718995013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116325066718995013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116325066718995013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/11/morning-trainings-are-just-sheer.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-116299042755953156</id><published>2006-11-08T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T04:53:47.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;imagine the fright i got upon arriving at the airfrieght centre!and also imagine my disappointment when i found out "frieght" is pronounced as "frate". see i cant even make a decent wordplay. ok anyway, this incident once again proves that i have no sense of direction. even if i do, it's totally whacked.so in short, iz and i took number 9 thinking it was going to bedok (cos the sign said so!) but we slowly went from simei to tampines to pasir ris and finally to changi where we concluded we were lost! only cos someone came up the bus... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;man in uniform: do you have an airport pass?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;iz and i: errr.. no? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;him: if you don't have an airpass you have to get off the bus&lt;br /&gt;us: *laugh laugh* oh okay *laugh laugh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;if he didnt come up to chase us out and give us directions we would prolly end up in terengganu and not know it! okay on the upside, &lt;em&gt;thank god&lt;/em&gt; it wasnt 11pm ah. the downside is creepy truck drivers kept asking us if we "nak tompang". *shudders*. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;moral of the story: next time i get lost, please remind me NOT to bring along squid and chicken in kental ntuc fairprice bags. dahlah sesat abeh unglam. sheesh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;haha and ati was being evil smsing me scary msges. when i reached hm ah. but still. :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;okay before the hoo ha i met iz xin mei and valerie erm right as they were paying for the foods. oh well at least i helped load em into the car right?? haha right. then nad and iz helped me choose specs. nice red ones (: cheap considering my degrees ahah. but now i have to live with my spare nerdy thick blue ones haiya. hmm then we went shopping for nad's stuff and ate at banquet before we got lost (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; haha oh and nad, enjoy urself at obs and hurry back! ask the bus driver speed la k. take care babe, miss us &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;okay i've just realized i've nt posted abt jln rayas. ok i will! i promise. of alllll the jalan rayas, fully equipped with pictures next wk after niners jln raye (: yayyy. and i wanna watch POTO~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello tv&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-116299042755953156?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116299042755953156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=116299042755953156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116299042755953156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116299042755953156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/11/imagine-fright-i-got-upon-arriving-at.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-116239471594279446</id><published>2006-11-01T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T07:26:40.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TOMORROW JALAN RAYAA (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the closest i can find to green is turqoise! but that one have to wrap the kain manually around myself. and these cause problems like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) it might drop&lt;br /&gt;2) it might drop when i trip&lt;br /&gt;3) it might drop when i eat too much&lt;br /&gt;4) it might drop if i dont eat&lt;br /&gt;5) it might drop if someone pulls it&lt;br /&gt;6) it might drop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hello orange or pink. whichever i can find la eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha anyway woke up like earlyyyy for LA project. semangat kebabian &lt;--- (long time never use) =P. wahh i need to hang out with val and rq more. they gt stashes of sweets wooh which i cant resist! hehe and daryl will do stupid stuff cos val bullies him so its funny. lala~ then while waiting patiently at bedok i saw warda's someone..wahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wheeee and wahh i wanna go penin agaaaiin. i know i didnt want the lasagne just now cos i was full but now i crave it!!! haii but at least i got my ice cream. nth beats danish nougat la. iz gt her quidealdjljsa (it sounds like quizzilla) thingy too haha. eh shut up im hungry. anywayys ppl have being telling me to get a grip (ppl = me, myself and i), so i got one! and its blue and i love it.but farhana said it was gorgeous even with the old one(:. haha not as eyecatching as nad's though. fluorescent orange yo. i think at night no need torchlight. jadi mcm light saber! ok dah. ohh and now we all know the secret to successful jumping shots &lt;s&gt;with ppl who have no sense of timing&lt;/s&gt; is holding hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chocolate-fudgey cake aft trg. it was good (and i dont really like choc cake, so it must be real good. or maybe i hungry). and a nice chat aft that with the team (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a fun day and i refuse to let it be spoiled by itchy itchy &lt;i&gt;people&lt;/i&gt; who don't understand the meaning of "no i don't want to." AND being yelled at when i did practically nothing. like really, i was doing nothing. ok maybe thats the reason i got scolded but *shrugs*. day not spoiled. not spoiled.deep breaths. hee hoo hee. okay im still happy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yest was good too. we ahem mcs meeting so ati, dinie, aida, warda came over. ati was bored to death so she slept. prolly cos the dvds were either spoilt or my brother keeps getting in the way of the projector. sorry babe. but warda seemed to enjoy herself haha! wah manja-ing and spoiling my bro man. haha. in the end, we managed to get dinie and aida to watch 2 episodes of HOUSE. nice right? lalala. who wanted to watch merchant of venice? sheeeesh. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay tv time~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-116239471594279446?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116239471594279446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=116239471594279446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116239471594279446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116239471594279446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/11/tomorrow-jalan-rayaa-closest-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-116221703810800899</id><published>2006-10-30T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T06:03:58.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay first of all IF YOU THINK YOU TALKED TO ME ON MSN BETWEEN THE TIME 3.30 PM and 8.30 PM, YOU THOUGHT WRONG. it was my asshole of a brother who unfortunately got access to my account. so to set things straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i do not have a crush on my cousin (unless it's aidan) and&lt;br /&gt;2. i do NOT like imran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to all the stupid things he prolly would have said, i apologise (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY PFFFT SHIT. my dad just googled my name and my friendster came out @#)*)@*()*@) and now they're scrutinizing my profile, my friends and whatever shit aaaah shit. google sucks aaaah. oh geez they might find this blog next and OMG no privacy. google sucks google sucks google sucks. and now he said he's disappointed in me! whaaaat im nt stupid im nt selling myself for handphones and sneakers and whatnots. sheeeesh aaah. im freaking out now someone help :( grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay where was i before idiot google and brother invaded my privacy? hai oh right training. thanks iz for the specs hooks. u saved my life haha :) well yea evening trainings are so much better than mornings :D running was okay, my passes suck i pity nad for running all over the place hee sorry babe. look on the bright side. my balls went to the field~ haha okay not funny i geddit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maaan my mood is so spoiled by idiot brother and gahh that i forgot what i wanted to blog. wahh they sound like they're never gonna trust me again -_-. i think they, and me too, are overreacting. *shrugs*. hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. someone remind me that the ball i lost is 4 steps away from one of the trees. just in case the arrow isnt there anymore. now just to rem which tree...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-116221703810800899?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116221703810800899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=116221703810800899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116221703810800899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116221703810800899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/10/okay-first-of-all-if-you-think-you.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-116205030089083812</id><published>2006-10-28T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T08:45:00.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i take back what i said! trainings in the mornings are terrible. hot weather. ok im all for evenings now hai. oh and iz i hope ur ankle's ok! put ice yea hon? ok anyway basically we did physical and flicks and other stuff which i forgot :S but i do remember that i &lt;s&gt;was,&lt;/s&gt; no, am super tired. right aft trg was dragged visiting all the way to 10++pm in PAINFUL but pretty shoes. yea they were very very pretty actually; shiny pink with a cute matching bag, okok-high heels, make me look tall and all but geez they suck. ok dah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;eh shucks im having mental block right now i cant rem what i did today except gorging myself with food. ish OH RIGHT the stupid thing i did today. you know the memorycard slot of the tablet? yea well turns out my cousin's memory card was too small..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me: eh i think your card too small hahaha *INSERTS CARD* ....EH SHIT cannot come out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PANIC PANIC i tried many many means to get that wretched thing out. really, using nail clipper, my bracelet, needles, brooches and riqa was no help either "eh you better get that thing out, later my dad blablabla" haha ahhh thanks ah. i was panicking, sweating, hyperventilating. punye la panaaas. dahlah alim2 pakai tudung  lawa2 (haha no connection). so we all spent dunno how long abusing my tablet trying to knock/poke the thing out. FINALLY by using flower stalks to poke it worked. wahaha i was so relieved omg. scared the shit out of me. haha sorry riqa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh yaaa. then then khairil frm anugerah kirim salam iiiiii! okayy not exactly and sorta indirectly but actually it is kinda direct but oh well long story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and i might as well give up all hope of getting contacts for the next five yrs. coz my mum managed to get doctors to lecture me abt the dangers and blabla. like i will listen but my mum's convinced so aaah. and we all know her arguements-that-are-supported-by-medical-and-scientific-reasons beat my reason: "wear specs in tudung ugly". hai another long story abt pressure points and cpr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;aiyayai OKLAH saya sungguh penat saya akan tidur. selamat malam kawan-kawan. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.s. okay the list is 53 movies so far. any other movies to recommend, anyone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-116205030089083812?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116205030089083812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=116205030089083812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116205030089083812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116205030089083812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-take-back-what-i-said-trainings-in.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-116186219044912130</id><published>2006-10-26T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T04:29:50.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i cant believe today is the last day of schooool. i remember last yr we had lots and lots of free periods to play games/watch movies or just crap. bt instead today we just learnt maths and watched documentaries. volcanoes, not bad ah but stillll where's the uno and murderer???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a few things that confused me:-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- i could have sworn the driving age limit is 18 (going to be 21 even wth!?) so why are the teachers LEAVING?! we dont even have driving liscenses to drive them away YET! (a joke. geddit??) darn. anyway yea we need to invite ms ng and ms rabiah to our bbq or sth. give them a proper farewelll. :D hai i'm gonna miss ms ng's lame jokes and ms rabiah's cute antics (like trying to click on the tv screen!?) haha. oh welll. :( does moe live to make our lives miserable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- winning vouchers or movie tickets arent everything. it's the process of how we bonded in the weirdest ways that counts. (chehh chehh) right aida, dinie?  okay this point is actually nt confusing bt heee  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- tm escalators. i get mixed up which is up or down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- why teenagers like to go into toys-r-us? no wait i know this one! cos they're spastic ppl who sing "thursday, friday, sat-tur-dayyy". haha but actually it's fun~ i think i saw raymond frm fsps. i wonder if he remembers me :/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- the book of answers can be creepily accurate! haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anyway since ms ng let us off super early for bio th class decided to catch the movie Prestige. till now i cant really decide if i like it or not. it makes sense and yet it doesnt. its weird but it's still cool. *shrugs* i bet jx loves it. haha then aft th movie since vivian had to go for ogl interviewww (if she gets in she's gonna steal me a shirt too! hehe right) and other ppl going to town so th three of us walked ard tm. it wld have been funner if i wasnt broke.ya eat ben&amp;jerry's some more. actually ya i want more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-116186219044912130?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116186219044912130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=116186219044912130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116186219044912130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116186219044912130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-cant-believe-today-is-last-day-of.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-116178316299367657</id><published>2006-10-25T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T06:37:29.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OKAY i'm back but everyone's out :( but hey the house is actually nice and quiet, in a creepy unusual kind of way. day started out kind of boring. i slept during LA when ms ying screened the holocaust documentry. it was disturbing but *yawns*. then got awoken by her angry "WAKE UP!!" . wah. guruh pon kalah seh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and being the first day that we can actually eat lunch and dinner publicly, i pigged out. these are what i consumed today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- strawberry cheesecake ben&amp;amp;jerry's shared with iz, ati and dinie (:&lt;br /&gt;- mamee monster &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- mee goreng mamak shared again with iz ati dinie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- 1 packet of Lays, 1 packet of Ruffles shared among the those same three + esti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- pizza bar! crab and cheeeeese yum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- oh right some tao suan. very very little :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- strawberry strawberry MILKSHAKE! cold but heavenly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- prawn noodles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(i thought if i put the font small it wont seem so much? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but i burned (i hope) erm most of it by running 3km with nad and number 11(izyan=P)! (: oh and turns out that's my makeup PE as well so yay. i havent run for so long it actually felt good and i want more! (okay sugar's made me mad) but i know i'll dread it once trg starts again so heck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;then we decided we missed being kental sec ones (no offence) and took gay, obscene neoprints!yea i miss paying 9 bucks for trying to learn japanese in 5 seconds~ haha but really. ohwell look on the bright side, i learnt a new word today! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PINK-KE! wahahahahaaaa! im admiring the neos now. wheee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and yea pretty much gossiped a lot. i guess i have lotsa stomach muscles now. some smart flamingo told me laughing excercises stomach muscles?? haha yayy. that was fun. thanks girls &lt;3&gt; say she's handsome one more time i'll shave her head and use the hair to wash my toilet -_-. lol kiddingggg~ okay we must have more outings! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and i want a sleepover cum movie marathon. anyone? haha anyway i shall not be anti-social and go layan guests from KL (that means i go out and sit one corner smile2 to myself).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh yea btw i surprisingly passed piano exam. by 8 marks wooh borderline pass. i expected to fail terribly. but az failed by 8! is the examiner like intentionally toying with us? alah give my 8 marks to him then we both pass2 kan happy. sheeesh. alright yea. KL. soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-116178316299367657?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116178316299367657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=116178316299367657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116178316299367657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116178316299367657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/10/okay-im-back-but-everyones-out-but-hey.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-116160541021098330</id><published>2006-10-23T20:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T05:10:10.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;first and foremost..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AIDAAAA (:&lt;/span&gt; hope you like the sajaks. nice right. (nicer than ATIQAH'S right hahaha) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;esp this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;handphone bunyi kring kring&lt;br /&gt;kucing itu meow-ing&lt;br /&gt;today i wanna tell you something&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday DAH-LING (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wahaha i was so amused. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;okay about an hour ago people broke fast for the last time this yr. bye bye ramadhan :( i dunno it just feels wasted to spend one whole wk of puasa in OBS. but ohwell it cant be helped, no point emo-ing (even though its really really tempting). plus sch is closing. IT'S WAY TOO FAST. i feel like protesting and sleeping over in sch. why why why. maaaan. come come anyone joining me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;alright i have to zoom this entry. my cousins watching princess hours and i dont wanna cos like its the middle of the season already. anyway yes the whole jing gang here woooh its noisy. okay so im pretty disappointed with my results. i know for sure i didnt do my best for geog haha i rem clearly cos there were many many things in my head to write but my hand too tired so i didnt. regrets? -shrugs- no point regretting. ok so gpa got pulled down by my two IS.Ds ah. ok no more resultsss. all i know atiqah you owe me lunch as promised! yea man. combis? entah stop asking me unless u wanna promote a combi. cos i have no idea. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;last but not least&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA. maaf zahir dan batin (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hope u'd forgive me for any sins/mistakes etc. etc. i've made for this past year. well its a whole new yr, let's enter (appropiate use??noo but i dunno what else) it together :D family and friends loveyou all &lt;3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-116160541021098330?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116160541021098330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=116160541021098330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116160541021098330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116160541021098330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/10/first-and-foremost_23.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-116152503484954137</id><published>2006-10-22T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T06:50:34.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wire&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;less was just lousy today. oh well. anywayy val and rongqi came over today :)) to do LA proposal. we thought we got a lot to do so we met at 10 in the morn. in the end we took abt 15 min to complete it. -_-. haha they were fascinated with stuff so cute.then rest of the time we went up to watch brother bear 2 :P and they &lt;em&gt;cried&lt;/em&gt;. and they made me feel bad as if i was insensitive cos i didnt. oh well then i found out that... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TKSS BOYS GATAL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; !!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no offence. just that my brother brought a friend over too. aft val and rq went home, he asked for their EMAILS. it wldnt be so bad if they were actually younger than he is. the nerve of these 14yr olds chasing aft older girls. for god's sake i bet his voice hasnt even broken yet! (as if i heard). well, if any of his little gay boyfriends wanna fawn over older girls, the girl has to be strictly, obviously, only &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;. wahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;okay im kidding. but i guess you gotta admit val and rq are sexy hot ladies~ cant blame the boys for drooling i guess. haha. and brother actually said to me: "when you're having a sleepover with your friends tell me. i want to invite my friends too! *grins*". WAHHH the cheek of that boy. the other time he went&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;him: eh look at that hot guy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cousin: where where?&lt;br /&gt;him: there! *points to mirror* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ego. pest control please. mopiko anyone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-116152503484954137?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116152503484954137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=116152503484954137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116152503484954137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116152503484954137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/10/wireless-was-just-lousy-today.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-116143280049477994</id><published>2006-10-21T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T05:13:20.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i dont wanna friend my friend anymore. all this while she knock knock knock on my door then run away. then suddenly today without warning she break down the door and just barged in :/ . she has timing issues. seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anyway i woke up at 2pm today. wow i slept like a rock. terror ah. so i had nth to do today cos my wireless refuse to friend me till 5.30pm. hai. so meanwhile i watched tv and made a list of things i MUST do sometime in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. get that three-star thingermajigger for kayaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. rockclimb!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. all those cool rollerblade tricks on those ramps and railings. ooh how exciting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. buy a sexy camera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. iceskate! (heavily influenced by Ice Princess which i watched out of boredom) then hello ice hockey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6. horseriding. yes i am totally serious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7. do a split! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;which means i can get an A for sit and reach so i can pass my NAPFA test.oh speaking of which, did you know i FAILED mine this yr?! all coz of that huge F for sit and reach. the rest A you know. wah heart pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8. get atiqah a boyfriend before she's 17. then i get free lunch! woohoooo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(inside deal: the first to get attached before 17 treats the other lunch! haha it's so obvious im gonna get my free lunch (: )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9. somersault on a trampoline. i always wanted to do that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10. travel all overr the worrrld to watch whales and befriend dolphins :P. and try glorious food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;11. sneak into an NC16 movie BEFORE i'm 16. hai i know im too short but no harm trying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;12. get red contacts and dye my hair white. or those with the dollar-sign on it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;13. watch the whole series of house, princess hours, ed, ghost whisperer etc etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;14. lie down on a dark dark beach and gaze at the beautiful stars... hai im such a romantic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;15. grow to be 160cm! 6 cm. i can do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;16. if i cant, then maybe leg extensions will work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;17. learn to drive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;18. then get a car and take a loooong aimless road trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;19.&lt;em&gt; understand&lt;/em&gt; physics. now that's tough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;20. complete this list? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;woooh. i must get started. one day. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-116143280049477994?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116143280049477994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=116143280049477994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116143280049477994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116143280049477994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-dont-wanna-friend-my-friend-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-116134047398263015</id><published>2006-10-20T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T03:35:33.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;im back baby! wooh. obs was okay i guess. doesnt change the fact that i still wanna sue the sch. (so jason, where's my lawyer?) wheeee ok anyway a lot of ppl will be posting looong looong posts abt obs. that's why u shld read theirs not mine. no point repeating (plus i lazy ah). oh alright if u insist, some short points. i learnt valuable lessons~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. appears that the rumours are true; human beings do need food and water to live. even if it does taste like chlorine. shocking, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. my friend always knocks on the door then runs away. cheat my fealings. (meaning: i keep having cramps. but my period still hasnt come.) okay unnecessary info&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. dikir songs and gossips help make kayaking and hiking bearable. thanks iz:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. we also talk abt pizzas, mamee monster, macs. wait. this actually doesnt help. it just makes me hungrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i dreamt abt my tablet last night. maaan that was freaky. of all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. scandals will be scandals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya update another time la. i was in the same grp as izyan, so im sure she got loads to say :D&lt;br /&gt;so i fasted 4 outta 5 days. very tiring and wooh. but anyway i guess the most impt lesson of all, even when we're suffering, there will always be someone suffering more somewhere else :( sad news greeted us when we got back. totally blew our mood. so now we dont know what to feel. sad or.. happy? oh wells. to all the ppl in singapore, i really really missed u guys :( must update me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and duhh thanks to barker for making obs well, obs. :D barker's the love woohoooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-116134047398263015?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116134047398263015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=116134047398263015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116134047398263015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116134047398263015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-back-baby-wooh.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-116090775339933504</id><published>2006-10-15T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T03:22:33.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;why is everyone moving to LJ??? now i cant see their posts! (padahal only raihan). haha i spent dunno how long trying to figure out how to use raihan's myopenid.oh oh her username: everybodylovesraihan. -_-. haii that woman. anyway so i gave up nyehh. i'll try again laterr whee. speaking of her, she told me fun things abt obs so yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anyway i found the fire starterrrs after going round and round and round shop and save. no wonder shoppers are skinny. shopping, like any other form of excercise, is tiring. wooh. anyway. the firestarter is some cock brand(heeee). no im not being vulgar. the brand is 'cock'. hahaha i found that very amusing :P the box was covered in chinese/japanese writings. automatically i was like, "is it halal?" . then again im not gonna eat it (even though it smells of takoyaki) so heck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and i insist there's a tv at obs. according to atiqah, there's even a special channel: MTV Pulau Ubin. woooh. featuring cik pon singing my humps! wahaha. ok shut up. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;alrightys. im gonna shut up abt obs coz its boring and irritating. wish me luck ppl. and those lucky ducks who get to stay in sch, dont be naughty yea. wahh watching movies the whole week sounds much fun-ner than camping in the hutan.ohwell miss me ;) for ur souveniers, we're gonna pick up some dauns and sign on it. can? hahaaa jk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh and aisha dont u dare watch princess hours without me. i just found out it was a korean movie yest and the guys sepet2 pon HOT you. hahaaa. sorry i cant resist men in uniform. umm prince outfit considered uniform right? lalala~ oh shucks its 6. maybe. just maybe. i shld pack?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha rai just made another LJ account. helloser. i like that hahaaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-116090775339933504?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116090775339933504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=116090775339933504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116090775339933504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116090775339933504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/10/why-is-everyone-moving-to-lj-now-i.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-116082845577162501</id><published>2006-10-14T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T05:20:55.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;watched the hockey finals today! temasek hockey lost, 5 - 0. but at least they ended by defending the last short corner! yay them (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically there's this one guy, no. 24 (yes iz 24) frm the ORA (that's the other team right??) who scored the first 3 goals. tall skinny indian guy zoom zoom and suddenly scores goals. irritating ah. then when huzer &lt;s&gt;dived under his legs&lt;/s&gt; (HAHA sounds wrong) okay knocked him down me and nad took a happy photo on impulse cos we're happy. budden he came back soon aft to wreak havoc again. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was wondering what ORA stands for anyway. the Old Raffles Association since most are rafflesians. but cannot be coz got this cute small young boy playing. no. 22! nice number. he's so short and small compared to the other players. i think he's lower sec haha. so cute. then gt others like 41.. haha ok dahlah. so maybe it's Oriental Raffles Aliens or sth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh anyways i wanna watch more games! they're cool wooh. (and it's not cos of the boys kay). look at how they play. very educational. yup. im serious! haha fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yayy temasek hockey :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiii anyway supposed to go buka at cousin's hse today. but loooong story. mum was nagging nagging at my choice of clothes, even aft i specially piicked them out properly (the looosest shirt and jeans i cld find i swear). cos of that i missed my aunt by 2 minutes; she left without me. eventually i got so irritated i decided it was too troublesome to go since i dress too skimpily. yup baggy long sleeved shirt and shapeless jeans are very skimpy right. that means those wearing tubes and bikinis are naked ah. bahh mood spoil hai so ate instant noodles at home -_-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm maybe its my friend knocking on the door, if u know what i mean ;) well i hope she breaks down the door soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i agree with aida. what the hell is a solid fuel tablet? or fire starter? fire starter : things that start fire. ya the many many leaves and twigs that can be found in the hutan start snow right? no wonder they ask us to pack our own fire starters. oh oh and cos of obs im gonna miss my first ever gym training. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;man. illogical arguements and frequent irritation. confirm pms. so come already.&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/18866581-116082845577162501?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116082845577162501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=116082845577162501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116082845577162501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116082845577162501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/10/watched-hockey-finals-today-temasek.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-116074094076031188</id><published>2006-10-13T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T05:12:48.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>busy day (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;whoa such a busy busy day todayy. and im tired tired. wooh weakling. but anyways, it started off horribly. with 1E losing the 100 smiles photo comp :( yea congrats 1D! (you owe us i dont care) but it's just saddening you know. knowing that for once we did sth before the deadline, not last minute like.. yea. we were super enthu and all.for once.but oh well. i pity aida who i guess sacrificed the most most most :Dlike super late nights and delaying hw. dont worry girlie, you did goooood (: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1E is a smart, caring, appreciative class, they should know what to do. ok&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;they dont, just in case, i'll suggest a few things : treat treat treat. (ok was that obvious? haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh to make it worse then came results *drumrolls*. i got nth to hide so here they areee folks.(but i'll put it really really tiny coz i dont really want to see)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maths: fail&lt;br /&gt;LA: pass&lt;br /&gt;chem: pass&lt;br /&gt;bio: pass (barely) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;physics: wahaha fail la what else &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;malay: PASS wooohoooots.but just. cikgu is nt happy. she thinks i have bf. and yes my good good 6 friends backed me up by saying i did. -_-. sigh. what are friends for right. (i dont btw) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;then then we helped in the malay board/booth wtv. haha i like the bunga mangga. so shiny shiny and silvery. then we camwhored wahaha. I WANT PICS IZ HONEHH. then iz, warda and i went to help with the hockey board (yea we have a hockey board nad). its pretty pretty. haha. oh god and dinie has spastic vids of me. DELETE DELETE. i swear if you put on youtube i'll shave your head. and give ur hair to mr see. no wait he has hair already. darn. haha and ati's surprise tak jadi. i was so scared they were gonna push me into the koi pond or sth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so aft that we were sitting ard watching performances when *jeng jeng jeng* i lost my wallet! ( i still rem iz. or was it ati. saying "naaaaadh" in that haiyoooo tone). wahh panic. run here run there run everywhere till we lost iz,ati,dinie, warda, aida. then giving up, me and nad decide to go to the GO *jeng jeng jeng agaaiiin*. but then guess who was inside the GO when i wanted to check? *jeng jeng jeng jengggggg againnn* my MUM. of all people. blegh lucky they found it. one receptionist even wanted to give it to my mum :/ . aaah. wheeee thanks nad for running ard and coming to the GO with meee.yay you're such a darling&lt;3! oh but no thanks for telling mrs noordin that "nadh-comes-to-sch-late-everyday-coz-she-goes-to-meet-her-bf-first!" -_-. ah a bit the unnecessary (and untrue). haha but who cares! i have my wallet baaack wahaha *jeng jeng.. k dah penat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so next im all happy and playing hockey. and taking jumpshots with nad,iz and nad's friend nissaaa! oh which means I WANT THE PICS NAD. yay. ok thats it hari raya money + savings goes to buying a sexy new slimwhim camera with a huge lovely LCD screen of my own. (or alternatively, any reasonable camera i can afford) wooh. i wonder if they have blue ones. or maybe pink. or orannge? haha wheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TMR HOCKEY FINAAALS. yay i cant wait.ooh fluorescent green ball! so exciting. im high can you tell. lalalala. busybusy dayyy. OH ghost whisperer toniiiight. ok cfrm dah gile. im just happy i gt my darling wallet. :)))) ok im tired and bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s. bands bands. i so wanna learn guitar. i dunno how ppl can learn by themselves. gah. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-116074094076031188?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116074094076031188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=116074094076031188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116074094076031188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116074094076031188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/10/busy-day.html' title='busy day (:'/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-116057913629697287</id><published>2006-10-11T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T08:05:36.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;went to bazaar today with iz (: takde kerje eh. sorry we had to walk round and round ah izy. im nt the best person when it comes to direction ya know. man it was hot and dizzy(rhymes with izy!). besides the hotness and flirtatious pakciks, it was okay. food looks yum though. nice kebayas too! but i dont think mum trusts my taste. so i shld go with her next time (: and they were playing techno songs?! haha and abba. so weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;got my dendengs car-tee-rah and that takoyaki thingy haha. im gonna eat some later~ (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anyway when i got home i complained how dizzy and tired i was. and mum commented "Pergi geylang dah penat. OBS macam mane?" at first i didnt bother. nags automatically go in one ear and out the other. like 10 seconds later it hit me hard hard in the face. i was like oh yea, she's actually right. shit obs is gonna suck. you know if it wasnt for puasa i wld be hyped up right now! i hope they either put us in the same grp or the haze goes up so bad they have to postpone to syawal (aft ramadhan syawal right?). but fat hope ah. god if you love me please grant me either one of these. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and mr lau just sent the most demoralizing email: Please bring your maths question papers on friday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;uh oh that cant be good. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHA oh i almost forgot. azri got lost at KEMBANGAN today. hahaha how unglam is that. thats like 2 stops from tanah merah. i laughed at him. then dad just had to say "at least he didnt get lost in great world city at 11pm..." wow great. spoil the fun ayah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-116057913629697287?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116057913629697287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=116057913629697287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116057913629697287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116057913629697287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/10/went-to-bazaar-today-with-iz-takde.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-116046704557067522</id><published>2006-10-10T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T00:59:07.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THERE'S AN ANT IN MY SCREEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea IN. like like when you tap the screen it doesnt squirm and drop dead? its MOVING aaah. freakyyy. its prolly because of the screen sheet cover thingy but still it looks like its INSIDE my computer eating up all my sweet pictures. booo. *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand fujitsu tablets produce ants anyway. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheeee i made cookies. i have no idea if it's edible and hafiz wont give me a straight answer :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: nice?&lt;br /&gt;hafiz: nice!&lt;br /&gt;me: really?&lt;br /&gt;hafiz: no not nice&lt;br /&gt;me: huh. ok you say not nice cannot take anymore ah&lt;br /&gt;hafiz: eh nice nice *cheeky smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha but who cares. the kids are like human versions of dustbins. they'll finish up anything that's sweet, junk and edible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheee i cant wait for jalan raya~ the people the friends the atmosphere the kuihs the junk food the kuihs the money the kuihs the money the ketupats the rendang the kuihs. did i say kuihs and money? hahaha kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH I FOUND MY SCLUB 7 CD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cover. hahaha. i know i was like so happy then when i open some dunno what pokemon cd inside?! grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alahai i still gt bio report :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-116046704557067522?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116046704557067522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=116046704557067522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116046704557067522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116046704557067522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/10/theres-ant-in-my-screen-yea-in.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-116041440537132818</id><published>2006-10-10T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T10:20:05.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was super bored today-yesterday. its 1am now?yea and so i made another blog. visit if u can but its a virgin be careful (that means no spamming ahem ahem.wait.why do i bother.) &lt;a href="http://iseeyou-.blogspot.com"&gt;http://iseeyou-.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no im not changing blog. this is just extra (: nights. or morning. wtv&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-116041440537132818?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116041440537132818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=116041440537132818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116041440537132818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116041440537132818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-was-super-bored-today-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-116038863741628505</id><published>2006-10-09T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T03:10:37.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Alright, you may go." AAAH i literally jumped off the chair i was so happy (no matter how much i really really screwed the geog paper. and how my hand ached. but nvm that) and hug here hug there scream here scream there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;went all the way to vivo city to err "celebrate" haha. with iz ati dinie! ok unless u have allowance of $928298308 u shouldnt bother going there. okay fine only 60% of the shops open. but still. all the err prada-prada brands la. even though i did not see a prada shop i am pretty certain there is one somewhere amidst the glittery flooors (yea advised to bring sunglasses to shield ur eyes from the blinding shiny glittery floor). all the err timberland and those-hard-to-pronounce-frenchamagigs brands fall under the prada-prada category. u geddit. oh well. we got bored cos gt all nice foods but yea. and we got high at some departmental store like madwomans.then ended up going all the way back to bedok lib. nyehh what a weird celebration. but who cares (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh oh and ok ok i tell you sth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want to bake tomorrow.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;did you laugh? cos i swear its not funny. aida and dinie seem to think its the most hilarious thing in the world. eh i can bake okay. why does everyone think i'll burn down the kitchen? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this has nth to do with the fact i was banned frm the kitchen in tkgs during IAP. i still have no idea why!! i cld have sworn i was a delightful home ec student! lol ok dahlah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ok whats next. i'll totally ignore the fact that i have a bio report due and obs next wk, and i shall start planning what tv shows to watch and what to bake and what to do etc etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh yea GOOD LUCK nadiah harun bte marsha. sanggup she call me evil on her blog? im being so nice la wth. i even offered to watch hot chicks with her! ok whatever. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lalalala~ im happy happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-116038863741628505?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116038863741628505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=116038863741628505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116038863741628505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116038863741628505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/10/alright-you-may-go.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-116021771409572593</id><published>2006-10-07T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T03:41:54.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;haze haze go away&lt;br /&gt;come again never never leh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey it rhymes(: born poeeet ah wooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually in fact, after looking at the amount of hist and geog stuffs to cover today, i've decided i want the haze to stay, coz i dont want school on monday! (see rhymes again!) anyway yes so ppl, tune in to channel 5 news/ newsasia/ &lt;s&gt;bbc/ cnn/&lt;/s&gt; (eh they arent sg channels) suria / kids central for any news of the closing of schools. then once the news is out, someone pls sms me coz &lt;s&gt;i'll be too lazy to watch in the first place&lt;/s&gt; i'll be studying. ahah right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the last i saw, according to Kid's Central, the PSI was 130. good news good news.keep burning, indonesia.or phillipines. who cares. i'll burn my maths notes now if it helps. (im kidding dont sue)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so just a reminder. dont miss your prayers today. solat hajat/tarawih/maghrib/tahjjud/syukur/dhuha/sunat isyak and all the solats in the world. together we can make school CLOSE. and then i dont have to take history and geog papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alamak 6.30pm. i havent solat asar. :P byee~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-116021771409572593?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116021771409572593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=116021771409572593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116021771409572593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116021771409572593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/10/haze-haze-go-away-come-again-never.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-116013760911750335</id><published>2006-10-06T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T05:32:24.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;guys tell weird lies :S. hilarious even. omg i couldnt stop laughing. apparently im someone's ex without knowing it. hahahaha its the funniest thing!!and im not mad. i told aisha just now and she laughed too okay. alright long story short,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gf of guy tells my cousin that guy is my ex. guy tells gf weird stories of how i got angry and broke up for the stupidest reasons. cousin tells me. i laugh my ass off. haha funny funny i can die of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in actual fact i've never actually spoken an actual sentence to him in my 6 yrs of primary school life. see a relationship with him would be as impossible as a horse citing newton's 3rd law.talk about random and ridiculous. haha the full story is in my head~ but its freakyy too. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha thanks hanisah for making me laugh yesterday. see coz of u i didnt study peribahasa :P but its ok ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-116013760911750335?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116013760911750335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=116013760911750335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116013760911750335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116013760911750335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/10/hahaha-guys-tell-weird-lies-s.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-116002733727283941</id><published>2006-10-05T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T23:28:17.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHA its overr (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only qn i rem frm physics: &lt;em&gt;the farmer orders the horse to pull a cart. the horse &lt;u&gt;argues&lt;/u&gt; blabla and &lt;u&gt;cites Newton's 3rd law&lt;/u&gt; bla bla bla..... convince the horse to pull the cart. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;answers we wanted to put:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- horses cant talk!&lt;br /&gt;- i'll give u a carrot if you move&lt;br /&gt;- HEY horseyy, did you know that...&lt;br /&gt;- hee haw hee haw neigh neigh 3rd law neigh hor. &lt;--- in horse language, ms choo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea a bunch of us were laughing our heads off in between the papers. ok yay tmr malay i wanna sleep :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-116002733727283941?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/116002733727283941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=116002733727283941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116002733727283941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/116002733727283941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/10/haha-its-overr-only-qn-i-rem-frm.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115996703482606663</id><published>2006-10-04T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T06:03:54.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;let me drown myself in selfpity for a moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;im shivering. the fan isnt on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my head hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;im tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my eyes can barely stay open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nth will stay inside my head &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it's so tempting to break down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and im physically and mentally drained trying not to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but i wont. cos i havent lost - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yet.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i need warm hugs:(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ok enough.man being sick sucks. now i know how it feels, iz. get well soon babe:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115996703482606663?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115996703482606663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115996703482606663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115996703482606663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115996703482606663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/10/let-me-drown-myself-in-selfpity-for.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115987665782404860</id><published>2006-10-03T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T04:59:08.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"nashrah's so dumb, she tried to arrange m&amp;amp;ms in alphabetical order."&lt;/em&gt; trust azri to come up sth like that at the most randomest of times. yea he's the one who told me the bar joke.haha that was funny.oh and not forgetting racist jokes. tsk. and he gets paid to study (totally unrelated but i cant get over this. it makes no sense)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh just now aft paper 1 i lost my ezlink card.i thought maybe i dropped it on the way to the toilet. serene told me to tell a teacher. so i did. then aft paper 2 i casually put my hand in my jacket pockets and guess what i found? i dead shrivelled up baby lizard. oh and my card. so paiseh i rushed out so the tchr wldnt seee lalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of lizards im staying away frm my room now. coz THERE'S A LIZARD somewhere(!!!!). yest i was jumping on the bed coz i thought it was on the floor. though now i think abt it it might be on the table. eeeeks. cockroach i dont mind. lizard i mind. i still rem primary sch during the pledge or sth a lizard crawled up aisha's leg. aaaah i wld have freaked k. well she did scream. haha i thought it was funny. but serious why u all not scared of lizard? they're so slimy with big big beady eyes that look like they'll pop out if u squeeze em. and their wagging detached tails. so freaky *shivers*. dunno who (aida or dinie i think) said the lizard's more scared of me than i of him. I DONT THINK SOOOO. its prolly plotting some evil plot to plot a tan3x graph or sth. oh the horrooorr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya might as well reply ati's tag here: haha. its ok, u dont have to lie to urself to make it easier (: just admit it, u'll miss me :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115987665782404860?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115987665782404860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115987665782404860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115987665782404860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115987665782404860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/10/nashrahs-so-dumb-she-tried-to-arrange.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115976991038506945</id><published>2006-10-01T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T23:19:14.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:( . i cant believe i wasted 6 marks unintentionally and 17 +++++ marks intentionally ++++ booooooo. :( . but stupid la. revision qns on trigo and log berlambak abeh keluar setotet let. like one qn. then topic yg takde revision qns keluar berhujan-hujan cam kepale-hotak-cikgu-maths-bocor-takde-plug-ke-pe-nanti-tchrs-day-aku-belikan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh i wrote in malay wth!! ahahah :P im amused :D haha. i was cursing in my head throughout the papers and when i wasnt cursing, my head was singing no promises. serious. :/ but its over and i already warned mum im gonna fail so yea. haha. LA next. uh oh coz i havent finish reading MOV. but i bought HHIGHLIGHTERS so that'll motivate me to reaaad. pink blue green yellow. yayy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok but now i need sleep. oh and am i dead for sciences too? yup, i suppose so. ohwell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115976991038506945?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115976991038506945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115976991038506945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115976991038506945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115976991038506945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115970082423536626</id><published>2006-10-01T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T04:07:04.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay it's approximately 16 minutes to breaking fast so while waiting, might as well blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala maths is what? tmr? man i feel unprepared. and seriously i didnt even do ONE maths qn today ah. tried to do linear law but failed miserably. so i sat down with ayah who &lt;em&gt;tried&lt;/em&gt; to teach me physics. that didnt go too well either. the siting-down-session was full of "huhh????"s ,"whaat?!"s and more huhhwhaat?s followed by blur blank looks of disbelief cos i refuse to absorb the concepts. ohwell for these eoys, pass redi i happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOKING ON THE BRIGHT SIDE (yes despite the ohh-noo-im-gonna-fail-maths syndrome there is a small tiny  light shining at the end of this awfully long dark dull tunnel. even if its a small penlight (: ) where was i? oh right i bought a new calculator!! i went century sq (see told u i didnt study) with dinie who needed to buy calculator batts. yalah all because of hafiz who drew on the screen with gold pen i cant see the decimal pts! anyway it was cheap 15 bucks yo. lalala. then while walking pass macs someone shouted my name! it turned out to beee.. hamiza!i waved haha i miss that woman (: so cute. okay dah buka byeeee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck. i need it badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and gd luck to everyone else!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115970082423536626?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115970082423536626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115970082423536626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115970082423536626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115970082423536626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/10/okay-its-approximately-16-minutes-to.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115959084699127968</id><published>2006-09-29T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T21:37:25.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yest went to the lib with aida,dinie,nad,iz,ati (: as usual ati dinie went mad as usual. iz was sick aww poor thing. i would have given you my snow white tissue. aida smartass la. nad i want ur hady badge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY THEN RIGHT. YOU KNOW TODAY'S MY BIRTHDAY~&lt;br /&gt;really. 7 ramadhan. my mum wont let me forget it cos because of me she have to bayar byk byk like 23 days. wahh. haha. so happy birthday to me:):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and happy belated to iz. happy belated to ati. happy advanced to aisha (3 months + 3 days time) (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY ANYWAY if you want to watch a sweet sweet sad movie i recommend IF ONLY. it is soooo sooo sad :( like the bf dies for the girl *faints* haha. then then the guy is so so sweeet because because he says and does these awfully sweet sweet things. and he cries (no he's so not gay) and his eyes are so blue blue. actually he's not that cute or anything but but the show made him HOT. :) like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3275/1856/1600/NICHOLLS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3275/1856/320/NICHOLLS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Nicholls (: alah this pic black and white cannt see his blue blue eyes. anyway yea nt thaaat hot but in the show he's sweeet.just ask izyan. i can just melt staring into those blue blue eyes. *hyperventilates* .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then right i found a suiting nice song for this movie. No Promises by shayne ward. the music video is abt this dead guy who sings to her gf but she cant hear blabla. its so If Only + Ghost whisperer-ish. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay enough. ccan u tell im high? haha alah maths calling~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115959084699127968?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115959084699127968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115959084699127968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115959084699127968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115959084699127968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/09/yest-went-to-lib-with.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115936989787429322</id><published>2006-09-27T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T08:13:34.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;atiqah and dinie went mad in the library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got gossip to share~ first come first serve. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got our sexy orange jerseyys :):) (right now, anything that doesnt look like th sg flag is hot) complete with NAME and stuff. best part is, its not RED and the number's arent a universe apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wireless in library's mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a font creator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently madness is contagious iz and i caught it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i called sarpinos to reserve a table for 4 but i forgot to give my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt matter cos 4 of us ate at banquet in the end. char siew rice :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my way home a lady sighs. i turn for a sec and just continue walking. theeen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lady:&lt;/strong&gt; hey, your (bag) strap is falling off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; ohh yeah i know. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lady&lt;/strong&gt;: let's hope it will last till you get home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; yea it's always been like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lady:&lt;/strong&gt; ahh (looking unconvinced)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; the bag's very old&lt;br /&gt;(the weird part) &lt;strong&gt;lady:&lt;/strong&gt; and how do you define old? one year? few months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was kind of shocked. what kind of qn is that?! i swear she was like mocking me as if we teenagers get bored of our things aft 2 seconds or sth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; im nt sure. its not mine its my father's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lady &lt;/strong&gt;(obviously paiseh. i think. &lt;em&gt;i hope&lt;/em&gt;): oh okay then. see you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its nt that weird. but.. it is! to me.i mean who goes up to a person and tells them their bag is torn?! like im so blur i wldnt notice a tear that big. seriously, the tear's so big that the styrofoam in the strap was showing and there were shreds of threads sticking out. i wonder what she would say if she i still had safety pins holding it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and if i wasnt so nice i wld have said frankly that the beige suit makes her look fat and it wldnt hurt to dab on a little makeup. &lt;s&gt;"excuse me, i think your face is drooping. i hope most of it lasts till you get home (:" and maybe add that her pants are unzipped (even though they arent) for a finishing touch :D&lt;/s&gt; ok alamak im so mean. pshshsss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115936989787429322?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115936989787429322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115936989787429322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115936989787429322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115936989787429322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/09/atiqah-and-dinie-went-mad-in-library-i.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115928301690215209</id><published>2006-09-26T22:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T08:03:36.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ok forget sad post. convo with aida kept me laughing like shit. it's so random. oh she started it by the way. (sorry most in mly. if u ask me then i translate~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aida &amp; Aidan(: says:&lt;br /&gt;oi gosok gigi lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nadh (: says:&lt;br /&gt;kau dah gile eh budak berminyak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aida &amp;amp; Aidan(: says:&lt;br /&gt;diam lah roti keju&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nadh (: says:&lt;br /&gt;gi batam cari pompan jumpe donkey abeh marah kat i ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aida &amp; Aidan(: says:&lt;br /&gt;aku tak jumpe pompan la jangan sebarang makan padi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aida &amp;amp; Aidan(: says:&lt;br /&gt;nanti mulut jadi ungu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aida &amp; Aidan(: says:&lt;br /&gt;nanti tak boleh pergi tuisyen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nadh (: says:&lt;br /&gt;eh tuisyen unglam la. gi new zealand makan sushi kan lebih bagos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aida &amp;amp; Aidan(: says:&lt;br /&gt;diam ah aku puasa dendeng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nadh (: says:&lt;br /&gt;puasa abeh nak naik motosikal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nadh (: says:&lt;br /&gt;ape seh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aida &amp;amp; Aidan(: says:&lt;br /&gt;eh relek ah nanti datang mambang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nadh (: says:&lt;br /&gt;aku dah chill dalam ice box nak relek pe. kau ah gi tangkap ketam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;i was like HAAHAH. k lame ah but funny got some more! :D hai weird girl. speaking of weird, iz also talked to me juz now and pretended to be a flirtatious aussie cousin :S haha. and atiqah &lt;s&gt;stole&lt;/s&gt; rescued my calculator yesterday and forgot to return it. i didnt realize it was missing till an hour ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115928301690215209?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115928301690215209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115928301690215209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115928301690215209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115928301690215209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/09/ok-forget-sad-post_26.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115927549179300300</id><published>2006-09-26T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T05:58:11.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:( i failed physics:( even though it was very much expected. but well it's just saddening to &lt;em&gt;actually see&lt;/em&gt; that mark staring back mockingly at you, ya know? hmm i think that makes it the second test i've failed this yr. my first being ahah err malay? unless LA quizzes are counted.  *shrugs*. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;haha im nt gonna say im depressed cos is studied so hard blablabla. ya well cos i didnt. i did maths hw to avoid studyin:P and watched tv the night before. ya so now come to think of it, i was asking for it. but hey, House is a must watch! im nt gonna miss an episode just cos of eoys okayy. hmmph. okay this whole i-got-9-for-physics has successfully switched on my rusty mugging switch (yea right thats why im blogging) and im in panic moode~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and bro caught me staring into space and said, "nadh's depressed!". i absentmindedly said, "nolah im just tired." didnt realize how true it actually was. i am physically and mentally drained. info overload? more like the lack of it. scary thought. well PE teacher's idea of light pe is running three rounds ard the track + situps etc. isnt actually well.. light. i'd like to see them go without food or water for a day and run rounds and survive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;moral: use a plug-ger (the ones used to plug bathtubs) to plug my brain to prevent info frm going down the drain. woots lame. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;uh-oh okay this can go on like forever. bio's calling. chem's screaming but i gagged it a million yrs ago. give me 10 reasons i shouldnt panic~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;haii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P.S. i told iz i missed writing :( and i might just write sth later. :) still i miss the times when i actually had time to write 10 000 word long stories. ya primary school. so free what. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and i dont highlight weirdly~k fine i do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115927549179300300?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115927549179300300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115927549179300300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115927549179300300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115927549179300300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-failed-physics-even-though-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115910064314604064</id><published>2006-09-24T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T05:24:52.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hii. ermm. hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya i wanna blog but there's nothing to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except two lucky orange and red ducks who are at sg idol!!!(which is on now~im loookiiing!) no fair. i hope hady wins:) and paul cute ah. he ugly but cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i swear its like i've just discovered tv. in 2 days i watched 2 movies. serious they're so cheesy and sweet i love em. esp when they cry its so depressing they leave me sniffing :( but i love :) my sis thinks im too sensitive. oh well whatever:) one was abt travelling pants and another's "Mom at 16".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still find it cool that me and ati typed: I just finished watching Mom at 16&lt;br /&gt;at the same time! like so random. of all movies and channels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it obvious im procastinating? so much for mugging lalala i only did 5 qns the whole day. yalah the eoys still a long way. like what, 8 days? thats still a million days away what. haiyo &lt;----- (this is a very lousy attempt at making myself feel better.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwellll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I GOT MY TABLET BACK. and and lucky i backup the stuffs. so i didnt lose my pics and music! ahahah. :) ya i saved it into an infected hard disk, but dad scanned and deleted the virus:) guess where the virus was! not in the movies, not in the songs but under the oh-so-wonderful folder called MATHS. nyehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh this doesnt change the fact that fujitsu sucks **** (puasa ah. censor a bit).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115910064314604064?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115910064314604064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115910064314604064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115910064314604064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115910064314604064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/09/hii.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115891482915841209</id><published>2006-09-22T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T01:47:10.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;remind me never ever EVER to eat leftover chicken left-over the fridge overnight (as in literally left ON top the fridge not in it) , along with ice cream and root beer for breakfast. hello diahorrea ~ now i know why the ppl in the kitchen were staring at me as if i just told them i was pregnant with siamese triplets or sth. yea very smart thing to do, eat rotten chicken early in the morn on the day of exam. thats just as bad as hammering fingers. only i dont get an mc. blegh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh right the exam. well, i played my heart out. quite amazing actually, i surprised myself.beautiful music flowing from my fingertips. i think i made the examiner tear.. :) i am so gonna pass. oh heck, distinction even!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;what really happened: piano rubbish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok sunday puasa later i taubat for lying. actually it sucked. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;like real bad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i stumbled everywhere; pieces, scales and i took five thousand yrs to figure out sightreading. i was taking so long i got myself irritated so i stareted playing any-o-how as if im the princess of majapahit. oh wait i am :) oh and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr. examiner: was that in major key or minor key?&lt;br /&gt;me (confidently) : major!&lt;br /&gt;mr examiner (raises eyebrow) : major?&lt;br /&gt;me: huh. uhh no no. i mean..minor..?&lt;br /&gt;mr examiner: hmm.. minor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like shiiiit. to myself la. anyway despite the screwups i came out smiling like an idiot cos its overrr and thats all that matters. YAYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enough piano rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;on a lighter note, I SENT MY TABLET TO FUNAN! yes finally. aft like 4 months suffering with its suicidal, womanizing, dirty-minded ways. i finally got off my lazyass to city hall to send that thing, and ended up eating ice cream (so my lazyass will get bigger) with ati and iz:) thanks iz eh, if not ati and i wld be like looking for fujitsu at serangoon or sth. :P . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;haha the dumb lazyass who pon school today now has homewoork :( . whee.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115891482915841209?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115891482915841209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115891482915841209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115891482915841209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115891482915841209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/09/remind-me-never-ever-ever-to-eat.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115876615342073219</id><published>2006-09-20T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T08:29:13.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>actually i promised myself i wldnt blog till aft piano exam, bt since when have i kept th promises i promised myself? almost always never :) speaking of which, i have a great idea how not to take the exam and get at least half of the refund! they need proper medical cert so i really need an injury. all i have to do is muster up courage to raise a hammer and crush my fingers. or one of them at least. sounds easy enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except im a coward. but my fingers are urs for the breaking. i'll leave it in a vulnerable position for anyone to say.. suddenly drop a bowling ball on em. :) haii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else is new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i think the computer virus, through electromagnetic means, somehow transferred to my body. really. now every computer i touch seemed to catch sth. like yest i used the comp upstairs just to download CHEM WS from the SCHOOL PORTAL (no porn sites i swear). then today my bro told me sth went wrong with it and blamed me. wahh im virus carrierr beware~ oooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i made a bet with mummy that may affect my love life :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- promos are making us go crazy :) like aida's shayne wayne from  spain. dinie's the princess of adiputra. ati's apparently a naked dayak frm madagascar. izyans the pariah state. and im the ruler frm majapahit woohoo. hello java princess. ya we're going mad la. trigo screwed our brains real bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- yes aidans are hot. aida and aidan go tgt. how on earth u gonna find a husband named aidan i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i dont like horatio frm csi miami! he act cool la! not coool :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i have fear of asam pedas. not cos its hot. cos its bloody red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and&lt;br /&gt;mum: trigo is fun and easy aft u practise!&lt;br /&gt;nadh: but i gt no time. still gt chem bio blablabla&lt;br /&gt;mum: then see u chatting&lt;br /&gt;nadh: (trigo hw in front of me) huh oh i dunno how to do! help me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she came over and said she was gd at trigo. then while she was thinking and thinking i suddenly gt the ans. :) then she had to spoil my mood by saying i shld start studying 5 hrs a day. ya i know im the princess of java, but even tho i have all the java beans in the world to make 398379827 cups of coffee, my attention span will always be less than 15 minutes :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheee i cant wait till puasa so fun :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115876615342073219?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115876615342073219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115876615342073219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115876615342073219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115876615342073219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/09/actually-i-promised-myself-i-wldnt.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115832668148306034</id><published>2006-09-15T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T07:03:34.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAH. im online woohoots. on windows but who cares. okay instead of studying i've decided to post a major photo entry of th trip to msia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so it all started on wed morning. after travelling by 6 means of vehicles (car -&gt; plane -&gt; train -&gt; car -&gt; plane -&gt; van -&gt; boat -&gt; lorry ) and enduring a 3 hour delay, we finally got there. and camwhored. here comes piccies :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we snorkelled :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3275/1856/1600/whoosh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3275/1856/320/whoosh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img91.imageshack.us/my.php?image=errgoldfishvv7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="155" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" src="http://img91.imageshack.us/img91/5791/errgoldfishvv7.th.jpg" width="116" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img91.imageshack.us/my.php?image=badhairdosno2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;woo spas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img91.imageshack.us/my.php?image=badhairdosno2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" src="http://img91.imageshack.us/img91/4887/badhairdosno2.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bad hairdos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img175.imageshack.us/my.php?image=3yellows3de9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" src="http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/8930/3yellows3de9.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img97.imageshack.us/my.php?image=3yellowssq6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" src="http://img97.imageshack.us/img97/8306/3yellowssq6.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yoohoo take pic, and they turned. ok padahal i took the turned one first before the unturned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there were emo mats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img140.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dsc00027xl5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" src="http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/8015/dsc00027xl5.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img140.imageshack.us/my.php?image=emona7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" src="http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6032/emona7.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img140.imageshack.us/my.php?image=hunkwannabert1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;emo mat 1 emo mat 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img140.imageshack.us/my.php?image=hunkwannabert1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" src="http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/8952/hunkwannabert1.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;emo mat 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://img140.imageshack.us/my.php?image=pukeactuallynolahwashingbloodyh9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" src="http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/2467/pukeactuallynolahwashingbloodyh9.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;emo mat pukes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ok enough narcisstic (spell?) photos. here's the island itself. beautiful beach i love :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3275/1856/1600/DSC00012.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3275/1856/320/DSC00012.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3275/1856/1600/hullandisland.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="239" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3275/1856/320/hullandisland.0.jpg" width="202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i open the door and this is what i see.                   from a boat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3275/1856/1600/actuallygreen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3275/1856/320/actuallygreen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3275/1856/1600/wheeees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3275/1856/320/wheeees.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;blue blue water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3275/1856/1600/umbrella!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3275/1856/320/umbrella%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i got loads more but it took me ages to upload these. now msn's crazy, making ppl look offline but they swear they're not! :S and everyone's  busy mugging and im bored :( its no fun. except for shirleen low who invited me to watch pulse nxt week. hmm tempting. another insane soul like me:) oh yea cos IAN's acting haha. as shirleen put it, he's being "resurrected" (since he died in lost). haha funny woman.  ohwells ghost whisperer's startinggg ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i go, lets say a little prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;may the comp have no more obscene cina popups after i puasa tmr. amin.&lt;/em&gt; (there were none today!! *jumps ard excitedly* )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115832668148306034?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115832668148306034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115832668148306034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115832668148306034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115832668148306034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/09/lorry-and-enduring-3-hour-delay-we.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115823725715202995</id><published>2006-09-14T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T05:34:17.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sad. this is prolly the last post till god knows when. no no it's not cos of EOYs. screw that. there are far (believe it or not) worse and impt things than mere exams-that-will-determine-my-combi-which-in-turn-will-determine-what-i-do-in-the-future. liiike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;having not one but two sick infected comps! i dunno how long this one will go sane before it goes beserk like my tablet. bahh. now im famous for &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;obscene &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;cina popups. JP tells everyone i watch porn :S eeyer.haha i dont know how they got there i swear. actually i do la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;see, i was diligently backing up my files, transferring stuff from virus-infected-tablet to hard drive. then i stupidly stuck that infected thing into my comp(sounds wrong?haha). voila cina popups. and msn cant work:(. sometimes.unless im lucky. blogger too. ok sad boring story. blahhh. looks like im wireless-less (that means i have no wireless. then its wire?? eh no i dunno). oh well. tooodleees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115823725715202995?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115823725715202995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115823725715202995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115823725715202995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115823725715202995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/09/sad.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115797331207381613</id><published>2006-09-11T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T05:25:12.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my memory sucks so bad that if we didnt sing the national anthem every morning, i'd probably think we're in timbaktu or sth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;im serious. i have a new and improved proof to add to my "work-is-not-meant-to-be-done-more-than-24-hours-before-deadline" theory. nothing good comes out of it, i swear. first it was the trigo hw i did early that prolly got abducted by aliens from mars or sth, and now its malayy. haha long story, short. i sorta finished it early (very early. even for me. like before elec wk started) and ended up forgetting its existence till cikgu rang me up during the hols. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;if only she rang me up earlier and not 9pm the night before i was going overseas. bad bad karma. okay so i handed in today:P got 4 marks deducted. i'd probably fail the paper with or without the 4 marks anyway so i couldnt really care less~ haha oh oh but the class was funny. cikgu was like "okay so how many marks you want to deduct?". and but of course brilliant IP students always come up with brilliant ways of deciding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;they did open numbers and took the average :P fair enough :)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yea like when we cant decide what to eat, we use scissors paper stones to decide. brilliant no? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;haha anyway on top of that i forgot about discrimination forum supposed to be done before sept hols.also my 'origin of money' compre.dumdeedum now where did i put that..? see my memory sucks straws. expecting a scolding frm ms ying tmr oh nooo. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EH DAH BUKA. yay blogging makes time go faster. yay yay. im gonna eat now :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[edittt]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;moral of the story: wooh dah buka i should go eat :)) 5 more days yea man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(i was so excited that i started to solat maghrib without taking wudhu. :P haha) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and now msn's not working. how boring the internet is when msn is wacko and there's no updated blogs to read. nyehh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;work = tablet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tablet = not working &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;not working = tv &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.: work = not working = tv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;im so gonna pass maths. can you tell? :) yea ok so hello tv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115797331207381613?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115797331207381613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115797331207381613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115797331207381613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115797331207381613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-memory-sucks-so-bad-that-if-we.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115787862643817827</id><published>2006-09-10T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T02:58:03.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'd love to blog about my trip (and pretty pics!) but the second i came back i realized i have like whoaaa work to do. seriously when i saw the amt i was like. whoaaa. ok ok so so i have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- do script for ppt of 60 slides&lt;br /&gt;- malay blog&lt;br /&gt;- mly wb&lt;br /&gt;- LA research and essay&lt;br /&gt;- SS essay&lt;br /&gt;- bio essay (1500 words!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all i can rem. actually i wanted to write this down somewhere so i can refer later on. wheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh i've been tagged by izyan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. Press forward for each question.&lt;br /&gt;3. Use the song title for each question even if it doesnt make sense. NO CHEATING!&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 5 people at their tagboard to ask them to do this!&lt;br /&gt;5. Bold the questions and with the answers, give your own comments on how it relates to the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How are you feeling today?&lt;br /&gt;Take Me Away - Avril lavigne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes please i want to be taken away from work! oh yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you get far in life?&lt;br /&gt;Angguk-angguk, geleng-geleng - Ahli Fiqir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. yes yes no no? means maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do your friends see you?&lt;br /&gt;Tarzan and Jane - Aqua&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG i was afraid this wld come out. thanks to fir who sent me this song grr. oi im not some half-naked swinging gorilla kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you get married?&lt;br /&gt;Hantaran Puteri Gunung Warisan - Dikir Barat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;eh this is freaky. izyan gt the same answer too. hmm. EH im NOT gettin married to fir or anyone like him thanks. no offence izyan :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your best friend's theme song?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing Hurts like love - Daniel Bedingfield&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no since when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the story of your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Out of the Blue - delta goodrem&lt;br /&gt;so my life isnt blue. that means its anything but sad? i hope its pink. or black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How can you get ahead in life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stick to the Status Quo - High School Musical&lt;br /&gt;how ironic. to get ahead i must stay the way i am. okay. the slacker who has 1500 word essay to do but wants to do this surveythinger. yup easy enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the best thing about your friends?&lt;br /&gt;Cant help falling - Swim Shadys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err they cant help falling for me?naturally :) haha thats good i guess yay. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's in store for this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;Summer Love - Grease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;woooh im looking forward to this!(okay i'll ignore the fact that i have 8 hrs of weekend left.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What song describes you?&lt;br /&gt;Breaking Free - High School musical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i wanna break free frm the clutches of BIOO. oooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To describe your grandparents?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Superman - Five for fighting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know this songs existed. oh yea so they're superdudes woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How is your life going?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boulevard of Broken Dreams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH thats sad. well its true in a way. but eeyeer its so creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What song will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;Pop Princess - The Click five&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. how umm. interesting,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How does the world see you?&lt;br /&gt;She Will Be Loved - Maroon 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww how sweet. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you have a happy life?&lt;br /&gt;99 Colours in her hair - mcfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ahh.. yes? 99 yeses? OH i know. i will if i dye my hair 99 colours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do people secretly lust after you?&lt;br /&gt;Geek In The Pink - Jason Mraz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so the geek in the pink does. i wonder who's wearing pink now. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How can I make myself happy?&lt;br /&gt;Puzzle of My heart - Westlife&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do puzzles! of someone's heart? uh yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What should you do with your life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She's a Rebel - Greenday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebel! no homework!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes - Westlife&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(eh i shldnt have burned warda's westlife cd to my comp. grr.) anyway all i have to do is close my eyes and i get children. erm they didnt say when(and what i must be doing)when closing my eyes right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay. i shld get erm started. woohoo im so dead :P blehh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115787862643817827?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115787862643817827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115787862643817827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115787862643817827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115787862643817827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/09/id-love-to-blog-about-my-trip-and.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115745570354932364</id><published>2006-09-05T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T06:15:57.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;came back from outing with 2e9 girlies! some of them anyway. okay 7. the usual void-deck gang? walked around, went swensens. jakon :P haha they used to crack me up and they still do &lt;3 making noise in mrt and pretending to be rgs/nus high girls&lt;br /&gt;khai: eh, how the bio-medical homework?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D funny people. i love. should go out more often yea? send me pics nadiraah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i havent finish packing. aand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the flight's at 8.30. which means i have to wake up at say.. &lt;s&gt;6?&lt;/s&gt; ..5! (i just found out) aaah nooo so early might as well stay up the whole night and sleep during the flight. which is actually kind of pointless cos it's only 45 minutes. hey its better than squeezing into a noisy car with 9 others. nuh-uh. but one problemo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- did i ever mention im scared of planes? call me paranoid but im just freaking scared :( . booo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- there goes my hols. so much for mugging and hanging with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- but hey hello sand and beaches (hopefully not stingrays)~ bringing stuffs to "study" but look at my face u think i study? siao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay so bye bye darlings~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to aisha, nad, zahh, khai, fad, rai : thanks for today babes. i had fun~ :D I WANT MORE BANANA CRUMBLEEE! and that dry ice earthquake. thanks to u guys im officially broke :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to minaHips lol i havent forgotten you duhh (and since im bored and lazy to pack) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aida:&lt;/strong&gt; STOP studying la pls. i know hitler damn hot. but i hotter=P heh bye budak benang G :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ati:&lt;/strong&gt; eh, u stop flirting with the banglas i tell you. save some of ali's tongkat for the plants. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dinie:&lt;/strong&gt; you also stop mugging! i buy you cup from m'sia k, u wait :) haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iz:&lt;/strong&gt; OI I SO WANNA SEE YOUR HAIR. grrrr. :D i bet its hot. &lt;s&gt;like me&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;marsha:&lt;/strong&gt; eh behave yourself. im serious. stop flirting with mat officials k. geez :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;warda&lt;/strong&gt;: eh physics assessment bks ex la, dont buy. jesse's MINE babe :) haha bye mama bird~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna miss you all&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115745570354932364?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115745570354932364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115745570354932364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115745570354932364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115745570354932364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/09/came-back-from-outing-with-2e9-girlies.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115718580621130686</id><published>2006-09-02T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T04:17:59.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm in love~. looks like i've found my prince charming! Prince Aidan. *sigh* he's so cute omg. his name stylo some more. Aidan and Nadh. Nadh and Aidan. haha and here he is~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img138.imageshack.us/img138/8157/dsc00024sf5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/1373/dsc00027dk6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i love his brown brown eyes. and yes im pretty sure he's a boy. i think. i thought he was a girl at first. ohwells. my pretty boy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's myy nephew or cousin frm KL.so cute i cant stand it. that's why i lay down. beside him *jumps ard excited*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2711/dsc00029zg6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k i shall be paedophilic (spelling?) and post lots and lots of pics~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img240.imageshack.us/img240/3791/dsc00033sj4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dimple?! *faints*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/3599/dsc00026wg9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/1869/dsc00031nf1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yea i dunno what i was doing. apparently he doesnt either haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img157.imageshack.us/img157/8034/dsc00030copyqt6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my pretty cousin and aidan. eh i jealous she gt nice photo with him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img116.imageshack.us/img116/9084/dsc00039pg8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;haha k enoughhh. im bored can you tell lalala. im nt going out till mon. how sad :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img153.imageshack.us/img153/51/dsc00040zd4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;k last promise yay &lt;3  i want another baby bro/sis! reminds me of convo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad (reading newspapers): birth rate in singapore declining...&lt;br /&gt;mum: see, i told you! another one but you dont want.&lt;br /&gt;me: mummyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;dad: eh, we already did our part eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nw i agree with mum :P haha no ah but cannt redi. k lah off to do. er malay? but i wanna play with him some more! oh and yalah kesiankan atiqah nye pasal ask me post pic of her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/3042/dsc00005jm0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nahh. ya we all know u jambu la :D happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh and hi nad hijacked anyone's wireless yet?? :P whee &lt;/strong&gt;haha ya i know i suck lalala~ im in love &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115718580621130686?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115718580621130686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115718580621130686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115718580621130686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115718580621130686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-in-love.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115712623840530506</id><published>2006-09-01T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T08:57:18.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>new skin! yayy credits to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nadirah noordin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who did this out of nowhere without my telling her to do. awww sweeeet, no? haha yay thanks hon, love love it &lt;3.( jesse is ours even though he's not a virgin anymore.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai how i miss you girls! :( sorta caught up with em today, online. funny people. wE wErE tAlKing LikE tHis LorX. haha and its so hard to plan an outing. well we'll meet up soon and partehh (hopefully).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh never ever do these things in a span of 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;- go to a library with a temperature of roughly - 87.9 degrees celsius after walking in the cold cold rain&lt;br /&gt;- eat mamee monster and mars bars right before goin to sleep&lt;br /&gt;- wake up and eat ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos u'll end up sneezing. blegh. i sick i dont like. i slept 17hrs out of the past 26 hrs. yea i took 5 min to calculate that. headache boooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what's new today? NOTHING. wow what a great start to the hols.&lt;br /&gt;definition of holiday (from dictionary.com) : any day of exemption from work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so by definition, by law, by birthright, by deathleft we're supposed to be&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; exempted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; from any form of homework whatsoeverrrr during this one week. blegh when tj does that, kangaroos will give birth to penguins and datuk k &lt;s&gt;will turn gay&lt;/s&gt; (eh no wait. that's possible.) &lt;s&gt;will shave his moustache&lt;/s&gt; (eh no ah it might gugur by itself since he's so old) &lt;s&gt;will watch kids central!&lt;/s&gt; (eh u never know) k k he will... be a virgin! yea thats it. wooh. in other words never la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;hi i'm princess belle pochahontas. you can call me cinderella. would you like to be my prince charming?&lt;/i&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i'll end with wise words from atiqah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you cant find your right prince charming, look to your left.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha wise words, wise words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115712623840530506?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115712623840530506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115712623840530506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115712623840530506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115712623840530506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/09/new-skin-yayy-credits-to-nadirah.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115702701481407273</id><published>2006-08-31T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T08:31:44.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i went to FeNgShanZXZxz &lt;--- (dedicated to izyan who waited with me at LJs yay! sorry u waited so long xD) here come picciieees haha yay! &lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img440.imageshack.us/img440/4557/dsc00030xv1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we first stepped in we were awed by... the water cooler! its sooo damn short. makes us feel tall for once (: haha we were also jakon when we saw the COOL AQUARIUMS.so we grabbed ruzanna and asked her to take for us a pic! anyway from the left: me, aisha, hanee, hajjar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were more excited at th stupid changes they made to the school aft we had gone than we were in meetin tchrs (ended up meeting 3 very very briefly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img334.imageshack.us/img334/7748/dsc00032dl6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img335.imageshack.us/img335/9466/dsc00035yd8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img456.imageshack.us/img456/6581/dsc00036oy6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway a fengshan dustbin! how cool is that. they should have a TJ dustbin man. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img385.imageshack.us/img385/5981/dsc00037cl0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome to the fengshan toilet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/6426/dsc00033dq9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/4310/dsc00034nl3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6A (: eh but sad ah we were the only enthu 6A-ians.the rest tak gune bleghhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/5382/dsc00045du1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only tchr i took a pic with (: mdm hayati haha. she told my sis i changed a lot.good or bad i dunnooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img309.imageshack.us/img309/4078/dsc00044tc4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally us again(eh i look fat). we saw some guys-who-turned-hot but too shy to take pic w em haha. im a happy woman today. i miss em &lt;3 OMG and i miss 2/9 too.( this sat a renunion i hear? 02/09/06. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to slack at the bedok lib. this scary guy talked to us. then he asked for my pen. i gave him. he went somewhere to write. but i gt scared and we cabot-ed before he came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayy gd day. tj celebrations were okay lah. gt "elective" and played soccer/sepak takraw. haha and stress (which shld always be played on th floor with shoes off)i won wahahha. who said i sucked at card games?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh ohh which reminds me i ALMOST saw aisha's afiq. man sayang ah i wanna see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok wahh hyper post!yayy. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115702701481407273?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115702701481407273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115702701481407273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115702701481407273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115702701481407273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/08/today-i-went-to-fengshanzxzxz.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115678093328434643</id><published>2006-08-28T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T09:02:13.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kayy aft rereading my post i found it was very vulgarr. aiyo. was i really that angry? yup guess so. anyway while rereading i went "tsk... masyallah.. astaghfirullah..taubatlah kamu.." (actually i didnt) so i decided to edit =P actually yea ati pointed out its not that bad but still, ppl below 12 read my blog. sheesh i shld really get it passwordcoded. and yea these squealers might just snitch on me and land me in my parents' room for a lecture. nyeehhh. (u know who you are)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i changed all the 'fucks' to 'fish' and the 'bitch' to 'female dog'. censored enough? asshole is still "asshole" cos there's no other synonym/words that can describe him better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwells. im sleeepy. while taking wudhu' i fell asleep on the tap. yea seriously. i dunno for how long but when i woke up i forgot which step i was at. blegghh. note: dont lean against tap? k who does that anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reminds me of yest when i had earphones in my ear for one hour but the comp was on mute. sooo dumb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115678093328434643?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115678093328434643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115678093328434643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115678093328434643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115678093328434643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/08/kayy-aft-rereading-my-post-i-found-it.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115676836442089725</id><published>2006-08-28T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T08:44:17.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>maan. this is not my dayy :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything sucks. i just have a bad feeling abt IS presentation tmr, just a hunch. elec too. oh geog essay. gosh i suck. fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then oh so dear idiot of a brother just made it worse. he chose today to be an effing bitch. like hell-ooo u can play so damn well u can freakin pass without practising anymoree. he's not even practising his pieces for god's sake he's playin some jap ching chiong ching chiong song to show off! OKAY i geddit ur musically-inclined. the end. let the poor deprived kid (me) play something for once in her life after ponning 2 months worth of lessons, never once touching that goddamn instrument once in that period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: just 5 minutes! aft this i wanna go up and do hw!&lt;br /&gt;him: so? who ask you to be freakin smart and go to TJ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahlaoey aft that i lost it. i shoved his head and ran up. idiot. omg and i almost shouted f you bt stopped myself just in time cos my parents,grandma, bros n sis were there. WEI MAT, what does that have to do with anything you @*&amp;amp;#*@(#. u think macho ah. listen to paris hilton songs (yea can u believe it?! his friends bought him th cd for his bday). maybe her bitchy songs hypnotized you into being an asshole urself. i didnt pay &lt;em&gt;fishing &lt;/em&gt;100 bucks to fail the exam ok? female-dog-without-the-fe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHEW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. looks like im nt the only one havin a bad day. my youngest bro (the sweet INNOCENT one) got sent to the hospital today. :( he had six stitches to his chin cos he fell down the stairs. wahh, accident prone ah this one. too adventurous man (he's the same one who stuffed a ring up his nose and had to be sent to the operating theatre to remove it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok feels good to rant (: sorry for vulgarities but i feel so much better (actually no.i still gt bloodyy projects. thats why i stopped. if nt i cld go on abt my retarded ass of a brother for whom i went all the way to tampines to get him his new york pizza for his birthday even though i was so exhausted... and yadayada).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115676836442089725?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115676836442089725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115676836442089725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115676836442089725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115676836442089725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/08/maan.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115667686692365052</id><published>2006-08-27T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T04:07:46.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TABBY, WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i forget to feed you?&lt;br /&gt;no i could have sworn those crumbs frm last mth are stuck between the keys "W" ans "Q".&lt;br /&gt;so why do you HANG yourself sooo much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH I KNOW. its cos i haven given you water lemme do that now.&lt;br /&gt;*pours water*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sizzle*kachiiowoszz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*KABOOM*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh-oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha no i havent gone mad (i think) but since atiqah's source of entertainment is replacing th Hang tuah-jebat-and-others with power rangers, this is..err mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh im bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115667686692365052?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115667686692365052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115667686692365052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115667686692365052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115667686692365052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/08/tabby-why-do-you-hate-me-so-did-i.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115656490353905277</id><published>2006-08-25T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T21:01:43.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RAGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG where do i START! HAHAHA. no it wasnt ha ha good funny it was hilarious cos we were bitching abt it the whole time omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, things to note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- doesnt RAGE sound like some type of rock concert? OMG not close man. i found out like an hour before that it stands for Raffles Annual Guitar Ensemble. what a misleading name. ahhh cheat my feelings :( but i was like hey at least its guitar, not so bad right? (wrong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i cant stand the intellectual humour---thats why we sat down &lt;--- (this is my kind of humour). mann. what greek mythology all come up. ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- and there was this guy who cant really sing &amp; dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinie: note to wibowo(her friend), tell the vocalist to work on his singing, dancing and looks...&lt;br /&gt;me: note to him --&gt; CHANGE VOCALIST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singer (singing): why don't you come hereee...&lt;br /&gt;me: cos you're over theree....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K DAH. i better stop even though i gt lots more. haha i feel like a bitch but seriously... haha ok i shall shut up =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum: when you were standing at the traffic light, we thought you were paul twohill!&lt;br /&gt;me: oh really? is that good or bad?&lt;br /&gt;dad: *laughs* still can ask?&lt;br /&gt;me: whaaaat. his hair nice what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha okay they're hinting i need a haircut. i think so too but i dont wanna. yet i do. aiya. wooo and after ponning like 2-3 mths worth of piano lessons, i found out my exam is in THREE   weeks!pffft. nak mampos?!(nak) i haven hafal th pieces. my sightreading (reading notes) sucks. i take an average of 38.9 sec to find out what the first note is. ehhh fail ready :( how how. 3 lessons omg im so dead.  wahh i suck la. tchr ask me to practise. look at my face, u think i practise???? alahaii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay off to do projects/presentations. im goin little india laterrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115656490353905277?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115656490353905277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115656490353905277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115656490353905277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115656490353905277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/08/rage-omg-where-do-i-start-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115633134439773416</id><published>2006-08-23T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T04:09:04.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for the first time in my entire life i actually-sorta-finished maths homework EARLY. yea as in more than 72 hrs earlier than the due date. theennn what happens..? i freakin lost the trigo hw3. wahh sad ah. heart pain. adoiiii. ouuuuch. aaaah. makkk. bapakkk. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i had to redo trigo wtf. haiii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;moral of the story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; never, never, whenever, october, november, september, ever do homework more than &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;24 hrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; before deadline. COS (i speak from experience)something bad will happen everytime you try to become a nice, good, hardworking girl who diligently does maths a week early.  GRRR. leaaarn from my mistaaake. ~oooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note: i reached home earlier than 6pm today:) im so proud of myself. and tmr we get to have free-lunch-but-we-still-have-to-pay-three-bucks-for-the-field-trip at some minang2 place. and mrs noordin used to play hockey with mummy. hmm, interesting thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mrs noordin:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; which one is ramlimah's daughter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; huh? oh me! eh how you know my motherr?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; ohh your mother and i used to play hockey long time ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh i shldnt have owned up! now she can spy for my mum. nooooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115633134439773416?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115633134439773416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115633134439773416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115633134439773416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115633134439773416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/08/for-first-time-in-my-entire-life-i.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115626018233464447</id><published>2006-08-22T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T08:23:02.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1) Nothing hurts like love&lt;br /&gt;2) Because you lived&lt;br /&gt;3) Natural&lt;br /&gt;4) I really miss you&lt;br /&gt;5) Everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no i've not been tagged. but these are the songs stuck in my head :S ~random. i know sclub7 songs are like 2million yrs old, but it doesnt change the fact that im not some nenek ketinggalan zaman (the grandmother whom time left behind to marry datuk k). if u trust my translation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a good day pretty much :) a bit hectic at first, but okay in the end. as usual, im still amazed by the wonderful lessons i actually &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;learn&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt; (yes i learn)in school everyday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- (k this one's actually real) malays originate from china. no kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- shld enter MCS rooms with a quiet "assalamualaikum" rather than a loud "WASSUP?!" after praying twice (??) &lt;-- accordin to ati accordin to imam syafii (how spellin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ohh only jealous deprived bitches tag stupid childish tags on blogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- and aida and i can be detectives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i shld be happy with my back and not be jealous of nad who can bend hers at 360.283 degrees. (cos now mine huuurts haha. padan muke i know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- madrasah wak tanjong ppl are NOT what fir thinks they are. they are nice ppl laaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also learnt azri's bday is today. i was gonna get him sth today bt no time. maybe tmr aft goin funan, if i end up goin that is. anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AZ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;zy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;-- (see its kental la, let preston have that gay name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ur an idiot sometimes.ok most of the time. actually.. all the time. 100% egoistic, 100%irritating, 100% taller than me, 100%mat-wannabe but still 100%brotherr. (: ohwells im stuck w u for th next gazillion yrs. better make the most of it=P. gd luck with ur beatbox-ing and singing career (however short-lasting it is) and errr relationships?? blablablaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;piece of advice: give up on cynthia she's not even pretty go for halina. oh u might be gettin ur prez tmr if i rem. hmmms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115626018233464447?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115626018233464447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115626018233464447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115626018233464447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115626018233464447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/08/1-nothing-hurts-like-love-2-because.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115597918883226675</id><published>2006-08-19T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T02:19:48.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS A STORY</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, on a boring Saturday, i did not go out! (gasps)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So are you going anywhere today?" ayah asked, obviously expecting me to be out all day. "Nope!" i replied.&lt;br /&gt;"Really?! wow!" ayah exclaimed, his words dripping with sarcasm and disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. so i stayed at home and played on mr suicidal tablet who hangs himself pretty frequently these days and did maths. suddenly, while digging my wonderful bag for treasures, i found mum's sunglasses i borrowed last week to film geog. it looked like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img149.imageshack.us/img149/8683/dsc00092zm4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup keep sunglasses for a wk in my bag and this is what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i was bored and already had a camera with me, i went hunting for ppl to take of. ruz went for madrasah, az went &lt;s&gt;onlygodknowswhere&lt;/s&gt; eh i mean school and nashrah went to cousin's hse. so im left with a sleeping baby and 2 others. let me introduce to you my 2 entertainers for today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img243.imageshack.us/img243/711/dsc00105ih2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hadi.primary 4.eh no 3. he used to be skinny but now he's... ahh well. the fattest in the family (he agrees).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img139.imageshack.us/img139/7733/dsc00087av2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maisarah. she is... 4 yrs. yea i think so. future camwhore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/4482/dsc00079gx0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img223.imageshack.us/img223/7613/dsc00085sw8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: ehh u drew that?!&lt;br /&gt;hadi: yup!&lt;br /&gt;me: dont lie? u trace right?&lt;br /&gt;hadi: ya, i found th pic on th internet. so i put the paper on the screen and traced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant draw for nuts man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay basically the next few pics, i got them to let me gel their hair and take pics w the sunglasses-without-the-glasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img97.imageshack.us/img97/1665/dsc00099qc7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img237.imageshack.us/img237/1047/dsc00093pv6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgg kental eeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img223.imageshack.us/img223/227/dsc00107pn9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img242.imageshack.us/img242/3283/dsc00108lz8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i dont see much diff but he says i made him look like a porcupine-head. well yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/2918/dsc00109hv7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm maisarah. she gelled her own hair so... enough said. (eh can see my messy room!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/3659/dsc00112zq0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i gelled my hair too. unsuccessfully obviously. (i was eatin strepsils thats why mouth's closed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img224.imageshack.us/img224/8209/dsc00103vs4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like this one. it totally screams "grr man im cool and if u touch my sexy hair i'll kill you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img144.imageshack.us/img144/4449/dsc00113gf0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha and this one. even though my face bleghahsehsh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img97.imageshack.us/img97/5210/dsc00100lv9.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY the only pic with the 3 of us. its ugly (but then again they all are) so yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now u know what a bored woman does on saturday. this is why i want to go out =D but its okay, once in awhile i camwhore w my bro n sis yayy &lt;3 (with the camera with batts that only last 10 min. but i'm armed with THREE batts wahaha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115597918883226675?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115597918883226675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115597918883226675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115597918883226675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115597918883226675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-is-story.html' title='THIS IS A STORY'/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115582839042632910</id><published>2006-08-17T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T08:26:30.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;pain pain go away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;come again another day..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept from 6 plus till 10.15. and i woke up with a headache -groans-. LA essay sucked more than usual. yea smart move ah, dont study for shakespeare. proof all not concrete, prolly wooden/rubber or sth. like 3849388030 million miles away frm the topic.out of point ah. eh, pass redi i happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh this sucks i wanna blog abt sth happy or funny(but song also emo ah). ohwells. i've accepted the fact that im "smelly". yea and izyans my smelly friend wooh. alah shit i cant think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad day? well not entirely. i gt my share of laughs, which i really appreciate =) &lt;--- (this is a plastered/drawn/forced smile if it were on my face. hmm just sayin cos u cant reli tell that frm the normal =). seee. ) but serious, i appreciate th jokes and laughter. life would be so much harder (not to mention horribly boring) without them. thanks hons &lt;3. -sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it doesnt matter how many fairytale stories i play in my head&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day, down crashes reality&lt;br /&gt;and here i am, once again, admiring from afar&lt;br /&gt;still wishing for something..never meant to be(?) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey im entitled to be emo once in awhile too ;). i dont do this much u know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[random: i want a camera (that's mine and doesnt take 4 batteries to live for 5 seconds)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeeeesh throbbing's killing me. problem is i cant sleep cos i had a long nap just now. wow. =( maaan. owwww help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115582839042632910?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115582839042632910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115582839042632910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115582839042632910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115582839042632910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/08/pain-pain-go-away-come-again-another.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115574104038572980</id><published>2006-08-16T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T08:10:40.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im tired im tired. but i dunno why. im just physically/mentally drained. maybe its cos of the running around snapping pics asking and answering the same repeated questions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hi! can we take your pic?"&lt;br /&gt;"huh why?!" &lt;---- (some were acting as if we were holding bazookas instead of cameras)&lt;br /&gt;"cos blabla 100 pics 4 million smiles yadayada."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooh tiring. then mcs phototaking, wahh 1D and 1E competing to snatch MCS ppl. even though we promised earlier to divide them&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; equally&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.. whatever happened to that? haha. cikgu elina sporting ah.cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went with nad and ati to MCS room to "study" (well we did, eventually).&lt;br /&gt;valuable lessons learnt in MCS room:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. in carem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suck at carem. from now on i shall practise with coins! so donate to the nadh-carem fund (coins only). yayy. oh and i shld record ati's voice and keep on playing it while i practise. so i can learn to adapt to distractions and noise. if that doesnt work, i can always tape 2 carem pieces to my ears and hope for the best. =P jk ahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's also apparently a faster (and cooler) way to keep carem pieces. wont tell you. its a trade secret. (hint: teh tarik-style. with a huge err jug?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. in odour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just saying, there are those who discriminate odours in this world. "i dont talk to smelly ppl." =S&lt;br /&gt;bewareeeeee  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. in modelling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-green walls (and pretty models) look lovely in pictures.&lt;br /&gt;-gangsters are the new :IN" thing&lt;br /&gt;-only cool models break tables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aii obviously im getting lazy to blog. ugh sucks i just remembered i gt LA essay i haven studied for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait just one short story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in my room, leaning against the window sill listening to guitarman play cool romantic guitar (and a hint of a nice voice! thats why i was straining my ears, listening intently) when idiot of a brother comes in. accuses me of spying (yea i had the binoculars this time but they were useless, its dark!) i defended myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: heyy i just wanna hear him play the guitar nice ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;az: oooh u like hiiim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: -_- i dont even know how he looks like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;az: so? *pretends to shout* my sister likees...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: eh dont u dare..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then i left the room. but suddenly, while walking down the stairs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;az: HEYYY MY SISTER LIKES YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he bloody shouted out the window.i was like fffffff. i dont even know how he looks like (frankly i dont wanna know, cos i'll be disappointed and turned off if he turns out to be a beng/apek. wasted. he plays gd music. so for now i'll picture him as a hot rocker yea.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway no big deal, he has to figure out which of the 4 sisters "likes" him. if he even heard/cared in the first place. i doubt he does.. so -shrugs- as long as he continues playing good guitar man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK that wasnt short. maaaan. headache coming on (how to study?) =( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115574104038572980?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115574104038572980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115574104038572980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115574104038572980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115574104038572980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-tired-im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115557537063563316</id><published>2006-08-14T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T10:09:30.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kays. everyone's offline now but yet i cant sleep. why? oh maybe cos i slept 4 hours straight in the evening :) skipped LA makeup cos my throat was gettin worse. it hurts when i speak but then im wondering why i dont have a sexy voice yet :( didnt enjoy my cheeseburger so im still craving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwells ucapan's overr. yea well cikgu said my ucapan was not serious (cos its supposed to be abt a tchr retiring) and my content was a little cheery and i was kind of smiling and trying not to laugh as i tried to gather the right malay words in my brain. i wanted to argue that why make retirement such a sad occasion? sure ur sad but why not make the last day in sch a memorable, happy one instead of everyone mourning "oh we're gonna miss youuu..". blegh how mundane. bring on the happy memories yo! come on make the last day a fun day why not? well point is i didnt say those stuff cos i cldnt translate that to mly fast enough. sucks k :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at night i followed aida to a clinic for OBS checkup. doc was kinda funny. "how old are you?" "15." "are you married?". wahhh. haha. he also said stuff like, "take alcohol?smoking? any diseases? asthma, bronchitis, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AIDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?" eh do we look like sluts to you? haha but he's nice. no jab yay. and aida's the same weight AND height as me. we both swear we're 42kg but th weighing machine at the docs said "44.1kg". noooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea well. thats it i guess. i'll go take my meds and stare at the ceiling till i sleep or sth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and why's everybody down nowadays? haiii makes me down even though i have nth to be down about! up up and awayyy. and since izyan's and ati's blogs had quotes i shall have one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;"hath not a Jew eyes?hath not a jew hands, organs, dimensions?"&lt;/s&gt; wrong channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"the grass is greener on the other side&lt;/em&gt;. but whats so good about green anyway? i like pink. so yea the grass is greener on that side but at least my side has pink flowers nyeheh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheer ups babes =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115557537063563316?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115557537063563316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115557537063563316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115557537063563316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115557537063563316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/08/kays.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115548391445079431</id><published>2006-08-13T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T08:45:14.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my throat is raw and my nose is itchy. i found it funny that both iz and ati in separate convos told me to use calamine lotion -_-. come on, up my nostrils? how gross is that?! haha anyway smart me eats medicine-that-makes-me-drowsy-but-doesnt-really-help when i got lotsa stuff to do. apparently i found out from dinie i got overdue current affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: oh, is my current affairs due tmr too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinie: no, it was due last week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahh so instead of memorising my ucapan i had to do this. blahhh. i dont wanna come sch tmr :( but i have to cos i've become the official printer *beams*. if i dont come, u all will hand in late work wahaha! ur fate lies in my hands. wooh. (see this is what meds do to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously i dont mind printing. kinda cool. "nadh, can print for me pleease?" me: yo man sure, just send it to my email dude. and the replies are, "yay nadh i love you!" and im like: oh yea. duhh. cool yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay obviously i didnt really say that =P, cos i just thought of it! but i shld the next time, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i just sent my mum sth thru msn to print :P cos she's usin the comp downstairs w a printer. haha kays im a lazy daughter/printerperson i admit =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy yay im off to sleep. i can feel the mucus drippin down my throat. ewww *shudders* (k unnecessary info). this prolly means i'll take ages to sleep in my oh so uncomfortable situation. i can see myself tossing and turning, sniffing all night long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK enough. medicines make me a babbling mad sleepy woman. i'll shut up now. funny how i can be hyper and miserable at the same time, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH shut up la nadh. k dah click publish post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gd nights =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115548391445079431?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115548391445079431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115548391445079431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115548391445079431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115548391445079431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-throat-is-raw-and-my-nose-is-itchy.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115536686684804128</id><published>2006-08-11T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T00:14:26.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>penabalan! malu ah, i screw up the first step :( hehe but yesterday's dialogue wasnt too bad, cos my mum just had enough time to see cikgu! and i told cikgu she was pretty yest, so shldnt have been too bad, right? yea anywayys we cabot before seeing any othrs (she made apptmt with like 5 tchrs), to watch fireworks! yay. pretty but i gave up trying take pics, so i took a video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwells today i dragged my bro to follow me return a mth old overdue lib bk. and eat NYP. theen at the tamp mrt i saw some TA ppl. they smiled, but their faces yelled, "ooh thats her bf!". haha so i told my bro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; eh stop being so tall. ppl think ur my bf you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;az:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ya, ur makin me look unavailable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; please, ur making ME look unavailable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;az:&lt;/strong&gt; that wont make a diff, if u available also they wont want you anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and ppl want you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;az:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yea, u know someone tag my blog saying that i'm cute and left her number there. HAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: HAHA that was my friend laa. and she left a guy's numberr &lt;em&gt;(i think it was nad and ati who tagged. right? :P)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;az&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: oooh ur friend thinks im cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_- why do i have such an egoistic brother. but at least he told me all about his scandals and love life. wooh fun. happy to say his taste not alll bad (and not all chinese, got 0.5 malay right?nvm still got hope) but sad to say he has a teeny lil bit of a shyness issue. kay its a big shyness issue. funny for a shameless guy who went around his sch with 2 flags sticking at the side of his specs on national day. weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stiill like i said, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no wonder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; she dumped you! (im not evil,you said it too). aaand haha take my advice, i swear it will work. actually its not advice, its more of common sense. and yup i can still give you tips (: wahaha im such a nice sis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehh i thought i've been chargin my tablet for one hour. then i realized&lt;br /&gt;1. the switch wasnt on&lt;br /&gt;2. the thingy wasnt connected to my tablet. wahhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115536686684804128?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115536686684804128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115536686684804128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115536686684804128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115536686684804128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/08/penabalan-malu-ah-i-screw-up-first.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115522051861775433</id><published>2006-08-10T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T07:35:18.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thought i was goin to stay home all day but nope:) i went out! first to th movies with th whole kecoh family + 2 cousins to watch ant bully. (and kay im gonna make this post fast.im supposed to finish by 10.30 cos ati n iz said i'll take the whole night blabla so i said i can in 23 min. wooh here it goes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day was filled w interestin convos. aft movie i introduced az and ruz to NYP, dad joined us later. then he told az that while usin the comp yest, he chatted with az's ex gf. az was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;az: that's low, even for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my bro threatens to call/msg my dad's boss something:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;az: alright, later if your boss finds you for sth, dont blame me.&lt;br /&gt;dad: haha my boss told me he trusted me 150%!&lt;br /&gt;az: ahh we'll see&lt;br /&gt;dad: haha u really think i'd do that to u? i didnt talk to her la!&lt;br /&gt;me: ur just sayin that cos ur scared he'll say sth to ur boss right?&lt;br /&gt;dad: no, please laa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha yea right ayah. then in the car, my sis(nashrah) was biting her cekak (hairband), then she put it back onto her head. so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: eww nashrah! do u know whats in ur mouth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nash:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; huh what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ur mouth has enzymes. do u know what they do? they break down the food in ur mouth into smaller pieces so that u can swallow better. so u put ur cekak into ur mouth then onto ur head, the enzymes will eat up ur scalp so u'll have holes on ur head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nash:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; huh? really? nadhiraaaahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; im serious. its in my textbook. if by the end of this wk u have holes on ur head dont blame me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that shut her up(she's the noisiest of the lot u see). she just sat there quietly with a look of disbelief on her face. but when she thought i wasnt lookin, i saw her take off the hairband quietly and put it aside. then she bit her fingernails nervously throughout the car journey. wahaha im such a fantastic, evil storyteller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around 2, met the i-refuse-to-hand-in-maths-hw-on-monday-so-im-handing-in-on-friday alliance, shirleen and vivian. i walked all the way to bedok south sec (shirleens hse ard there) carrying a tablet, tablet charger, camera, camera charger, extra batteries and basically my bag was very very heavy. and i think the walk was like bloody 5km. maybe 3. ANYWAY what sucks was that halfway through the journey i realized i could have taken a bloody bus straight to bedok south sec. like WTF. so i was like damn tired when i reached. theeen at shirleen's tableee..&lt;br /&gt;"EH where's my maths notes?!" low and viv laughed at me cos i brought everything imaginable except maths notes. BLAHH. and turns out my tablet is useless at shir's house cos her wireless doesnt allow "strangers". I HATE YOU LOW. haha but u supplied me spicy seaweed and cookies. so nvm. and we had funny convos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOH kay im 5 min early wahaha. so here's the evil convo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nadh = dan says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;eh japs i blog awhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;forever and ever, babe. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;atiqah__:: i wanna believe in everything that you say. cause it sounds so good. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;awhile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;forever and ever, babe. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;atiqah__:: i wanna believe in everything that you say. cause it sounds so good. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(izyan i bet she will take the WHOLE night)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;atiqah__:: i wanna believe in everything that you say. cause it sounds so good. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(cause she talk non stop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nadh = dan says&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ehh nolah where got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;forever and ever, babe. says&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;(i so think so la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;atiqah__:: i wanna believe in everything that you say. cause it sounds so good. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nadh = dan says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehh look whos talking ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;forever and ever, babe. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(her while is like, forever and ever, babe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;forever and ever, babe. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotttt! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;atiqah__:: i wanna believe in everything that you say. cause it sounds so good. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(haii nvm let's just wait. make her feel guilty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;forever and ever, babe. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yeah mahn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nadh = dan says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;DONT HAVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nadh = dan says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;by err 10.30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what. its 10.28 babe. WOOOH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115522051861775433?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115522051861775433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115522051861775433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115522051861775433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115522051861775433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/08/thought-i-was-goin-to-stay-home-all.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115510012806852922</id><published>2006-08-08T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T22:08:48.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy birthdayy cousssiiiins (: oh and singapore too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was NDP celebratioons! camwhored camwhored. i brought a camera *jumps about excitedly* but i still want my own :( ohwells i'd upload the pics but i realized frm my holey-shoe post that my blog is too squeezed so the photos will turn out ugly. so i'll just wait for the talented adobe ppl to edit (hint hint ati nad izyan) and post on their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stuff that happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- tarianers were meant to be on the track. they look damn cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i wasnt meant to have long hair, so i used the fake bun as a hat.hello hang jebat sesat :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- my samping makes such a good place to hide ati's phone that even i myself cldnt find it (for awhile). oh yea sorry ati! look at it this way, i saved ur phone xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- flagday stickers dont really help conceal that big hole on my shoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- my bag gains me sympathy and future bday presents (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;syu:&lt;/strong&gt; nadh, when's ur bday? (hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and today, my aunty:&lt;/strong&gt; eh poor thing. ur bday i buy for you beg k? oh i have an unused nike bag, u want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cousin:&lt;/strong&gt; eh next time i should go out with a spoilt bag like you. then ppl will give me nike bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- someone suggested a poke safety pins on the other strap too. cooler??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i realized shopping for guys' presents is not that easy. if i were them, i wld have just bought a batman pencil box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i think ati's mum is fed up with my face :P i keep on appearing at her house to lend her bed. (yeahh i slept from like 4 plus to 6.45! while iz did bio rpt) THANKS AND SORREHH. next time i go ur house, i'll wear a mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; got traumatised by the silohuette of &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; wearing her undies (and i wasnt even wearing my specs, if i was maybe i prolly wld have fainted). and the fact that she used her tablet while shitting :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayy went to pasir ris park just now to celebrate cousins' bdayys. at the playground, i accidentally knocked down a little girl while walking backwards. i apologised profusely! sorry sorry sorry sorry. then her mum was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nadh:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;sorry sorry sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;woman:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ehhhh (in the most irritated voice, like i killed her girl or sth) watch where you're goin! (her voice was very whiny-nonya-like)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*nadh apologises like a choochoo train*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; : im sorry im sorry im sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;woman:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; blaahH! ya ya u say Dat already! TSK *rolls her eyes or sth*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea i feel horrible for knocking down the little girl sitting in the middle of nowhere playing with the sand BUT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. there happens to be a place with much more sand and where its probably safer to play with ur kid instead of sitting in the middle of pasir ris park where ppl can easily run around and knock down ur kid. sayy.. i dunno.. pasir ris beach? that's like a freakin 50 metres away. (who plays and makes sandcastles near the slide/spiderweb area there? i mean sheesh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. (my cousin's point) like she never knocked down anybody before. and i SAID SORRY sheesh what u want me to do? kiss ur feet? and dont worry, im almost positive ur daughter didnt get a concussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i wish i knocked her down instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haii im being positively evil. but i cant stand her i dunno why(thats why im sitting down). sth abt her hostility that just pisses me off. haha (padahal its like my fault heee :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee kay i hafta go val's house and film geog noww. there goes my day :( bt nvm, i think dressing up and filming will be FUN :P wahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115510012806852922?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115510012806852922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115510012806852922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115510012806852922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115510012806852922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-birthdayy-cousssiiiins-oh-and.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115495671411474969</id><published>2006-08-07T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T06:18:34.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am now eating 4 pepper drumlets with curly fries (OH SHIT I HEAR PPL COMIN DOWN I MUST HIDEEE MY FOOD!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh i give up. i hid it on my lap and covered with a table cloth but my legs grew uncomfortable and tired. so i put the fries on the table first.&lt;br /&gt;andd poof in 20 seconds my curly fries were gone. then i put the remaining 2 chickens on the table. slowly comes my cousin, tapping me on the shoulder..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hi nadhirahhh! hehehehe." like sooo sweeetly/shyly/cutely she greeted me. giggle giggle giggle. bahh i can see through her sweet innocent disguiise. she was, like the rest, after the chickens. duhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea so i announced to the whole world "ok ok go share the chicken." then they pounced and attacked like the chickens were the last ones on earth.omg deprived children. so much for spoiling myself :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN comes along my sisterr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her: NAD! they're playing with your balls!&lt;br /&gt;me: balls? what balls?&lt;br /&gt;her: ya! the furry-furry balls!&lt;br /&gt;me: WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i almost died laughing. sorrehh, horny :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooo been havin on-off headaches :( OH i have a story to tell! (or complain). i'll make it short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the span of 1yr, my brother has dropped his phone twice &lt;em&gt;into the toilet bowl&lt;/em&gt; and even got rewarded with new phone each time! (its the same brother who was offered &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to be paid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to study). AND when my mum got a new phone yest, my bro gt her old phone! wth wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my phone is lagging like hell, plus the camera doesnt work :( i complained to my parents and they said: a phone is not for taking pictures, it's for us to call you and for you to call us okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahh and azri laughed at me, and said: that's why, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when you want to spoil ur phone, spoil it to the fullest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral of the story: miraculously azri is right. for once.&lt;br /&gt;wise words bro, wise words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115495671411474969?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115495671411474969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115495671411474969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115495671411474969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115495671411474969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-now-eating-4-pepper-drumlets-with.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115484940434323201</id><published>2006-08-06T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T00:30:04.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just came back frm madrasah, and observing that everybody else is on the 2nd floor, i went down for peace. sadly, the peace was short-lived. suddenly all 5 ran downstairs screaming their heads off. apparently they're quarrelling abt sth i'd rather not know about. and currently my brother is spraying my sister with a hose, and she's defending herself with the dustpan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me of how the alarm clocks tried to wake me up, but they failed wahaha. i was lazy to go for madrasah so i wanted to sleep in. my mum sent in reinforcements, so comes in my sisters one after the other slapping my butt and yelling "NADHIRAAAHH WAKE UPPP. GO MADRASAH!". they failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nadh- 1&lt;br /&gt;alarm clocks - 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then mummy comes in herself. i stood my ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nadh - 2&lt;br /&gt;alarm clocks - 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she went out awhile. then she tried calling my phone but it was on silent haha didnt work. so she went back in and turned off the silent mode. as soon as she went out to call again, i switched back to silent mode wahahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nadh - 3&lt;br /&gt;alarm clocks - 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then i suddenly happily rolled off my bed. it hurt so i woke up. -groans- so much for 3 points. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea i ended up going into class an hour late? yea. they win grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkayss, aida requested i put up the malay sajak we both made up, just in case a bearded malay man comes across my blog and we become rich and famous??? yea well here it goes (along with translation in case an englishman turns up too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sajak ini bertajuk: KERUSI INI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerusi ini&lt;br /&gt;Amat bererti.&lt;br /&gt;Berkusyen seperti&lt;br /&gt;Seekor merpati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerusi ini&lt;br /&gt;Pandai menghargai diri&lt;br /&gt;Aku ibu tiri&lt;br /&gt;Kau semua mati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerusi ini&lt;br /&gt;Sayang kepadaku&lt;br /&gt;Saya meminjam&lt;br /&gt;buku Melayu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerusi ini&lt;br /&gt;Tidak tahu berbudi&lt;br /&gt;Sangat dibenci&lt;br /&gt;Makhluk hindi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerusi ini&lt;br /&gt;Amat itchy&lt;br /&gt;Pergi Tanya si Siti&lt;br /&gt;Jika dia ada mopiko-ey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerusi ini&lt;br /&gt;Akan pecah dan roboh&lt;br /&gt;Jika saya panggil bomoh&lt;br /&gt;Yang membawa Te-h O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerusi ini&lt;br /&gt;Membuat ayat songsang&lt;br /&gt;Dengan duduk terkangkang&lt;br /&gt;Di tepi longkang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerusi ini&lt;br /&gt;Jatuh cinta terhadapku&lt;br /&gt;Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh&lt;br /&gt;Saya tak tahu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Tamat~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;translation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This chair&lt;br /&gt;Is very meaningful&lt;br /&gt;It is cushioned&lt;br /&gt;Like a pigeon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This chair&lt;br /&gt;Knows how to love people (?)&lt;br /&gt;I am a stepmother&lt;br /&gt;Now you all will die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This chair&lt;br /&gt;Loves me&lt;br /&gt;i borrowed&lt;br /&gt;a malay book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This chair&lt;br /&gt;does not know how to be grateful&lt;br /&gt;it is hated by&lt;br /&gt;hindi people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This chair&lt;br /&gt;is very itchy&lt;br /&gt;go ask that Siti&lt;br /&gt;for mopiko-ey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This chair&lt;br /&gt;will break and fall apart&lt;br /&gt;when the medium&lt;br /&gt;comes with teh-o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This chair&lt;br /&gt;makes upside-down sentences&lt;br /&gt;sitting in a very obscene manner&lt;br /&gt;next to the drain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This chair&lt;br /&gt;has fallen in love with me&lt;br /&gt;duuuuuuuuuuuuh&lt;br /&gt;i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~The End~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How? gt potential? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115484940434323201?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115484940434323201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115484940434323201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115484940434323201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115484940434323201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-just-came-back-frm-madrasah-and.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115478595358140610</id><published>2006-08-05T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T06:54:22.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weird</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my train of thoughts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was lying on the floor watching tv, then i thought of the weird back thingy that nad does. i tried to do it, but instead, i plomped on the ground (duhh). lying there outstretched got me thinking of the feet-touching-the-ground-at-the-back-of-your-head thing which then made me think of the backward rolls yi heng did during the game. backward rolls reminded me of gymnastics during PE in tkgs, which in turn reminded me of the forward rolls coach asked us to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in short,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back thingy - feet-touching-the-ground-at-the-back-of-your-head thingy - backward rolls - gymnastics - forward rolls - coach and softball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, if ur wondering, my sball coach made us do forward rolls as punishments, along many other things. especially since i was rather prone to her scoldings. there was once, she was angry with me and told me to do duckwalk from one end to the field and back, not stopping till she told me to do so. or run ard the field till she tells me to stop. and it's easy for her to forget me, cos the trg still goes on. and yea, i wasnt the only one usually.. oh and a convo i remember(there were many similar to these), i missed many of the balls while fielding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;her:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ahh! dont train anymore. go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; coach i wanna train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; no. how to train? you cant even catch a ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i'll catch the next one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- out of nowhere she bats a ball for me to catch. i wasnt expecting it so yea i bloody hell missed. i can still remember taking that deep breath, feeling so damn irritated and sad at the same time&lt;/em&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;her:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; there. go away. go do tumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but coach i want to train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: I SAID GO AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there you go. it was heart-shattering and disappointing. i just felt like strangling her, but more than anything else, i wanted to strangle myself for being useless. (yea, i know it's &lt;em&gt;only &lt;/em&gt;sball, nth to die for, but wth it was in-the-moment man)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember doing forward rolls till the end of trg. she totally ignored me. i was trying hard not to cry but i did anyway. it makes me miserable i guess, to know that i've let myself and her down, to the extent that she gave up on me. but she's a confusing person really. if i just kept quiet and not say "i want to train", she'd say i'm weak and not determined. but when rebutt, she wont listen anyway. it's weird really. i know she gave up on my fielding, so i cld only depend on my batting :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then, i cant help but respect, dislike and admire her all at the same time. see, she had cancer last yr (or was it 2 yrs ago), and delayed her operation just to train and attend seniors' game even though she knew the risks involved. it was a point of time when she was really sick. and i heard this yr she had a really bad gastric infection thinger but she attended the games all the same. she refused to retire last yr cos we didnt reach the semis. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey, they're all memories now. bad and good ones. -sigh-. weird eh, how memories come about?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115478595358140610?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115478595358140610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115478595358140610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115478595358140610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115478595358140610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/08/weird.html' title='weird'/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115477339893495869</id><published>2006-08-05T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T03:23:18.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my parents brought my younger siblings to the club to swim, and i decided to tag along with my dying tablet, charger, hockey stick and book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what? i found a freakin plug at the pool! better still, i stole someone's wireless! its so unexpected that it's amusing. cheap thrill ah. so now im sitting on a chair doing hw on my tablet. ppl are givin me weird looks. prolly thinkin what in the name of santa's reindeers is a girl with her laptop, listening to music, wearing a softball jersey, carrying a hockey stick doing at the swimming pool? haha actually i dont know either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;accordin to ms rabiah, its called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;spatial resistance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. woo i pay attention in class! yay me. okay i promised to lend my sis the tablet if she bought me hotdog and tagged along. gahhh. off to read :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115477339893495869?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115477339893495869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115477339893495869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115477339893495869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115477339893495869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-parents-brought-my-younger-siblings.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115470129905614168</id><published>2006-08-04T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T07:21:40.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my goal: to finish geog by 10pm&lt;br /&gt;it's 9.38 wahaha i finished summarizing :) k fine actually havent, but i dunno how to summarise th rest, so i'll wait for val or rong qi to pop up online. so im free yayy. for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in short:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i came to school carrying these things: 1 mcs shirt, 1 pe shirt, 2 pants, shorts, tights, guards, tablet, glove, stick and mly file. oh and recorder sesat ended up in my paper bag too,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i left school with: mcs shirt, pe shirt, shorts, tablet, stick. the rest i squeezed into my locker, using my ability of.. squeezing.. stuff? errr haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- mass concentration games are fun :) "5, 5, 16 -- eh dont have 16! till 14 right? oops" :P paiseh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i like daryl's floorball stick! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- playing bimbotic captain's ball is also fun. its so much better than putting one leg in front of the other and the other and the other on this circular red floor that never seems to end. waddya call it? running around the track? yea that's it. (and iz, we'll take 5 separate slips and fill in for you. at least one of us wld get it right!right?heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;silent treatment and good acting gets us extensions&lt;/em&gt;. we came into mly room pretending to look tired and sad. then cikgu was trying to make conversation w us, but we answered one liners instead if the usual 10 or 20. damn fun, everyone played along. then after she suddenly allowed extension, yea chaos in mly room as usual. discussing the roots of Pak Din and how the rocket meets the egg? LOL eh we shld get academy awards or sth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- oh then i poked a green pen through my holey shoe. i poked it thru one end, it came out the other :P haha i was so fascinated by this! i did it over and over again. the hole's bigger than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- hyper karem/caram/karam/carem/care-em (spelling!?) matches! high-pitched screams and a horny warda (who taubat later during zohor, so nvm). i laughed till i cried k. hilarious shit i like :D even though i lost mostly. i suck kay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-TARIAN omg im so dead i keep screwing up. seriously they shld ban me frm tarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- hitt-ed hockey balls at against the gallery steps for like ages cos veera forgot the striking girls in red :P then played game in the dark, i actually thought someone's shoe was a ball. :S dont ask me how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- went home to make my own milo iceblended. recipe as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dump milo, ice, water, condensed milk, sugar and milk powder into the blender. the measurements depends on your mood and luck. happy blending:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mine turned out ok. sweet, thick and rich oh how unhealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONE. woo that wasnt really short. yayy tmr i dont hafta wake up early. but still got geog project. gahhhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115470129905614168?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115470129905614168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115470129905614168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115470129905614168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115470129905614168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-goal-to-finish-geog-by-10pm-its-9.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115460946809795331</id><published>2006-08-03T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T05:51:08.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been a long day. right after bio, we had bio makeup, followed by lang arts make up. i wasnt listening to a thing she said :P instead, i was doodling on my shoes cos i was so damn bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh when i reached home, i stole my dad's cam for a few minutes to take pictures of my shoes. i'll upload them! hehe. kay, excuse the horrible lighting and positions etc. the batt was running low and im a terrible photographer (worse-r than the photog club).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo.. this is what a bored woman does during LA make-ups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3275/1856/320/DSC00012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;warning ---&gt; my shoes stink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3275/1856/1600/DSC00003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3275/1856/320/DSC00003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the huge hole on my shoe :( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3275/1856/1600/DSC00008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3275/1856/320/DSC00008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another hole. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3275/1856/1600/DSC00014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3275/1856/320/DSC00014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps this is a good time to write a eulogy (??spelling) or maybe a poem, specially dedicated to my dying shoe. *takes a deep breath*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kasut ini.&lt;br /&gt;sungguh mengerti&lt;br /&gt;walaupun stinky,&lt;br /&gt;saya cintai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this shoe&lt;br /&gt;is very meaningful&lt;br /&gt;even though stinky&lt;br /&gt;i still love it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kasut ini&lt;br /&gt;membawa saya ke sana sini&lt;br /&gt;hingga berlubang, dimakan tikus?&lt;br /&gt;kesian, dia akan mampus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this shoe&lt;br /&gt;brings me here and there&lt;br /&gt;till it has holes, eaten by mice??&lt;br /&gt;poor thing, it will die)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahhaa ok ok enough. lame i know. anywayy i took the mrt home, and you know in the underpass, there are these huge adverts on the walls? yea while walking there i saw these american tourists taking pics of those ads. not with the ads, OF the ads. i was wondering what's so fascinating. heh. then met some anglican softballers who were sitting on the steps of the escalator. yea on. hee amusing.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;kay i better start on the tons of projects piling up lalala ... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115460946809795331?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115460946809795331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115460946809795331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115460946809795331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115460946809795331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-been-long-day.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115443946326293020</id><published>2006-08-01T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T06:37:43.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just fought for the comp with my bro cos he wanted to do his homework. being the evil sister i wouldnt let him, so i demanded to see his hw, cos im sure he wouldnt need internet. (like, he's pri 2 or 3 i forgot, but they're not high-tech yet right). yea sure enough his homework was like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name the young of these animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat&lt;br /&gt;Dog&lt;br /&gt;Goose&lt;br /&gt;Bird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sth like name 5 animals that can fly.&lt;br /&gt;wow i so need to use the comp for that -_-. yea so i ended up doing his hw for him. i did it in 5 min! he would have taken an hour on the comp trying to find 5 endangered animals. ok i didnt know what's a young of a goose, and i found out it's gosling! i bet u didnt know that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got all worked up about that, i forgot what to blog. i'll make it short. im tired :( my hockey skills suck, im sad, terribly demoralized :( :( i cant understand maths&amp;phy, hello F? :( but 2.4 was ok :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheee i've been dizzy since just now. i guess i'll  start on taman warisan brosoor soon. then geog. then err i forgot. oh yea physics. aiya dunno if my eyes and head can tahan or not. aaah :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;someone cheer me up &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115443946326293020?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115443946326293020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115443946326293020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115443946326293020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115443946326293020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-just-fought-for-comp-with-my-bro-cos.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115435078992828475</id><published>2006-07-31T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T06:26:17.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got back term 2 marks. it was ok i guess except for malay, IS and elec haha. yaa thats what i get for not handing in assignments *shrugs* oh well. then i told my parents i gt 7th for LA. they thought i gt 7th for overall, so they were like "good, good." but then i told them LA only, then they were like "ohh" in the like chehh tone. yupp expected reaction. science, maths comes before lit. which is sad but yea ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i spun like a madwoman just now. they should ban me from tarian, really. benefits both parties. im saved from embarrassment andd.. im saved from embarrassment. oh, the book of answers is funny shit i like! some of the answers are coincidentally true lol but at the end of the day, its only a book. sadly :( or maybe its a good thing heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; alright, the rest of the post is gonna be about how me and clothes dont get along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU SEE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i left my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;used&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; grp pe tee in the locker last tues. and lets just say i haven opened my locker since then and tmr is grp pe. ewwww gross i know but what to do. just stay away from me tmr cos im gonna rewear my tee :P (help me bring spray!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i dunno wear my long black socks are. i could have sworn i brought them home last trg, cos i remember eating an oreo cookie while holding my smelly socks and thinking "Ew thats gross, im indirectly eating my socks." or sth liddat. so im positive its here somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- while searching through my drawer i found ONE black sock i dunno where the other is. i was thinking of wearing one orange, one black but i'll look like a dork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i lost my wallet and found it in the fridge, somehow. (k wallet's not a clothing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i lost my blacklights-openhouse tee, but izyan and ati found it in the music room today! i think its mine, maybe its not. but heck i payed 9 bucks so im getting a tshirt whether its mine or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- my pants are all going missing. so are my &lt;s&gt;bras&lt;/s&gt;. whoops, uncensored i know. there's some phantom perv in the house bewarreee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay thats it. and i notice i suck at giving presents on time, so i've decided to make a list of the ppl i havent given acc to months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JAN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; raihan (err u still want ur orange alarm clock?), yanti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FEB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: my mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MARCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: warda, izyan (i still have ur lacy blue underwear with me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APRIL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: zahidah, ruz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: k i know there's someone born on 20th may, but i forgot who. can that person plz own up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JUNE&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; aisha, huda AND OTHERS whom i forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JULY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; errr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AUGUST:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dinie, khai, fad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK apparently i suck at this. those whose names are not mentioned above, and i owe u a present feel free to tag and tell me. dont be shy, its ur loss if u dont :P oh and remember, &lt;u&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;integrity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. nahh screw that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115435078992828475?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115435078992828475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115435078992828475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115435078992828475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115435078992828475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/07/got-back-term-2-marks.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115423578777476156</id><published>2006-07-30T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T22:05:34.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi im back to complain abt maths. last time, promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it sucks it sucks it sucks i'm gonna fail.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact, rachel and i had a very meaningful convo regarding maths:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rach: if only maths were fun&lt;br /&gt;me: when math is fun, pigs will dance on my roof&lt;br /&gt;rach: HAHA and pigs will sleep with me&lt;br /&gt;me: LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: i hate graphs. its not as if im gonna be a graph scientist.&lt;br /&gt;rach: yea me too haha&lt;br /&gt;me: i wanna be an astronaut!&lt;br /&gt;rach: i wanna go into business! and make loads of money&lt;br /&gt;me: haha kidding&lt;br /&gt;rach: why. astronauts fun and exciting, though risky&lt;br /&gt;me: but the ugly space suit makes me look fat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intellectual convo, no? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;accusations lashed mercilessly. like a whip, each one bit deep into the skin. these imaginary scars bleed nonetheless, the pain only too real.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emo emo. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115423578777476156?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115423578777476156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115423578777476156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115423578777476156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115423578777476156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/07/hi-im-back-to-complain-abt-maths.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115417235208094783</id><published>2006-07-29T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T04:29:56.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a wise sexy hot young lady (who sucks at math) once said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;when one cant do maths, one runs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so following my own advice, i ran :) for 23 minutes exactly! unintentionally 23.00. cool ah? i had to force myself that last bit.. the hills were killing me, seriously. 6 hills omg i could have diiied. ohwells, it did serve the purpose. i forgot about maths and stuff so yay =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after bathing i heard someone playing the electric guitar. i looked out the window and voila! someone playing a guitar. there were 2 guys.one was playing, the other was listening. the guitarist was very syiok sendiri, moving his head and all.but far away! i couldnt see:(so there was only one logical thing to do. i ran down and grabbed my dad's binoculars to spy! BUT when i got there (i think he saw me peeping before), he just got up and left. only the listener stayed there. so i just looked anyway. he ended up to be umm a big-sized topless beer belly chinese man. :P but the guitarist looked/appeared to be normal-sized. too bad i didnt get the chance to see if he was cute. next time, next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;moral of the story :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; run down and grab binoculars faster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woww 2 posts in a day. im bored and maths suck. oh one last thing. i made a maths problem for myself. and i solved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If the maths test is 30 marks, and linear modelling is worth 8 marks, how much would nadhirah get?&lt;br /&gt;Let x be nadh's maths marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x &lt; 30 - 8&lt;br /&gt;x &lt; 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(it cannot be equal&lt;/u&gt; to 22 is because nadhirah is bound to make careless mistakes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115417235208094783?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115417235208094783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115417235208094783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115417235208094783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115417235208094783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/07/wise-sexy-hot-young-lady-who-sucks-at.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115415469172486363</id><published>2006-07-28T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T23:31:31.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IM SAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents totally dont trust me anymore. here i am trying to be a good girl STUDYING MATHS. like seriously im finally studying sth (not even asking for payment), and they expect the worse out of me. see i even informed them (these are the smses between me and my mum):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; im at atiqah's hse during maths..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mummy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is it at bright moon? does she have an elder bro? handsome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; huh? ya terang bulan (ati's house). she got bro bt he's in ns. why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; just wondering wats the attraction at her place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; got 2 cats! i've neve seen her bro before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wat time will you grace our home with ur presence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i dunno. ard 4?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actual smses direct from my phone. as you can see, its dripping with sarcasm which caught me by surprise and now im upset. from wanting to do maths, to no mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes and a convo between us in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dad&amp; mum:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; what time finish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i dunnoo..they never say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad&amp;amp;mum:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; what time you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i dunnoooo.. (really i was clueless)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dad&amp; mum:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; estimate. what time u going to be home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i reallyy dunnoooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dad&amp;amp;mum:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; okay, set the limit or i'll set it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; huh? what i dunno! maybe i studying after this (i really din wanna set a time, cos what if i go home beyond that i'll be in trouble. and they'll prolly bargain with me some more regardless the time i say)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dad&amp;mum:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; nadhirah, do you have a boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; noooo. why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dad&amp;amp;mum:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; why are you being so sensitive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yada yada. i know i sounded irritated, cos i reli didnt know what to say. weiii im still upset. no mood to study maths :( i gave up free tickets to ndp preview to study maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha anyway, sth funny. atiqah is smsing her sister who's just downstairs! lol. i did that before with my bro who's like 2m away during an ugame class. k dah. i feel better. a little:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115415469172486363?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115415469172486363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115415469172486363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115415469172486363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115415469172486363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115409371477825398</id><published>2006-07-28T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T06:35:14.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING. crappy post</title><content type='html'>today i ran 2.4! i'm not happy though. i was more tired than usual but i came in ard 13-14ish.then our class had to stay back cos some of the prcs went missing. the pe tchr wouldnt release us till we magically find the bunch of them. AND guess where they were in the end? apparently eating in the canteen, all changed and full while the rest of us were stinky and starving. we missed break and sat through 2 periods of maths stinking the class. HAI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothng much happened today. i'm very tired yet bored. i want to sleep but sleeping is boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh but since i'm bloody bored, i shall rewrite this post in MALAY. direct translation. (bahasa baku kay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kerana saya berdarah bosan, saya akan menulis kembali petikan ini dalam bahasa MELAYU. terjemahan dairek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pada hari ini saya lari 2.4 kilometer! tetapi saya tidak gembira. saya lebih penat dari biasa tetapi saya datang antara mas 13-14 minit. selepas itu, kelas kami harus meninggal belakang kerana budak-budak prc sedang rindu. guru pe tidak mahu membebaskan kami hingga kami cari dan menjumpa mereka dengan kuasa ajaib. DAN teka di mana mereka berada? mereka sedang makan di kantin, sudah tukar dan penuh sementara kami busuk dan lapar. kita rindu patah dan harus duduk untuk dua keuzuran matematik, membusukkan kelas. HAI. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tiada apa-apa berlaku pada hari ini. saya penat tetapi bosan. saya mahu tidur, tetapi tidur membosankan. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekarang saya akan berbicara pula dalam bahasa jepun, italia, cina dan tamil. supaya adil (i shall now talk in japanese, italian, chinese and tamil. to be fair)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;jap :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;arigato guzai mas anata toyota mitsubishi sakae sushi&lt;/strong&gt;  (&lt;em&gt; i love pizza&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;italian:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;spaghetti bolognese, materazzi pizza! hai pepperoni mastioana. pastamania! si&lt;/strong&gt;? (&lt;em&gt;hey stop touching my toenail! i payed 7 bucks for that. OI! wtf?! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chinese:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;chee cheong fan le ma? wo bu yao lo ma kai. wo yao ka-ra-ngan?&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;i froze to death in the oven yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tamil:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;tharman nehi sharmugaratnam?vivien balakrishnan nehi nehi nehi.&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;your left brain has nothing right in it, and your right brain has nothing left in it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew being a multi-linguist is tiring. :) yay i managed to amuse myself for 21 minutes.  oh i forgot to say i might be bringing 2 softball gloves tmr. for fun :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115409371477825398?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115409371477825398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115409371477825398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115409371477825398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115409371477825398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/07/warning-crappy-post.html' title='WARNING. crappy post'/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115400609723662770</id><published>2006-07-27T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T06:14:57.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TAMAN WARISAN UPDATE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- cute little pretty tarian girls. they're 9 or 10, but they look like 7!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- zero handsome actors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i didnt really understand but it was cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sat at the center blocking little kids. evil tj gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- hogged iz's camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- took down.. err notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see i kept my promise. i blogged. for once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTHER RANDOM STUFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- my mum offered to PAY my bro to study! WTH how unfair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i cant dance for nuts and cranberries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- my family's watching grease for some weird reason.. but they only skip to the Summer Lovin songg. my small bro shocked me by suddenly singing "Tell me more tell me more nyahdlea fight"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- bye emileee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- *sings* "met a boyy cute as can be... summer days drifting awayy dadadada tell me more tell me more" :D oooh i wanna watch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115400609723662770?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115400609723662770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115400609723662770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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the screen. as soon as i got home i ran to the comp and did LA. semangat gile babi. a stinky, hungry and sleepy girl doing MOV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehh actually i wasnt stinky. i wore (wore? is that the correct word?) 3 sprays today! my spray, izyan's spray and nad's spray. wooo. im a walking perfume advertisement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well today was pet's day, though you can hardly tell really. i expected like 27 cats or sth, but only syu brought. and i didnt get to touch! no fairr. meow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so aft school we had 4 hours to kill, so after some debating, we decided to go tm and eat at food culture. we played scissors-paper-stone to decide which mee we should eat. the makcik saw and was laughing ahh. malu! theeen me and ati drank starbucks (which explains why i have $0). i could have sworn the signboard thingy said &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;$5.20&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;!!!! how it ended up to be 7 bucks i dunno but then i regretted not buying a $2.20 strawberry milkshake instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh and taman warisan! wheee it was quite fun i guess. the little tarian girls were so cute omg i wanted to kidnap  them and run away to alaska. musfira acted, she's quite pretty lol. i didnt really get the storyline cos i was busy taking lousy photos and cursing the camera (sorry izyan) and the heads (sorry dinie and ati) hehe. but i learnt a camera thingy frm nad. sth to do with a flower and a mountain. but i forgot which is which. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes i have now been given permission by rong qi to sleep, so i'll blog more.. another day (though i always say that and never do.haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwells. nights! or morning. whateverrr. wahh every part of my body pain. ouchh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115393095246692457?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18866581.post-115383730142574584</id><published>2006-07-25T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T07:32:34.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today started off bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malay lisan.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; tips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for future lisans:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- stop laughing. dont laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- no matter what izyan and atiqah are doing at the back. dont laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- even if ati shows u her spray for some weird reason, dont laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- when dinie tries to prompt, come closer so she can be heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- dont laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- oh dont think about not laughing, cos you'll end up laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- screwing the presentation is not funny. i dunno why i laughed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haii. then came PE which was okay for a while cos i got A for the first 4 stations, but suddenly out of no where i got an F for sit and reach. tell me thats not wasted. but aiya it's just napfa laa. sheeesh i dunno why i made a big deal earlier. aiya i stretched so much and my thighs hurt nowww :(  gembeng, i know. sorry guys :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couldnt concentrate during the lessons, that's why i decided not to come for geog makeup and come for hockey instead. i didnt regret it i guess, its better than presenting. esp after my performance during malay. byebye oscars and academy awards. i'll try for them next year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went straight home aft hock. i have to be a good girl for a while at least. but its killing me. and huzer happened to be at tanah mrt waiting for his friend then daddy came and aiya. even after explanation they teased. then mum brought sth up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend (to mum) : ram, i want my son to marry your daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she said he said it dengan penuh ke-serius-an. im like wth no thaaanks.&lt;br /&gt;oh but he's a vs boy, his dad's a doc and his mum's a dentist. anyone interested can tell me, i'll introduce you two (though i've never seen him before). save my own butt. my mum says he's handsome..if u trust her taste. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh but if he happens to be really really cute i dont mind :P which if he is, its likely he already has a gf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kidding kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr taman warisan :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115383730142574584?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115383730142574584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115383730142574584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115383730142574584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115383730142574584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/07/today-started-off-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115371966440715781</id><published>2006-07-23T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T22:41:04.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i finally went to madrasah yesterday, after 2 mths of absence! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i am so proud of myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.and to my delight, all the ustaz and ustazahs changed, so i was saved from questioning.  oh oh and i got my report book back :D from 7 in standard the previous term, i dropped to 127 out of 129 students. wahlao, 120 positions kayyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then then syaz updated me abt sballers. found out they're doing great without me (naturally yea). dahlia's in combined sch's team and all. wooh! that girl is goood. congrats woman. heard her throw can reach frm one end to the field to the other? terror. i bet i cant even reach half the field now :( haha oh and i felt syaz's muscles. tough ah that woman. jealouss!! i miss gyming. haha from now on i shall gym regularly (let's see if i really do). every saturday! since im sorta grounded on weekends anyway. anyone wanna join? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy fast forward to todayy. guy's testimonial match! very interesting. i saw a nice goal, scored by yr 2s, really close-up! oooooh. and nad and xinmei took nice photos of it! oooh jakon i know. haha in short, yi heng went mad and started doing backward rolls omg i cldnt stop laughing.damn cool ah. oh and jason told the whole world that i told the whole world that zafir likes ahem. WHERE GOT. i told like, 5 ppl heh. and i miss playing :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral of the story: i miss softball and hockey :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not really a moral bt nevermind.kays now i shall go do malay. if i'm hardworking ahah maybe physics and maths. then run! must must. 12.23 can i ever get back that timing. i want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but why do i have a feeling i'll just end up sleeping? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115371966440715781?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115371966440715781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115371966440715781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115371966440715781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115371966440715781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-finally-went-to-madrasah-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115357220487467153</id><published>2006-07-22T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T05:45:53.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there are three chapters to this post. The Story. The Talk. The Oath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE STORY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to curse a gazillion vulgarities on the way back in the mrt. but i could only think of 2, so i muttered&lt;em&gt; shit fuck shit fuck shit fuck&lt;/em&gt; repeatedly for quite sometime. aft i cooled down, i began piecing my plan. i knew what i had to do. i HAD to be home before 7pm. So when i heard, "Next stop, Tanah Merah Interchange. Passengers going to Expo or Changi airport, please alight at the next station." , i did leg excercises, according to plan (for real). ankle rotation, stretched my thigh and stuff. Then i alighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time check: 6.51 pm &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 minutes to get back. logical thing to do? run la duhh. so like a madwoman i sprinted till i was breathless. after catching my breath, i ran again. i stopped approximately 50m away from the house, to cool down and stop panting. So i walked to the gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time check: 6.56&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i was delighted. so i tried to open the gate as softly as possible whenn... "HI NAD!" my sister chirped. i was like... &lt;em&gt;shiiiiit&lt;/em&gt;. i was praying my parents would be in the room or sth, but when i stepped&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;foot into the house, i saw them sitting at the sofa watching me come in. omg scary wth i was like &lt;em&gt;double shiiiit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go solat, then later we'll have a talk. a serious talk"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which brings us to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE TALK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i braced myself. then i walked down the stairs, and saw mummy. she greeted me with "oh-you're-so-dead" smile, and i returned that greeting with a "yes-i-know-im-so-dead" smile. it began with "you know you commited a serious offence.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yea i was trying my best not to smile throughout the thing. hard kay. they talked abt i shld tell them when im changing plans, they trusted me.. blablabla. then comes the scary part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mum:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; we were just telling azri yest, when he asked why you had so much freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; really ah? since when. he has more okayy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mum:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; we said we trusted you, cos we tested you 2 times and you passed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; TWO times? when?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit i've been "tested" and i didnt even know it. and they went on how singapore is such a small island. yes this i agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: that time when azri was walking to his friends house, 2 ppl saw him and asked me, "why's your son walking along east coast road?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dad:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; oh and just yest, my friend told me he saw azri at innova jc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it ended with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mum:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ya. there's one time, my friend even told me she saw ayah have lunch with TWO women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dad:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (smiling) yes. but luckily, i told your mummy BEFORE that that i was going to have lunch with 2 collegues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oi give me talk also must flirt izzit?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me why do i have such scary parents who have unknown sources/spies/stalkers walking all over singapore to report my every move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE OATH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (because i feel like such a setan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promise to be a good girl (at least for a few days) to regain my parents' trust. I started already by eating salad :) and now i'm going to go offline (this is going to be hard) , lock myself in my room and&lt;em&gt; try&lt;/em&gt; do maths(note: &lt;em&gt;try&lt;/em&gt;) . tomorrow, i will be an angel and go to madrasah (even though im scared of the ustazah cos i've not been coming for like 2 months) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMIN. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. convo between me and my bro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;az:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i walked all the way from tm to tanah merah mrt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you went to tm? how come i didnt see you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;az:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; coz i just went to Xcraft and then i went back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha =P oh and to you-know-whos, i am soooooooo SORRY!!!! sorry sorry sorry. :( i spoilt the whole thing ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks ati :P u saved my butt. i am such a setan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115357220487467153?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115357220487467153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115357220487467153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115357220487467153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115357220487467153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/07/there-are-three-chapters-to-this-post.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115340252821680065</id><published>2006-07-20T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T07:02:55.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this will get worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny how goofing off with the girls can end up in a serious discussion. so yea, arthi, ati, iz and i were joking around when suddenly a topic came up out of nowhere. everything became so.. serious all of a sudden. it was scary. people cried, and haha well, we talked. point is, i love the girls so much, thanks for being there at the weirdest of times *hugs* &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im always having headaches. why? mr see caught me staring out of the window during mr lau's class, then during his class i was being blurr and uninterested. so when he called me, i thought he was gonna scold me or sth, but he asked if i was okay. told him i only came to sch cos i thought there was geog presentation (whichh postponed to next lesson) :) haha anyway since he's being so sweet i shall return him the max tvoli book i borrowed from him like a month ago, which i haven read, tmr. i promise :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then mr liu/liew/lew lectured us. but it wasnt that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to being confused and sad. actually, i dont think i shld blog abt being confused and sad cos it i will end up writing down all the chim things swimming in my head that even i wont understand and that will make the whole situation worse. drowning in selfpity isnt gd anyway :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok the real reason is i cant think. my head hurts i feel like cryiiing. help :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still got maths laaa. wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot to blog abt the funniest thing! i made a bet with atiqah that i wont sing for the rest of the yr. she bet me $1000. i lost the bet in 57 min wth. before that, we walked past a grp of higher art students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iz: (cooly and confidently) jiajin! nice shoe&lt;br /&gt;tchr laughs&lt;br /&gt;jiajin: its not a shoe!&lt;br /&gt;iz: oh ehhh. nice flower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh they were drawing peenuts :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115340252821680065?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115340252821680065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115340252821680065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115340252821680065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115340252821680065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-will-get-worse.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115331586969450005</id><published>2006-07-19T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T06:31:09.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its over thank goodness. there were err hiccups. im sorryyy guys, i feel bad. i hope nad's karut-ing covered it up. okay dah. thats why i dont wanna think abt it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it's a weird day because:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- waited for 229. missed two or three 38s and two 12s. then a 229 came, but it was crowded. so me and ati ended up taking the next 38&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- met 2 weirdo pasir ris mats who alighted from 38. then they hung out at the bustop, missed a 12 i think, then they boarded the next 38. ahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i did chem experiment in kebaya. cool ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- me: sorry i'm late! (for chem)&lt;br /&gt;  some tchr: oh i know why. cos you had to walk like this *does some penguin-like walk* (haha my kain like that whaat. not my fault)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i realized that i watch the ads, but when sg idol comes on, i end up in front of the comp. weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- oh i gt a shock of my life.&lt;br /&gt;me: where you going?&lt;br /&gt;mum: to fetch the new maid&lt;br /&gt;me: oh. huh? now we got 3?&lt;br /&gt;mum: noooo... bik atun went home.&lt;br /&gt;me: HAH when?!&lt;br /&gt;mum &amp; sis: four days ago!&lt;br /&gt;me: WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;mum &amp;amp; sis: NADHIRAAAAAH... (in the like "how could youuuu" tone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh then brother comes along&lt;br /&gt;sis: nadh didnt know bik atun went back!!!&lt;br /&gt;az: huh? she went back? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im not the only one totally clueless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats about it. hahaa. like less than half of the tj population wore ethnic costumes. and the ones who did were called.. i dunnoo.. bimbos? like whateverrrr *flicks hair* (or whats left of it).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115331586969450005?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115331586969450005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115331586969450005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115331586969450005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115331586969450005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-over-thank-goodness.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115323298012817423</id><published>2006-07-18T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T07:29:40.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i screwed up rehearsals. someone throw a screwdriver at me please. well lets just hope i dont screw up tmr then! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanted to complain and whine like a baby when suddenly something made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; happy for 3 seconds =) bettr than nth.a stupid reason to be hyperr but ohwells.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115323298012817423?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115323298012817423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115323298012817423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115323298012817423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115323298012817423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-screwed-up-rehearsals.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115314327506292701</id><published>2006-07-17T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T06:34:35.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so there was mass scolding cum lecturing session in the audi, followed by quarrantine time in class. "who wants to go toilet?" *raises hand* "okay, in twos, no talking. ms whoever will accompany you". ppl would think we're on trial for murder or sth. oh wells. yea fine i admit its an offence but we should all be punished instead of singling out the even more serious ones and call down their parents and all. cos they wouldnt have been successful in passing ard qns if there weren't any ppl willing to take them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright next topic. dikir. ok nope skip that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay just to summarise today, its  a bad day. i wanna get all this over with. mov, dikir, punishment whatever. THE END. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel much better. im gonna forget everything that happened :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i just played a song for 5 min before realizing i didnt switch on the speakers again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115314327506292701?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115314327506292701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115314327506292701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115314327506292701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115314327506292701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-there-was-mass-scolding-cum.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115306367789913800</id><published>2006-07-16T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T08:27:57.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rush rush day todayy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the wedding of cikgu zaini&lt;br /&gt;then rushed home to meat groupies&lt;br /&gt;to rehearse our MOV&lt;br /&gt;then i went to watch movie&lt;br /&gt;with my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it rhymes:) and im tired. haii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in the afternoon i went to cikgu zaini's wedding, thinking my tkgs friends would be there. i miss them lots. but in the bus on the way there, i received smses that suggested otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;question of the day: are you going to his wedding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;answers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh? when? with who?&lt;br /&gt;huh wat ting?&lt;br /&gt;nope i didnt get invited&lt;br /&gt;OMG HE'S GETTING MARRIED?! WHEN?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i sorta guessed i should stop smsing. and when i reached there, i figured out i was the only one from my batch, except for a bunch of bowlers. lucky i got my karut to accompany me. thanks hon :)  oh and of course, cikgu zaini and his wife look cute tgt haha. so sweet. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that had to rush home to fetch ma groupies from tanah mrt. it was effing hot. hot hot sun. shirleen and i were cursing. then when she reached my house i think she sorta wanted to kill me. cos i made her climb 4 storeys. im sorryyy! and yea she and angel suggested a pulley system, pail gadgets and escalators. funny :) rehearsing was funny too. hai i just wanna get this over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then yes i rushed to watch pirates with my parents and the monsters. kecohh, as usual. but fun nonetheless. one weird comment from hadi (he's 9). i dont get this weirdo bro. see, in the movie they showed this human heart beating and stuff. and of ALL the questions in the world to ask, he asks this, "what's the heart made of? like is it clay?" i was like, whaaat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kays now i shall print geog/ss scripts. hmm i've never actually used scripts for presentations before. anywayy then i'll help ati with her malay blog, and finally i'll sleep. im tired. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115306367789913800?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115306367789913800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115306367789913800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115306367789913800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115306367789913800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/07/rush-rush-day-todayy-went-to-wedding.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115296489393293656</id><published>2006-07-15T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T05:01:34.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY TEMASEK!! baik nash, dilly, auli, fir! u all rock man woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then aft bahas we went macs. had an amusing convo, found out stuff that prolly should be left unknown.. but what the hell now i know! yayy. funny shit man. :D my cheeks hurrt-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aand today. &lt;em&gt;rumah terbuka takde oraaang&lt;/em&gt;. what kind of open house is this? we ended up performing in front of tjcians. haiii sad sad. tsk. but nevermind it was fun and i didnt forget any steps except for one! i think. lalaa. took lots of photos :) which i'll have to steal from iz, ati, marsha. give em to me babes. wheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then dikir again. i am officially too high ah :( :( . as in the pitch, not high like on drugs. or too tall. i wish though. OKAY but anywayyy it was funny seeing the guys try to get the pitch. and i think nad makes a gd karut. she can hafal like so fast. woo baik marsha! i know why, cos ur &lt;em&gt;hot&lt;/em&gt;. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now my bro's climbing all over me to get my lollipop. i told him i'd share laterr when i open it. (yea like i will). but he smart ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: i want your lollipop!&lt;br /&gt;me: k later i open i share with you k?&lt;br /&gt;him: ok. but i hold for you first ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahh. he didnt fall for it. damn. now he selit on my lap,singing innocently, not taking his eyes off me probably till i open the lollipop. so he can attack! i swear, cunning sia. but no way am i gonna let a 3yrold outsmart me ahh. malu. i'll think of something. um. yea. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay i have to do research. errr about Hutus and water pollution? yea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115296489393293656?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115296489393293656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115296489393293656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115296489393293656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115296489393293656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/07/yay-temasek-baik-nash-dilly-auli-fir-u.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115280141982568021</id><published>2006-07-13T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T07:36:59.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just finished typing 717 words like a madwoman. oww my fingers hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of things happened today, found out some stuffs. like this very debatable issue, that might be too dangerous to mention though i really dont see that much big of a deal. oh well everyone probably knows it by now. the TA1s are screwed, in deep shit. well, we're a &lt;em&gt;united &lt;/em&gt;bunch arent we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway everybody's guilty cos they have to be in one way or another,indirectly or directly, involved so there. we'll die together. better than dying alone. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dikir haha arthi was funny shit. dikir girls make me happy :) found out that i get stage fright, even when im not on stage. what a weirdo. which reminds me i havent gotten juara tune lalala. i suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss laughing. and crapping online, smiling at the screen like some idiot at stupid convos. doesnt anybody do that anymore?! so serious for what. aiyohh people. hear my SOS. i want chilli sos. :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a weird day, i dont know why. it just feels wrong and different. hmm maybe i'm the weird one. hey... yea i think so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115280141982568021?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115280141982568021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115280141982568021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115280141982568021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115280141982568021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-finished-typing-717-words-like.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115270637165031971</id><published>2006-07-12T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T05:12:51.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have 2 minutes to blog before sg idol starts. here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok make that one minute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had an embarrassing day. broke down, cried in front of the whole class, humiliated myself. :( you wanna know why, ask me, no time to explain. but im sad :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit shit it's 8! aahh starting ready. wait i shall finish blogging. rush rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sucked at dikir. was shit-ting the whole way. panas. hustings cold like antarctica, couldnt think properly. i just found out i hav malay test, hello F. and maths hw due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alahh i cant stand it anymore. i can hear gurmit's voice from here. gahh this is why i want my tablet. stupid thing wont on. help. kayy i go watch now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT one last thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOO  paul, hady, jo, rahimah, nurul + the rest of the lians and bengs who i cant remember their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dah bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i just wanted to submit and now it's adverts. okayy anyway one last thingg, my mum called and said "i'm on my way now. wait outside" wahh surprise attack just wanted to eat. hate it when she does that. OH and izyan and ati kept on singing this crazy song thats now stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;durians are crazy. crazy? i was crazy once iwent to the zoo and died...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMETHING LIKE THAT. ok done. starting ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i had a bad day.. *sings like daniel* eh hujan.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115270637165031971?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115270637165031971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115270637165031971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115270637165031971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115270637165031971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-have-2-minutes-to-blog-before-sg.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115262569087323343</id><published>2006-07-11T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T06:48:10.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just got back from dikir, and i cant get rid of this splitting headache. it comes and goes ahh thats what i dont like. maybe cos i slept like at 5 on Mon to watch italy WIN :)) and yest at 2 to do maths report. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when i got home, i took a hot shower. still got headache ah so i blended carrots and apples with ice and lots of sugar! no it actually doesnt help at all. i just hoped it will affect my head psychologically, cos you knoww carrots are healthy what. maybe the b-pleated sheets and triple helixes will help rewire my brain. nahh. that didnt make sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayy finally got MOV script finished! it's dumb. but that's what you get when you leave nadh with the script. sorry angel i couldnt resist.&lt;br /&gt;"sola sola! master lorenzo where are you?"&lt;br /&gt;"sola what sola? solar power??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahh omg that's damn lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then today is syuhadah's bday! happy birthdayy! i bought a lighter, though i cant light candles for nuts. nad tried too, and she got pretty frustrated haha. :P oh then me and ati lighted and blew candles on our own. and yummy cake :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dikir ahahh my throat hurts and guys want me to be juara. i dunno laaa, if i suck im sorryyy kay.  ahh pening. cannot tahan. i have to sleep soon or i'll die. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115262569087323343?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115262569087323343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115262569087323343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115262569087323343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115262569087323343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-got-back-from-dikir-and-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115245774646324348</id><published>2006-07-09T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T08:11:33.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i spoke malay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;on camera! haha funny shit. we're supposed to act as passers by so the bahas ppl can surprise us and interview. i swore to keep quiet but in the end i actually spoke. in malay. more like mumbled. haha baik bahas =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i got my milkshake. im a happy girl. aft nad went with her friends, me and syu decided to go shopping! i had 3 bucks. she had like 12. so we circled all the floors, till she finally settled for a greenish tee i picked out =P. bought mc spicy ate at home :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to have a soccer party at my hse. but i guess it was too last min so ppl cldnt come. im sad =( well maybe the next world cup. i got 4 more yrs to plan. maybe i should start distributing consent forms now :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note a convo between my 3yrold bro and a cuz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;cuz: eh hafiz, i think you're hot&lt;br /&gt;hafiz: nolah. i sejuk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww how cant u smile at his pure innocence! cute to the max. well at other times he can be a brat. thats not the point right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and yes. i'm stuck in house full of france supporters! wth, my sis turned against me the last minute. help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean french fries arent even from france, they're from belgium (says izyan) and it comes from the word to-french which means cutting up into small pieaces (says nad). so yes people they cheated our feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go pizza! go italy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115245774646324348?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115245774646324348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115245774646324348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115245774646324348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115245774646324348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-spoke-malay-on-camera-haha-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115235214951728840</id><published>2006-07-08T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T02:49:09.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to bedok view sec today. shirleen and i met at tanah mrt to get a lift frm viv's mum to the sch. so it was a 5 sec drive =) yes we're a lazy bunch. so we had to stand at the booth and explain stuffs, oh and promote the open house next week. lalalaa~ oh yes then i suddenly saw my primary school tchr!! mdm rosila (: "wahh u change so much blablaaa..." and her booth right opp ours. at first i panic seh! i hid under the table. but she caught me eventually. hahaaa. i think i'm taller than her. woo prasan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stole a balloon. it was on the floor. i think it flew away from the stall. so i sneakily grabbed it and ran up the stairs! and since shirleen and i didnt want to go back to our shifts too early, we walked ard the school, exploring. we actually planned to tell mrs raj that we're late cos we couldnt find the toilet. so we were discussing this when we suddenly walked pass a toilet. so we went like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"eh i think we just walked past a toilet"&lt;br /&gt;"nolahhhhh. i think that's the library"&lt;br /&gt;"oh ya lah. or a classroom with no windows. yeah definitely"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahh not funny. lame shit. but we were high lalala. so the rest of the day... we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- inai-ed our hands for free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sorta neglected the booth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i got a size 40 shirt. huge k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- found out that mrs ang caught all 4 of us  smsing during elec class last term. ON CAMERA. she put the pic in a ppt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- me and shirleen walked &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5 km&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to get ice cream. blueberry cheesecake and soursop flavour. yum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- and there were no cute guys =( but we wouldnt want to date guys who come for i &amp; e exhibitions anywayy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i saw jing ying =D she cutted her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayy. thats all. it was okay lahh. the exhibition itself kinda dull i guess. boo. izyan owes me lunch cos i made 0 friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea as promised a verbal and written apology to Low.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry shirleen low for making you walk 5km. even though it was your idea in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy? =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115235214951728840?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115235214951728840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115235214951728840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115235214951728840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115235214951728840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/07/went-to-bedok-view-sec-today.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115211395658233029</id><published>2006-07-05T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T08:46:46.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm sad :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny how small little things can spoil a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) there was no chem&lt;br /&gt;2) went to east point&lt;br /&gt;3) had HC investiture&lt;br /&gt;4) dikir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these were supposed to be fun. but all spoilt cos i happened to be lethargic and moody, thanks to you-know-what. sucks kay. haha sorry ppl if i never layan you properly. oh and thanks for trying to help and stuff. haha &lt;3 love you guys. i really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the bed beckons. tired. if i fail, i deserve it ahhh. but its just failing, not as if im gonna die or anything. (k lousy attempt at trying to be optimistic) oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh and good luck for O's girls =D semoga maju berjaya (khairunnisa taught me that!) ahah.. miss ya'll.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115211395658233029?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115211395658233029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115211395658233029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115211395658233029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115211395658233029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-sad-funny-how-small-little-things.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115202792543884770</id><published>2006-07-04T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T08:45:25.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bio, geog, history tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do they have in common??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh nothing.. just that they all fall on the &lt;strong&gt;SAME DAY&lt;/strong&gt;! coincidentally all three subjects require large amounts of memorising, understanding and paying attention in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have done none of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in deep shit dude. worse than that time last year -- i had only started studying for science endyears 2 days before. yea i'm mad. forced a year's worth info through my skull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what am i doing here? a break after studying awhile. though is it considered studying if the enzymes in your brain doesnt digest the info fast enough? (seeee.. bio talk) dah dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe if i hear bellboy's bell, a lightbulb might magically appear above my head. like they do in cartoons. DING.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha just a thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115202792543884770?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115202792543884770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115202792543884770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115202792543884770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115202792543884770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/07/bio-geog-history-tests.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115192213285580595</id><published>2006-07-03T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T03:22:12.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was supposed to be mugging day. note the word &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. studying was less than 2 hours.and that 2 hours also izyan and dinie were doing their maths in art. atiqah and i were just listening and singing to songs, occassionally testing each other bio. eh wait. I tested her, cos she memorised stuff i didnt know existed! ahah uh-oh nadh's in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayy then we walked to simpang under the hot hot sun for lunch. yummy roti johns swimming in sauce and iz's nasi ayam. on the way back we saw a dead rat! eeeek. ahh it was gross, and ati can still say "i knew it, i smelt a rat!" ahah not funnnyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come back, no studyin either. watched scary movie 4. wahlao the story is so lame. but its horny and funny wth i liiike. "mitsubishi seiko toshiba?" says ju-on. haha that was stupid. (oh yea then when i came back a few ppl were talking to me on msn but i didnt see who and my tablet shutted down by itself. heee sorry!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we friendstered. haha funny ah lookin at ppl's syiok sendiri photos! oh and supposedly bellboy's friendster?? i think i know him! some guy i met in sec one. the only reason i have for not recognising him is he grew handsomer! *giggles*. but ati not interested anymore right?yayyyy. now i only have to share with marsha =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anyway but of course, the most important (and only) lesson learnt today&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; DONT EXPECT ANY STUDYING DONE AT NADH'S HOUSE. come at your own risk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which also proves the theory, i cant study at home =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115192213285580595?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115192213285580595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115192213285580595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115192213285580595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115192213285580595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/07/today-was-supposed-to-be-mugging-day.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</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-18866581.post-115185637124753835</id><published>2006-07-02T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T09:06:11.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just as i was forgetting. it happens. again. i suddenly have this feeling. but then again, this happens all the time. years, is it? i think what i think is right, but its always not. so why should this time be any different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha its bloody irritating. not to mention dumb. if u think rationally. this is not me. gahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shut &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;up &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;nadh. lalalalalaaaa ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18866581-115185637124753835?l=envyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/feeds/115185637124753835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18866581&amp;postID=115185637124753835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115185637124753835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18866581/posts/default/115185637124753835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyou.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-as-i-was-forgetting.html' title=''/><author><name>nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07842718690582998966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
