<?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-5904260</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:22:52.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NILAMASRA*</title><subtitle type='html'>15 yr old girl~ bubbly~ cheerful~ friendly~ extrovert~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>270</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-116372873778281482</id><published>2006-11-17T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T09:58:57.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;HEYLO.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Exhaustion is finally kicking in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;So, i have decided to cancel the Sentosa trip with my fellow SCs, and my AKE practise this afternn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Yes, i am just tired, ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Toodles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-116372873778281482?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/116372873778281482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/116372873778281482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116372873778281482' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-116294513713444317</id><published>2006-11-08T07:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T08:19:44.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;THE END OF PW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;It was all PW &amp; movies since a week ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&amp;amp; today will be our last oral presentation rehearsal, before D-DAY, tmr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;To all of my PW grp members, thanks for all of the wonderful times we had spent together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;The long meetings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;The bonding sessions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Seoul Gardens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;KFCs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Lectures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Presentations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;G-Mails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Text msgs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ya get the drift. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1079/249/200/My%20Picture%2830%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1079/249/200/My%20Picture%2817%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&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/1079/249/200/My%20Picture%28103%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I will miss our months &amp;amp; months of work and play. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;LAMENESS too!!! Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;We shall all wear our leather charms for tmr's OP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Let's hope all of our hardwork pays off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Let's also aim for a B1/B2, as a grp/individual!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Oh right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Off to rehearsal in school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Daaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-116294513713444317?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/116294513713444317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/116294513713444317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116294513713444317' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-116230848878568558</id><published>2006-10-31T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T23:28:08.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIENDS &amp; FAMILY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;A booty-licious workout to start a fresh my morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;With, Dar! *Mmwhahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;By noon, settling down in the classrm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Got ready for more Project Work, while Dar busily prepared our cup noodles, for lunch. Tom Yam, rocks my tongue, yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Along came, Shi Qi and Ronald.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;With 4 cups of bubbleteas for each of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I love oreo chocolate, &amp; pearls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Fine-tuned our oral presentation slides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Insert individual pictures, for introduction purposes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;And, Dar taught me how to be a terrorist!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Oopsie. More or less, he taught me how to play CS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I definitely need to smooth my navigations, and work through the maps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Raining &amp; pouring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Movie-time, or in politically correct terms, group bonding session, yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;The Prestige, 4 stars ratings. Worth the $6.50.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;By the way, i do intend to continue working as a part-timer at HMV, this Nov/Dec.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Music!!! Makes the people, come together... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I miss my colleagues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Best wishes, to pooface taggers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-116230848878568558?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/116230848878568558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/116230848878568558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116230848878568558' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-116209132521002454</id><published>2006-10-29T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T11:08:45.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;JALAN RAYA WITH MY DEAREST FAMILY II&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/1079/249/320/281006%20Hari%20Raya%20079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1079/249/320/281006%20Hari%20Raya%20057.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1079/249/320/281006%20Hari%20Raya%20031.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1079/249/320/281006%20Hari%20Raya%20016.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;And now, i got to get ready to head for a meeting at my friend's place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Damn Project Work, can?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-116209132521002454?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/116209132521002454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/116209132521002454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116209132521002454' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-116209073305054961</id><published>2006-10-29T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T10:58:53.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;JALAN RAYA WITH MY DEAREST FAMILY!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hey, you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I had the loveliest time yesterday, out and about, visiting relatives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;You know, relatives which you practically meet them, only once a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;So, it really was enjoyable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Despite the rain, and the high heels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;And the public transport. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;No sweat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;And, i believe there's a need to just tell you, that all of my baju kurung, are tailored by my grand-aunt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;My mama usually goes out hunting for cloth, months before Hari Raya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;At places, like JB, or Kampung Jawa, Bugis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Then, to jazz up or add a dash of sparkle, i will sew beads on them, on the sleeves, and on the neck line. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;One and only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;For your feast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1079/249/320/281006%20Hari%20Raya%20015.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1079/249/320/281006%20Hari%20Raya%20007.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1079/249/320/281006%20Hari%20Raya%20005.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1079/249/320/281006%20Hari%20Raya%20003.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-116209073305054961?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/116209073305054961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/116209073305054961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116209073305054961' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-116208902834556953</id><published>2006-10-29T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T10:30:28.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;JALAN RAYA WITH SCHOOLMATES II&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1079/249/320/281006%20Hari%20Raya%20052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1079/249/320/281006%20Hari%20Raya%20051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1079/249/320/281006%20Hari%20Raya%20050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1079/249/320/281006%20Hari%20Raya%20049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1079/249/320/281006%20Hari%20Raya%20047.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-116208902834556953?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/116208902834556953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/116208902834556953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116208902834556953' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-116208868876754838</id><published>2006-10-29T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T10:24:48.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;JALAN RAYA WITH SCHOOLMATES!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;For my darling friends in O5S2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Thanks for inviting my Dar and me, for the S2 jalan raya outing. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;S5 &amp; S2 rock my green packets! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Grab these pics!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1079/249/320/281006%20Hari%20Raya%20045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1079/249/320/281006%20Hari%20Raya%20044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1079/249/320/281006%20Hari%20Raya%20043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1079/249/320/281006%20Hari%20Raya%20040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1079/249/320/281006%20Hari%20Raya%20038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1079/249/320/281006%20Hari%20Raya%20036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1079/249/320/281006%20Hari%20Raya%20035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1079/249/320/281006%20Hari%20Raya%20034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1079/249/320/281006%20Hari%20Raya%20027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-116208868876754838?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/116208868876754838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/116208868876754838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116208868876754838' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-116185113683879152</id><published>2006-10-26T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T16:27:32.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;A PRAYER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;As i was waiting for the bus to arrive, right outside the school, i received a call from my Nani, informing me that my fellow schmate/AKE friend, &lt;em&gt;Siti Fadinah&lt;/em&gt;, had left us early that morning, in her sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;The moment it finally came to my senses, tears were already flowing down my cheeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Even though we weren't that close, we did had a share of our occasional jokes, fun and laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;It kinda affected me so much so, that i cried all along the bus ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;She was supposed to share the Melody with me, for Chan Mali Chan, in the upcoming performance we're going to have at Esplanade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Now, the only thing that i can offer to her, is a prayer sent up above for she whom have left us yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rest in peace, &amp; may Allah bless you. Amin&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sadness aside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Here are more pixxies taken during the first day of Hari Raya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&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/1079/249/320/P1094889.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1079/249/320/P1094879.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1079/249/320/P1084858.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1079/249/320/P1084844.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1079/249/320/P1084830.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1079/249/320/extramalechamred.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1079/249/320/KakakSeriousX.1.jpg" border="0" /&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/1079/249/320/Kakak%26Mama.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Lots of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-116185113683879152?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/116185113683879152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/116185113683879152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116185113683879152' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-116170643502799066</id><published>2006-10-25T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T00:17:02.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Buckets of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Enjoyment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Entertaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Touching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Memorable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Lovable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Apologies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Forgiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Rendang &amp; lontong &amp;amp; ayam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Kuih-muih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Adorable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;And many others, which only God knows. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I love my family, to bits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1079/249/400/P1084799.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-116170643502799066?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/116170643502799066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/116170643502799066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116170643502799066' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-116158911933224473</id><published>2006-10-23T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T16:16:24.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Arrival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Yes, oh yes, for gdness sake, i'm back and kickin daisies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I was pretty dazed myself deciding on the colour theme for my current template. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So, i finally went all out with a sort of orangey hues, and flowers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It goes pretty well with brown, dirty green, bronze, amber, the works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Buckets of &lt;u&gt;THANKS&lt;/u&gt; to my lil sista, phAt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;She's the mastermind behind the minutes detail of the template itself. Once again, i owe you one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1079/249/400/Image%28229%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I've nth much to say, except for those who haven't quite seem for retro years, i had my hair cropped short. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh! &lt;b&gt;HAPPY 1 YR 4 MTHS ANNIVERSARY, MY DEAR!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1079/249/400/P1014606.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Life's a blessing with you by my side. Despite how cliche' it sounds, dardar, i love you with all of my heart. TDDUP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;With warm wishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-116158911933224473?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/116158911933224473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/116158911933224473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116158911933224473' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-116149646472041256</id><published>2006-10-22T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T13:59:36.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BACK AGAIN. :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-116149646472041256?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/116149646472041256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/116149646472041256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116149646472041256' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-113037750668741316</id><published>2005-10-27T09:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T09:45:06.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;*lAlalAla*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Humming to a song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Nyehh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Currently in the school library, researching for my Physics project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;MAK's on my left, and Wan's on my right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Probably think we'll slack the whole day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Games; GP.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Movie; Malay.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Oooh Weee.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Promoted to Yr 2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Maths; A [distinction.!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Physics; E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Econs; F =( [hopeless..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;GP: C6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;MT: B3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Coolness, wonderfoolness, greatness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Even though i'm supposed to be celebrating my victory, I'm also deeply saddened by the fact that a number of my dearest classmates will not be able to join us in O5S5 next yr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Yet, they'll always be in our hearts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Oops, emosi seh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Yearh, friends, always be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Diva Lina Sam, promoted.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Lol, i'm happie for you. (((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Fun filled yr ahead of us, '06.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Outta here now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Boo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-113037750668741316?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/113037750668741316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/113037750668741316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113037750668741316' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-113037749232968397</id><published>2005-10-27T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T09:44:52.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*lAlalAla*&lt;br /&gt;Humming to a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyehh.&lt;br /&gt;Currently in the school library, researching for my Physics project.&lt;br /&gt;MAK's on my left, and Wan's on my right.&lt;br /&gt;Probably think we'll slack the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;Games; GP.?&lt;br /&gt;Movie; Malay.?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh Weee.!&lt;br /&gt;Promoted to Yr 2.&lt;br /&gt;Maths; A [distinction.!]&lt;br /&gt;Physics; E&lt;br /&gt;Econs; F =( [hopeless..]&lt;br /&gt;GP: C6&lt;br /&gt;MT: B3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coolness, wonderfoolness, greatness.&lt;br /&gt;Even though i'm supposed to be celebrating my victory, I'm also deeply saddened by the fact that a number of my dearest classmates will not be able to join us in O5S5 next yr.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, they'll always be in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;Oops, emosi seh.&lt;br /&gt;Yearh, friends, always be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diva Lina Sam, promoted.!&lt;br /&gt;Lol, i'm happie for you. (((:&lt;br /&gt;Fun filled yr ahead of us, '06.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outta here now.&lt;br /&gt;Boo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-113037749232968397?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/113037749232968397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/113037749232968397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113037749232968397' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-113014658223645403</id><published>2005-10-24T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T17:36:22.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*lAlalAla*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Humming to S Club 8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Wherever you are, whatever you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Every breath that i take, i'll be thinking of me and you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Wherever you go, you know you're not alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So hold on and be strong, 'cause you know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're two hearts beating as one. &lt;/em&gt;("v")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Dumdeedaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Oh gosh, life's a breeze ain't it.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Especially when exam's are over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yearh, right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;No no, i'll be much more contented with life if there aren't any 'promotional exercise' or even 'project' to be completed over the hols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Optimistic; =) I'm doing the Physics project with MAK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Plus, i've confidence that i will be able to get promoted to Yr 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Of course, i'm not expecting any distinctions though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Just so long as i meet the requirements needed to promote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Well, with respective to the unsatisfactory results that i had obtained for the mid-yrs, all i'm hoping for now, is to pass my GP, MT, Maths and Physics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Economics.? Erps. Hell, no chance. But, hmm, maybe if i can scrape at least an AO pass, that'll be great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;On the other hand, nah, i certainly doubt so, since i remembered clearly how i spent the time, sleeping rather than writing pages of scripts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Muahahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Then again, it's no use rambling on abt spilt milk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Aniwaes, i had the most loveliest time with MAK, my dearest hubbie.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;We celebrated our 4 mths anniversary yesterrie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Spent the day, with him, window shopping at town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;He's darn sweet and cute. Sweets even took the effort to dress up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And, and, we took neoprints. Lolx, t'was his first time, but thank gdness, the pics turned out great. *grInns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Break our fast at LJS, FEP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Before heading back to Tanjong Pagar, my grandparent's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Umm. I was at town again, this afternoon, with Syahmi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Shopped for her so long shirt, Atticus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It's drizzling now, and i lurve the weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The ambience. Serene. Erms, a bit chilly, but, nvm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;For now, i'm missing MAK terribly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Bummer, there's no sch tmr, as our fate and future lies in the hands of our teachers, while they decide our promotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So, guess, i'll drop by again tmr alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Farewell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-113014658223645403?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/113014658223645403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/113014658223645403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113014658223645403' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-112946504008787412</id><published>2005-10-16T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T20:17:22.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;*lAlalAla*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Humming to Sugababes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Finally, the mind boggling promos are over and done with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Time for the subdued moment of intense relaxation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Of course, won't forget another round of preparations in time for Hari Raya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Fresh coat of paint for the walls; New curtains and bedsheets; Rearranging the furnitures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Name it, and that pretty much answers what my family and i have been up to for the past week or so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Thank goodnessme, i'm excused from fasting, so, at least, i do have this and that amt of energy to shove things ard the house, and get things done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Anyway, i'm not actually in the mood to update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;So much so to update my darling friends abt me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Till then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;*Hugs and kisses. ("v")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-112946504008787412?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112946504008787412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112946504008787412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112946504008787412' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-112653674500462231</id><published>2005-09-12T22:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T22:52:25.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*lAlalAla*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Humming to the theme song of America's Next Top Model.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yeah, i'm currently watching the teevie out there in the hall, while updating my blog, which i had left kinda unattended lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hmm, school's been sorta pressurizing on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;3 more weeks, approximately to the promotional exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I've been a dorkette these past few weeks, revising for my exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Erms, well, except, my long forgotten Econs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Haven't been touching it since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I did loads of Maths TYS qsns, very challenging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And, reading thru all of my Physics lecture notes, and the holy textbk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Gee, there's even the SPA Physics tmr, but, thx gdness, i'm prepared for it, mentally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Not forgetting the ML oral this Sat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Gotta brush up on my communication and oral skills. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;This and that, i'm pretty satisfied with myself, though i know i can do much better in lyf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Whatever it is, i'm gonna live my lyf to the fullest, optimistic; ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;By the way, i visited my dearie's house yesterrie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Got acquainted with his loving family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Had dinner there too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So sweet. *Mmwahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Holla, nite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-112653674500462231?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112653674500462231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112653674500462231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112653674500462231' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-112633042069014030</id><published>2005-09-10T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T13:33:40.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*lAlalAla*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Humming to Ayumi Hamasaki.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;True love never dies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ILUMAK. &lt;3&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Finally, the com's been buzzing again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Holidays has been quite a bore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The only thing that lifts up my spirits were those times when i had lessons in sch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Friends; Always there to lighten me up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hence, the literally cheerful mode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I miss my dearie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I realleh do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hollaback gurl~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;liyana : BOO ya back.! Heh, i've been fyn, thx. =) Hope ya are too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;azi : Thx for passin by sweets. Besties goes out to ya alrights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ameLia : Wei. I miss ya too. Ring me up if ya're bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;evelyn : I'M DEFINITELY MISSING YA TOO DEAR CUTEST JUNIOR OF MINE.!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Don't ya worry okies, i'll be back, pretty soon. Jus, holla me the band prac schedule. Lotsa luv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-112633042069014030?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112633042069014030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112633042069014030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112633042069014030' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-112566596007742725</id><published>2005-09-02T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T20:59:20.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*lAlalAla*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Humming to Danse Diabolique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm missing my darlin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And, while listening to this piece of classical music, it kinda hit me, that i miss having full band practises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Aww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Cool, rainy day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What a sore. And, when i left my sweater at home, hanging in the cupboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Raindrops;  Splash.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Puddles of water on the floor;  Splash.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mud: Splash, YUCKS.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;AKE prac, had music theory grade 1 lessons. Not bad, such a breeze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Waited up for MAK who was havin his hockey training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So, he couldnt accompany me home tonight, and we took the train instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;While he alighted at Bukit Gombak, he made sure that im under the gd hands of Fairoz, to accompany me all the way to Yishun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I love the heart to heart talk we share together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Erms, more like brother-sisterly sorta conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ooh, a total drag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What are holidays for, if we were to attend extra lessons.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Bleahs, but i don't seem to mind one lil bit. Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Maths lesson, and Physics lectures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I've better revise more now, that i've the 1 week break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Promotions, here i come.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hollaback gurl~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hafiz : Thanks for the TIP, if i would have called it. not ADVICE. I have every prerogative to define my appearance and image. Thanks a lot for that. And, oh, nah, i ain't faltered by those words of yours. =) Luv ya too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;faizal : Hey, thanks.! *huggs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-112566596007742725?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112566596007742725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112566596007742725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112566596007742725' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-112554629507534720</id><published>2005-09-01T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T11:44:55.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*lAlalAla*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Humming to Hilary Duff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;MAK is away at JB now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;That leaves me with; solitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I so f*ckin hate sch holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hollaback gurl~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;MAK : Sayang.! Thanks for tagging. I miss you too, truckloads. *mMuacks.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;audrey : Pretty pretty soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;aisyah/hafiz : Oh my dearest. i'm flattered that the both of ya actually took notice of me, and of course, my so called cockroach feelers. But, erms, WTH, i lurve my hair the way it is, though i'm always on the nerves these days, havin bad hair day. Now now, why don't the both of ya, pair up, go down to the nearest accessories shop, and get me some of their cute hair pins. I think it'll definetly look sweetie pie nice on me, and my cockroach feelers. Oops, yesh, love you too hafiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-112554629507534720?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112554629507534720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112554629507534720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112554629507534720' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-112548218734411944</id><published>2005-08-31T17:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T17:56:27.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*lAlalAla*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Humming to Anja Digma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Alasnya engkau, ilmu berkhidmat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Citra sahsia nirmalamu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Tutur katamu, bagai pendinding,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Buat pembuka layar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;This goes out to all teacher's on these cheery day dedicated just for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;HAPPY TEACHERS' DAY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;When i first step into my class, you were right there within my sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You guided me into my new found life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You said you would be right my side, watching over me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And till this day, you stood on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And you stood on, never letting go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Thank you is not enough for me to show my gratitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The lessons that you taught me, would be with me forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And, you will always be in my memory as my teacher, as my teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;With luv. ("v")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The events at school as followed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Didnt arrive on time. Late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Assembled at the quadrangle for Aces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Impromptu AKE performance for principal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Aces workout. Pump It.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;AKE break performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The celebration.! The hall was decorated so lovelie, its as if we're going  for a wedding reception. Nyehh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Dikir performance. A total blast. Three cheers for the dikir barat girls, and others involved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hip Hip Hurray.!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Freshened up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Headed to Chestnut Drive, MAK's alma mater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Got to know his clique of friends, a bunch of friendly guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yearh, currently, i'm just lazing ard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Still, stinky, in my sch blouse and shorts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-112548218734411944?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112548218734411944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112548218734411944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112548218734411944' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-112540736709777643</id><published>2005-08-30T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T21:09:27.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*lAlalAla*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Humming to Green Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Wake me up, when September ends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Current fav song, among my fellow classmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ever wonder why.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Well, that's because, we have this great tendency to fall asleep during and in between lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;=P And, we chose this song, as our wake up call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Coolness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Aniwaes. Its Teacher's Day tmr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-112540736709777643?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112540736709777643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112540736709777643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112540736709777643' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-112515284213313257</id><published>2005-08-27T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T22:27:22.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*lAlalAla*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Humming to, well i ain't exactly humming to anything right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Watching Charlie anbd the Chocolate Factory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Erms, clarifications, the computer is only a mere 15cm away from the tv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It's a Saturday, thus meaning, that i didn't get to see my dearie hubby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Fortunately, we've plans to meet up tmr, for revisions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;MAK, I MISS YOU, LOADS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hollaback gurl~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aisyah [OP] : hey hey.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-112515284213313257?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112515284213313257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112515284213313257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112515284213313257' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-112506078309504144</id><published>2005-08-26T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T20:53:03.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*lAlalAla*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Humming to Smallville's song theme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My sincerest apologies, from the bottom of my heart goes out to those who might be affected by my previous blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I realised, or precisely, just found out that, the 'selections' were simply meant to be a threaten to us, as a form of motivation for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;More like competitive spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yearh, but aniwaes, i should have not jump into conclusions without investigating the real thin that's happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Once again, im sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And, ROCK ON, DIKIR GIRLS.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;:)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*Grinns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My darlin momsie, bought me a new pair of slippers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It so matches my school bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ripcurl; black; and pink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Been intimidated by my own emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I so lurve my dearest hubby. MAK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Gotta continue with my revisions for the promotion exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Signing off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-112506078309504144?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112506078309504144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112506078309504144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112506078309504144' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-112497588231965534</id><published>2005-08-25T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T21:20:59.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;lAlalAla*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Humming to the rapid beatings of my heartbeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Im gettin kinda lazy to blog nowadays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Simply couldnt find the time, energy, or the momentum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But, aniwaes, since, i have all three now, sorta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Here goes the typical rantings for the past 3 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED 17TH BIRTHDAY TO MY DEAREST BF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED 2 MTHS ANNIVERSARY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Celebrated his b'day with a surprise cake in class, after sch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;He was oh so touched, i could see tears in his eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;He even spoon fed me his part of the b'day cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Lolx. Ohkaes. Bla bla bla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Dedicated him a song, More Than Words, sung live by me.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;While, Fairoz strummed the guitar along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And, of course, his b'day gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ILUMAK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;AKE practise after sch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Practised the repertoire for Teacher's Day performance next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Plus, i even volunteered myself as the emcee for our performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And, today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;First period, Econs lesson in LT2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;We ended our class early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So, our Econs teacher, suggested the idea of getting someone to sing a song, up front.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And, ooh guess who the class voted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But, though i hesitated initially, i willingly got up, and sang a song, specially for Mr Chee, our teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I told him, that the song will be dedicated to him, on behalf of the class, as a token of gratitude for the upcoming Teacher's Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I sang a number composed by Wan, which was supposedly for our gig, which sadly, we didnt make through the second round of auditions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Who cares, i managed to sing it to my teacher and classmates anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And the day passes by, with a long break, and 2 free periods before the end of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Obviously, we spent the whole 2 periods chit-chatting away, in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Singing, talking, gossiping, and ya know it, other craps that ya'll bound to do to somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;T'was a definite humour when, our principal took no notice of the chaos that seems to be evolving in our class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yups. Lazed ard, and went off for my dikir prac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Pisses me off, when they mentioned there's gonna be selections.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Like, i beg ya pardon, wtf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Selecting the best for the performance.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nyehh. We practised together as a grp, but only a few will be chosen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;For gdness sake, i bet only their clique will be hand picked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Bleahs~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So, left early, and i was already on my way home, in the bus, with Azri, when Nat, informed me that she left her purse in my sch bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And, yearh, off we were, back to sch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Journey home, yet again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Intimacy, redefined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Wei.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm blabbing, am i.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;MUAHAHAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;MY BLOG. I LIVE BY MY OWN RULES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hollaback gurl~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;aisyah : yes, m'dear. thanks for tagging alrights. hehe. feel free to drop by again, anytime. take care for now. :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-112497588231965534?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112497588231965534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112497588231965534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112497588231965534' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-112471935573287926</id><published>2005-08-22T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T22:02:35.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*lAlalAla*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Humming to Chocolate Karma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Cuddled up on the bed, with soft, cushy comforters and pink pillows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Enchanted by the sound of melancholy music, which i know, will bring tears of happiness into my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;In cloud nine, reading, love letters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mesmerized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;("v") ILUMAK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-112471935573287926?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112471935573287926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112471935573287926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112471935573287926' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-112461329463676340</id><published>2005-08-21T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T16:34:54.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*lAlalAla*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Humming to Bo Bice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I wanna be inside your heaven, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Take me to the place you cry from, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Where the storm blows your way, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I wanna be the Earth that holds you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Every bit of air you breathin in, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;of soothin wind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna be inside your heaven.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The performance at Lau Pa Sat yestereve was an applaudable one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A great musical evening indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Throngs of supporters from MI. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Families, diners, tourists watched and listened to the melodious music being played by the one and only MI ANGKLUNG KULINTANG ENSEMBLE.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;T'was worth all the hard work during long hours of practises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My family came. *Mmwahs. Always being there for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yearh, we took loads of pixxies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me, Hafirah, Nani, Syahidah, Adibah and Nora were the loudest peeps of all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Noisiest crew amongst the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;We shouted, screamed, laughed, danced, and did other nonsensical foolish stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Certainly enjoyed ourselves thoroughly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Splendidly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Made our way back to sch, packed and de-brief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Cool; we received a souveniour from LPS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A fish deco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Darlx fetched me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Loveliest time again, as usual, on the ride home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Huga &amp; kisses; ILUMAK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-112461329463676340?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112461329463676340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112461329463676340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112461329463676340' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-112450752305321849</id><published>2005-08-20T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T11:12:03.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*lAlalAla*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Humming to GranSazers. [Or whatever they spelled it.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The past week at sch was a breeze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Except for the seasonal sickness, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;That's damn sure dreadful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Flu; cough; feverish feelin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nyehh, ya know how i hate experiencing blocked nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Bleahs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Monday; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Pantun comp. Went on smoothly, well, at least way better than i had expected it to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Blood test at SOC J.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Tuesday; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Results for blood test. Platelets count increased. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Discharged. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Free from that gibberish evil dengue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Wednesday; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ran 2.4km for NAPFA retest together with Syahmi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Helped her improve her timing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Had AKE prac, and darling accompanied me home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Thursday;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Down in the drains during econs lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Very emotional day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2nd round of Teacher's Day auditions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yearh, dikir and band. Went ook. No comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A definite need to brush up everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Darl accompanied me home again, as i wasnt feeling well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Friday; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Kinda sick, yet again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Emosi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;AKE prac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;EMOSI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Saturday; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Swept with emotions. ("v")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Lau Pa Sat performance tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;7-8pm. Drop by for an enchanting evening while having ya scrumptious meal at LPS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hmm, that's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Take care ya loyal blogger readers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hollaback gurl~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;aisyah : hey there, thanks for dropping by. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-112450752305321849?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112450752305321849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112450752305321849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112450752305321849' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-112402954905685070</id><published>2005-08-14T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T22:39:09.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*lAlalAla*&lt;br /&gt;Humming to Peter Pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;//* __ Mesmerized by the fireworks by the bay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Sunday was a wonderful success.! :)))&lt;br /&gt;The Esplanade concert hall was full house.&lt;br /&gt;Such unexpected popularity for PYwinds.&lt;br /&gt;My family, bf, and classmates attended the concert to support me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially my darling.&lt;br /&gt;He was supposedly to be away at a wedding ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;And, till then, i didnt look forward for him to attend.&lt;br /&gt;But, like, right after the concert, he msg-ed me, saying that he's waitin outside the concert hall.&lt;br /&gt;Instantaneously, i went "OH MY GOD.! HE CAME.!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Lolx, i was damn touched lah.&lt;br /&gt;He surprised me by rushing all the way just in time for my concert.&lt;br /&gt;So superb sweet.&lt;br /&gt;("v") ASK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family, sat right up front, second row, and my mum kept smiling at me.&lt;br /&gt;*Mmwahs. Love her mushy much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniwaes, my relatives did come too, but unfortunately, they didnt manage to get in cause there weren't any more seats left. =(&lt;br /&gt;So, once the concert was over, chatted awhile with my bf and classmates, then went off to meet my family and relatives.&lt;br /&gt;Window shopped at Marina Square.&lt;br /&gt;Then, strolled at Marina Bay to watch the fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Took my breath away...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yearh, this and that, bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;I'm performin for the Teacher's Day concert.&lt;br /&gt;AKE; Wan, Jack, Sirhan, and me as vocalist; and dikir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appointment at Tan Tock Seng tmr, for yet another freaking blood test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm overwhelmed with exhaustion already.&lt;br /&gt;Night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-112402954905685070?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112402954905685070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112402954905685070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112402954905685070' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-112364305646642498</id><published>2005-08-10T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T11:04:16.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*lAlalAla*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Humming to Taufik Batisah and Rui En.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;HAPPY 40TH NATIONAL DAY, SINGAPORE.!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Celebratin 40 years of independence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;From a small island of fishing port, she flourishes to a vibrant hub.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I ("V") SINGAPORE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Damn it, im uber proud to be a SINGAPOREAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;YAY.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So, 2 days back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Celebration at sch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Wasnt that much, but, i did enjoyed myself thoroughly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Makin kites, watching loads of kites zooming abt in the air, reminiscing the past, and finally, singing our hearts out during the sing-along session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;We definitely rock the pathetic school hall down with our voices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hand in hand; hugs; laughters; swaying; AMUSEMENT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And, later, had lunch at Queensway with half of my class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Btw, ILUMAK. *MMwahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Here it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Planned to be at the celebration @ Jurong East, to watch my school malay dancers doing their thing there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And, supposedly, to attend my class bbq last night too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But, my darlin was down with fever. =(&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get well soon, honey.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;He had to rest at home, so, eventually, i ended up shouting my lungs out, and be part of the heartland celebration @ Yishun, which was practically across the road from my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Convenience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;YISHUN ROCKS. LIKE TOTALLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I wasn't dressed in red, but who cares, i definitely had truckloads of fun with most of my relatives ard too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;T'was indeed a joyous eve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Great performances, highlights, super energetic motivators, tasty Turkish ice-cream, and my gdness, FIREWORKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The fireworks was breathtaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;BEAUTIFUL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It just addded more colours to the dark blue sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The SPARKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ooh. Those blue, red, yellow, green fireworks soaring right above our heads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Soaring, tumbling, freewheeling, through an endless diamond sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Moving on, we waited at the bus stop, for the Army Tanks all the way from the Padang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My relatives, both young and old, we waved and shouted, non-stop at these green looking peeps in those huge bigg tanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Other spectators were staring at us in awe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Muahahahas. Probably because of the energy and enthusiasm bubbling in us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Heys, it's an annual event, we gotta live it up for one night.! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yearh, that was all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;TODAY in history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hollaback gurl~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;rul : a pleasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-112364305646642498?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112364305646642498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112364305646642498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112364305646642498' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-112338299158681754</id><published>2005-08-07T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T10:49:51.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*lAlalAla*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Humming to 98.7 fm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hey hey hey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Heylooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Waddddsup.?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Whats the story this time round.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I've been rather busy lately, with AKE pracs, PY practises, and school work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Right, I know i have been repeating this for like god knows how many times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But still, i couldnt find any other reason to explain my absence from the blogging world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And, im gon' have my PY prac again later this afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Will be meeting my Syg right after that for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Oh goodies, my dad's car is stalled, so, MAK offered to accompany me home instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;How sweet.. ("v")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;By the way, i've been urging my mama for a brand new pair of spectacles, and also, a new hp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm not getting these two items jus for the sake of buying it though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The specs that im currently using now looks very much pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Streaks all over the lens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Practically covering up the whole lens, needless to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yearh, and of course, im sure my vision has worsened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Woots, nilAm has bad eyesight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Can't even flight the correct bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What a jerk; ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Same prob goes for my hp.! It can't function the way it was when i first bought it. Thank the gdness, my parents suggested to trade in this one that im using now, for a new Sony Ericsson. &lt;em&gt;Hoping...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hollaback gurl~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Arrohman : Wei, im doing pretty fine now. Thanks very nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nisa : Not at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-112338299158681754?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112338299158681754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112338299158681754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112338299158681754' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-112315022765736422</id><published>2005-08-04T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T18:10:27.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*lAlalAla*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Humming to the serenity of subdued silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Rainy, rainy day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Fortunately, i brought along my sweater, to keep me warm all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And, coincidentally, we spent most of the time in air-conditioned rms instead of the class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It rm, LT rms, and the library.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Highlights;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;* Awarded an A for my 2.4km run [12.31mins.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;* Chosen to be one of the poetry competitors, representing my Malay class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;* My home tutor commented that i shld be mixing more with the rest of my fellow classmates, instead of the clique that i'm hanging out with, which consists of the class boys, Amalina, and Syahmi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;* Erms, i need to open up and talk more in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;* Buck up with my studies in time for promotions exam.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;* I lurve my Syg. ("v") ILUMAK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Signing off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-112315022765736422?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112315022765736422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112315022765736422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112315022765736422' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-112288679870153067</id><published>2005-08-01T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T17:00:52.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*lAlalAla*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Humming to my concert pieces.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heyloos. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday blues hit me alright.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I expected to do my 2.4km run, for NAPFA test, but instead we did these;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shuttle run; 10.35sec [1st girl in class.! =p]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sit ups; 30 [Erms. I can't do proper sit ups.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Standing broad jump; 210cm [1st again.!]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've attained 15 pts so far, and as it seems, i'm aiming for 30 pts, the honourable gold award.!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most peeps, including myself, don't believe that i am quite fit for all these exercises.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, i guess, its time for me to start believing in myself, and achieve for the best.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmm, yesterday's PY prac was fine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nevertheless the dull atmosphere.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Met my Syg straight after.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Mmwahs* ILUMAK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HT period this morn, was on sexuality education.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yups, another one of those hated educational talks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;However, since it was abt sex and etc, it kinda raised the interests of the fellow MI students.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not me though, i fell asleep. Muahahas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overwhelmed by exhaustion.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slept at 1.30am, explained.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11th hour work, as usual.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had to complete Maths assignments, plus arranging the file in order, bla bla bla, took me the entire night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucky me, i was on the phone with darlin all the while.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We're each other's motivation. [I'm his Maths mentor in class.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kept me awake, at least.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll go and rest, for now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hollaback gurl~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nisa : Heys, thanks for the hugs and kisses.! Appreciate it. Thta's very sweet of ya. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;naqiahh : It's been a long time indeed. Do drop by more often yearh. Take care cuzzie. *hUggs*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-112288679870153067?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112288679870153067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112288679870153067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112288679870153067' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-112247117114263613</id><published>2005-07-27T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T21:32:51.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*lAlalAla*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Humming to S1 Family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Missin bloggin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Currently, my life revolves ard sch, AKE, and my bf. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So, i guess that'll explains my absence for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My legs are aching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;We, girls, had our 2.4km practise earlier this morn, during PE lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;We were separated into 2 grps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And for mine, i was the first to cross the line. =p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;VICTORY, key to SATISFACTION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;8 rounds ard the track; 12.49sec.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I've improved a lot since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Pretty proud of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;As i was sprinting my last round, across the field, i could hear chants and shouts from my fellow schmates. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My gosh, my dear friends, were there, rooting for me, supporting me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;That was the only motivation that i need to make it to the finishing line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Thanks you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;YOU ROCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I managed to earn an approval and praises from my GP teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Can't believe i'm actually one of the gd GP students, eeks, within the boundary of the 4 walls of my class only, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Haks. Not bad lah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Aiming for B3 for promos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sweet reveries*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hollaback gurl~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;phAtiHa : phAt, pls kay. whatever lah eh. isk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;eZa-DoLL : thankiew. hey you, say heyloo the next time we bump into each other in sch aights.? =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-112247117114263613?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112247117114263613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112247117114263613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112247117114263613' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-112227815843845981</id><published>2005-07-25T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T15:56:51.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;lAlalAla*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Humming to Kelly Clarkson. &lt;em&gt;yet again..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;PY prac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Glad to be back again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;From 2nd, &lt;em&gt;dish.! &lt;/em&gt;to 3rd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm talking abt the clarinet parts here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Well, it seems like someone chose to take over my part during my absence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So, unfortunately, as it seems, i had to sight read. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Got that.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;SIGHT READ the 3rd parts. And gees, the concert's in a mth's time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Bueks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Was lightened up by Darlx's presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Since, i havent had any meal from morning, i decided to munch, gobble, nyum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;From City Hall, we strolled all the way to Lau Pa Sat, taking in the breathtaking view of the Esplanade showering in the evening glow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beautiful; Serene; Magical.. &lt;/em&gt;Hands in hands with my syg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;After dinner, we headed home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Now, i'm supposed to be resting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;That's cause i jus reached home from sch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But, thing is, imma gon be on my way back to sch, for night study with Darlx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Loads of bucking up to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Physics and GP, but i intend to complete all of my Maths assignments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My current mission for tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;LOL =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hollaback gurl~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;azi : thanks for dropping by dear. heyloos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;pearlynn : wei. of course i remember ya. heh. its a lurvelie skin, aint it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hudz : *sigh* an idiot like zabir should be ignored. bleahs. but still we chose to KUTUK him. muahahas. heyloo hudz. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-112227815843845981?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112227815843845981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112227815843845981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112227815843845981' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-112218158020522553</id><published>2005-07-24T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T13:06:20.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*lAlalAla*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Humming to silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Gotsa get ready for PY prac soon enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Thank gdness Darlx's meeting me after prac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Looking forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hollaback gurl~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;fira : precisely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;amalina : oh, heyloos. i've jus recovered from suspected dengue fever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nisa : hmm, on sch days, i'm mostly online at night. preferably afetr maghrib/isyak. yups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-112218158020522553?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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Romance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Why does tonight has to end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Why can't we hit restart and pause it at our fav parts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;We'll skip the gdbyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;AKE prac yesterday afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Miss those angklungs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But, it kinda bores me, seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ended 15 mins before 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Darlx waited for me by the pond, since his hockey training ended earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Wait. We took the long ride home, as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;852, all the way from BB to Yishun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And all the while, i had my mobile on the silent mode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So, i didnt realise that my momsie left me 8 miss calls, and a msg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;As soon as i was out at the doorsteps in front of my house, mama rushed to the door and started crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;OMG. My heart simply breaks whenever she does that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;She began fussing over me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Asking me where i went after sch, why i didnt ans any of her calls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Bla bla bla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And, that got me in tears too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I began crying, and hugged her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Comforted her, calmed her down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Assuring her that i was perfectly fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nyehh. It slipped off her mind that i told her abt my AKE prac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My dad had already called sch by then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;T'was my mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Gosh, but i hate it when i made my dearest mum cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;She worries abt me practically all the time, i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;She loves me, and so do i.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;("v")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;AKE prac again this morn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Learnt 2 more songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I've like 4 performances next mth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;090805 : MI National Day Celebration. AKE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;120805 : Marina performance. AKE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;140805 : Beautiful Sunday, Esplanade. PhilYouth Winds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;270805 : Lau Pa Sat performance. AKE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Coolness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Need to practise more on my clarinet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm pretty much strong with the angklung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Thanks to my musical background knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So, after 3 weeks of break from PY prac due to mid-yrs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'll be back again for tmr's rehearsal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Aniwaes. I  attended my alma mater's open house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Huamin Primary School.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Felt good to be back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Past, pleasant memories rushed and flooded my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I was on the verge of crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Aww, sweet aint it.? &lt;em&gt;Definitely.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Met a couple of my juniors, and cousins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me; big sis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Muahahas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ohkies the dokies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ta-ta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hollaback gurl~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;nadiah : heyloos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;diva : *salutes* ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-112210942161155125?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112210942161155125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112210942161155125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112210942161155125' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-112203917357809346</id><published>2005-07-22T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T21:40:42.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*lAlalAla*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Humming to Gwen Stefani.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I lurve my sch.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I lurve my friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I lurve my bf.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I lurve my family.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I lurve my hp.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I lurve my room, with my bed, and of course the soft plush pillows and comforter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I lurve my house.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I lurve my band.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I lurve my instrument.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I lurve my passion, hobby and interests.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I lurve practically everything that i've been blessed with in this life full of wonders.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But, oh gee, apparently, i hate ya, that annoying tagger.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eeeks. Do come again yah. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hollaback gurl~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zabir : i'm flattered that ya actually bothered to have an interest at heart abt me, and talk trash. well, ya seem to have like prolly loads of free time to drop by. anw, ya're welcome anytime dude. it's a pleasure realleh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fana : thanks ah fana. isk. giler sak. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;liyana : heyloos. thx for tagging..&lt;br /&gt;Nisa : sweets. i owe ya one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&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/5904260-112203917357809346?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112203917357809346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112203917357809346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112203917357809346' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-112183241440141450</id><published>2005-07-20T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T12:06:54.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*lAlalAla*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Humming to the rapid beatings of my heartbeats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ASK. ("V")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yayness.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Millenia Institute, here i come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Be prepared for my arrival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hollaback gurl~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;patricia : been wondering where on earth did ya go. heh. i miss ya and everyone else in 05S5. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nisa : i'm much better compared to a week ago. seriously. thanks to dearest friends like ya. sweets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-112183241440141450?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112183241440141450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112183241440141450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112183241440141450' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-112176162233866619</id><published>2005-07-19T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T16:27:02.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*lAlalAla*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Humming to Lindsay Lohan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Goodies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The rashes are less than likely to be seen now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yesh, it aint that obvious to the eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Unless, ya're staring at my legs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yucks. No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mine's red and splotchy all over, still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Finally, after being cooped up in my room for days, i followed my mum to the market.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I hesitated at first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But since t'was for breakfast, and she insisted, i knew i had no other options.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Aniwaes, cheery adorable cute lil Nazu baby was ard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I simply couldnt resist her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The advantages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sadly, it occurs only when ya're optimistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Honestly, i lurve the atmosphere of cuddling up to a gd book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Relaxing, jus lazing ard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Well, i got myself a book recently, by Nora Roberts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;One of my all time fav author.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It's a trilogy, so, that's certainly the best deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Worth purchasin it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm now self absorbed and very much engrossed in the 3rd part of the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Lovers and Dreamers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Daydreamin's lurvelie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I should do it more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hollaback gurl~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;phAt : RIGHT. YOU.! OFF YOUR LAZY BUM. Help me out with the chores.! Psst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;MAK : Yups. like, finally, 2 more days. i'm resting well indeed. lurve ya darlx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-112176162233866619?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112176162233866619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112176162233866619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112176162233866619' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-112166061305906874</id><published>2005-07-18T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T19:34:55.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*lAlalAla*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Humming to Kelly Clarkson.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here i am, once again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm torn into pieces.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can't deny it, can't pretend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just thought you were the one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Broken up, deep inside.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you won't get to see the tears i've cried.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Behind these hazel eyes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm missing out on sch.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Probably missing out on hell loads of other good stuff as well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lemme see, embracing my loved ones, my darlinx friends, bliNg*blAng.!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wonderfool gfs, they are.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Full of crap, lame, bitch, gossip, ditch, and LOVE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yups. At least, they got trucks of love going on ard.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spread it ard, babes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of course, i'm drooling over Maths.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muahahas. Ohschmucks. Wootthehell.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MATHS. I MISS YOU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only god knows how pathetic disoriented my day gets when there's no Maths.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other than the lovey-dovery fact that i got to seat beside my bf during Maths lesson.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But, puhlease, when its studyin time, its STUDYIN time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like, smacks. I practically didnt attend Maths mid-yr paper.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bleahhhs. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And, now, i'm gonna miss 3 days of Maths.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAVE ME FROM THIS NIGHTMARE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh whoa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I must be feeling way darn better now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The non-stop raindrop out there cures it all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I lurve the simplicity of the weather.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Windows closed, curtains draped, lights out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And, that leaves only the glow from the computer screen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheerrr sickness gotten over me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My bed's not been made for like almost a week.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goodies, my routine everyday, is to rest, so bueks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here i am.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No household chores.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Momma, she must have misses me doing the cleaning ard the house.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But, nopes, the Doctor said to me, "You need to rest."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EEEEKS. I'm crapping, get me outta here.!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, rest in peace.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ILUMAK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hollaback gurl~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ameLia : getting well already. thanks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hudz : aww. i'm missing the whole lot of ya here. *mMUACKs.!*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-112166061305906874?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112166061305906874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112166061305906874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112166061305906874' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-112148138897363729</id><published>2005-07-16T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T10:36:28.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*lAlalAla*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Humming to the peaceful sound of the falling raindrops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Darlinx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I won't ever leave you, not for anything or anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I've no intentions whatsoever to let ya be taken away from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You made me whole, and i never wanna say gdbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Darlinx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I appreciate all the things ya did for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Accompanying me home; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hugs; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Holding my hands; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Seating beside me during lectures;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Caring for me;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Night calls;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Text-msging;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Most of all, jus being there for me when i need ya the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Simply knowing that ya presence ignites my life, contents me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Darlinx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ya existence brings great pleasure to me, that i thought i'd never known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Take my hand; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And guide me through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hold me tight;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And never let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;From the bottom of my heart, i then shall say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I Love U Md. Azri Khairuddin. ("v")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hollaback gurl~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;seri : hiyax.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;nat : gue pun rindu sama lu. *mMwahs* thanks yah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;fana : get well soon for the both of us kay. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-112148138897363729?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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neighbour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Rashes; Blood tests; Fatigue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;PAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And i'll be in the warmth comfort of my blanket and bed for the next 5 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;See ya guys in sch on Thurs.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hollaback gurl~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;rul : pardon me. i thought ya knew. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nisa : heyloos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;dIana : thanks sis. i'm getting kinda bored restin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;MAK : ILUMAK. i miss ya too dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-112141989037282903?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112141989037282903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112141989037282903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112141989037282903' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-112124999640859790</id><published>2005-07-13T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T18:19:56.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*lAlalAla*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Humming to Carrie Underwood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;OUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;HAVE A DATE WITH ME AT TAN TOCK SENG ALRIGHTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-112124999640859790?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112124999640859790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112124999640859790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112124999640859790' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-112116550579697464</id><published>2005-07-12T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T18:52:41.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*lAlalAla*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Humming to Corrine May.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Everything in its time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Lethargic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mid-yrs sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Fever's a nightmare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;To my darlinx peeps, thanks again for ya care and concern. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;God bless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And may my second blood test tmr reads a normal blood count.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hollaback gurl~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Qunts : yesh, been outta the weather lately. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;phAt : lolx. he's always like that.. thanks anw sis. mmwahs.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ameLia : couldnt make it, had shivers the whole night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&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/5904260-112116550579697464?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112116550579697464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112116550579697464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112116550579697464' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-112096861319895865</id><published>2005-07-10T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T12:34:46.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;*lAlalAla*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Humming to Corrine May.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Save me from this place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Heaven knows i'm falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;For you, my sweet embrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Heaven knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Heaven knows i've been waiting for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Rashes; Shivers; Headaches; Body aches; FEVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I've most of the of symptoms of the Dengue fever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Nyehh heh heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;It all began when, i was at Wdlds library with my hubby to study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Revised Physics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Yearh, i'm not sure whether its the low temperature or t'was simply me feeling utterly chilly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I was wearing a 3/4 top, with my sweater on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Yet, i couldnt seem to stop shivering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Errps. I tried to compose myself, but it was out of maintenance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;He noticed, and insisted that we headed back home instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;So, i continued to shiver all the way home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Once i had settled down, my head started to throb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Thank gdness my grandma was ard, so, i got her to massage my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;She fussed over me, saying i'm caught with a slight fever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Thus, mama made me a glass of hot Milo, and i had to consume a tablet ot panadol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Dreamland, under my warm cosy blanket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Yestermorn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;My temp zoomed all the way to 39.9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Boo hoo hoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I started to cry, cos i was feeling rather scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;No one was ard except my sleeping sis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;In order to reduce the pain, i went back to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I woke up later, [mama was in the kitchen, cooking] and took my temp again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;40.2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Showed her the thermometer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;She insisted that i went straight to the toilet and have a cold bath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Oh my, the water was damn cold lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Brrrr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Rest the whole day through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;No one was at home, so i called up my darlinx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;He's oh so sweet. ("v") &lt;em&gt;Mmwahs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Fell asleep ard 8+pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;But mama kept checking up one me every few mins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;And everytime she came into the rm, the first thing she did was to pull down the blanket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Muahahas. I guessed, i must have covered myself with blanket while sleeping without realising it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;She wont let me hide myself undercover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Bueks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Then, my pops came home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;He started making a racket, cos i wasnt brought to the clinic asap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;39.6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Brought a pail of cold water in the rm, and placed my feet inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;My legs and arms were massaged with cold water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Honestly, it felt soo weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Throughout the whole night, my dad made sure that the cloth on my forehead remains wet and cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Obvious wasnt it.? I didnt had a gdnite sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;This morn, it decreases to 38.4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;And i'm feeling much better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I can even SING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;=p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;My parents and my lil bro left for KK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Had an appointment regarding his blood test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;And, gosh, my dad jus called a few mins ago, saying that my bro will be admitted for 3 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Poor thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Yearps, he has Dengue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;For now, i'll pray for him to recover, and hope that i wont be in the same state as him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Cos, my mid-yrs are 2 days away.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;By the way, this goes out to you, Alyson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Got to know that ya look forward to go to my blog to read abt Azri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Heh, don't you worry, he takes gd care of me indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's fortunate to have a wonderful friend like ya, and vice versa. :)))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Well, do tag yearh.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Hollaback gurl~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;ameLia : t'was nie bumping into ya again. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;syaz' : hehe, sweetness, i like. thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Nisa : yesh girly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;fana : isk. takder kerja eh dok.?! hahaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-112096861319895865?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112096861319895865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112096861319895865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112096861319895865' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-112073236331425944</id><published>2005-07-07T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T18:32:43.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;*lAlalAla*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Humming to MI AKE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;My ever so bony body is aching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;And, its painstakingly sore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Arms, thighs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Hurts so bad, ought to zonk out pretty soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Wan; I'M SORRY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Well, i'm still humming to the songs that MI AKE played yesternight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Attended the SYF Instrumental Ensemble Presentation, at S'pore Conference Hall, with the other yr ones AKE members.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I'm very much astounded by the melodious musiq made by the gamelan from Siglap Sec.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Honestly, they were the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Even the strings and the gu-zheng attracted the attention of my ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;MI AKE did splendid, as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Sch today was very much full of humour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Managed to got out of my GP lecture for almost 15 mins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Me and Ama chatted and took a stroll, for fresh air during that period of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Erms, actually, we simply couldnt stand the coolness of the LT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;That's exactly why we went out, without being noticed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Hubby acompanied me home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Board the 852 bus, instead of the train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Loveliest time with him, eeks, except fo the part when my headache took control of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Accompanied him to NP for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Bleahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;("v") HAVING YOU IS ENOUGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-112073236331425944?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112073236331425944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112073236331425944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112073236331425944' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-112064120621928584</id><published>2005-07-06T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T23:10:07.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;*lAlalAla*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Humming to Jojo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;You don't have to buy nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;It's not what i want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Baby, it's YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;We don't have to go nowhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;It's not what i want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Baby, it's YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;It's not 'bout what you got, i know you got a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;No matter what you do, you always get it hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;It's you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Baby, all i want is YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Mama got me a brand new pair of Adidas sneakers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Coolness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;We went to Penin yestereve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Well, before that we were at the optical shop over at Yishun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;To collect my lil bro's first pair of specs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;And, as i walked past the shop, my eyes set on these cool looking pair of specs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Brown and black, kinda like the ones that the majority is wearing, though, unlike them, mine needs proper lens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Gees. Mama approves of it, said i look just as nice with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;And, anw, i even tried on a similar one, but, in red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Funky. Cou;dn't find a pink one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;The only ones available was purplish-pink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Now, i know i'm kinda fickle-minded, so, i still can't decided which pair i should lay my hands on.&lt;br /&gt;Brown-black, red, or the purplish-pink.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Nyehh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I'll let momsies to do the honour of decision making, as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;So, so, back to the sneakers of mine.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;It's beige and pink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Again, my parents chose the design and colour for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;All i did was to *nod-my-head* in approval.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;PE today, was no doubt, another round of sheer enlightenment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Yearh, right. I wishh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;T'was more like pure torture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;But, oopsie, imma kinda getting used to these conditioning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Erps, gives me a sense of satisfaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Me thinks my stamina has improved a bit lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Oh dear. Aint that uber great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Miss FIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Lolx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Maths test after break was bueks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I managed to answer all qsns, except for the fact that after i handed it it, and compared answeres with the rest, i realised that i did a careless mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;AAARGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I hate it when these things happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I mean, i got all the methods perfectly done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;But, my addition sign, somehow became a subtraction sign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Like, WTH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I was so looking forward to score full marks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Never the mind, all i gotta do now is to make sure that i don't repeat these stoopid mistakes while doing my mid-yr maths paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;*prayin hard*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ohkies, darlink of mine accompanied me home today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Poor thing you, thighs in pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Go rest alrights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;ilu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Hollaback gurl~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;lynn : yesh, its indeed a new skin, for this bloggie of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;diva : wei.! i always have tons of truckloads of fun, whenever ya're around.! seriously, ya presence lifts up my spirit. appreciate it very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eZa-DoLL : a pleasure to drop by.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hudz :  my oh my. i sense envy ard here somewhere. wakakas. hudz, hudz.. dun worry lah k. i love ya too.!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-112064120621928584?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112064120621928584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112064120621928584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112064120621928584' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-112048666189224345</id><published>2005-07-04T21:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T22:21:04.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*lAlalAla*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Humming to the McDonalds teevie commercial.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had a blastin' good time with my dearest gfs. [bliNg*blAng]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmm. Of course, t'was jus full of lameness, crap, gossips, and otehr nonsensical stuffs which are too insane to be mention.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Practically cracking up in laughter every few minutes or so. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muahahas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These pretty bitches realleh entertained me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Though, Hudz kept bullying me.! &lt;em&gt;boohoohoo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lolx. But, yearps.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me, Tutz, Nat, Hudz, Ama and Firah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not forgetting Sabrina.! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As our sole intention of this gathering was to kinda bid farewell to her, cos she had withdrawn from MI.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her presence will still remain without our heart. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lurve ya guys like darn muchies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rambling on, we had our lunch at cine's LJS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spent almost an hour, eating and chatting away.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jolly wonderful tym.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My oh my.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They're all so dressed up and look really great. &lt;em&gt;Jambu..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Erps, wait, including me too.!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heh, yearh, we all look sorta attractive. &lt;em&gt;HONEST.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Though, its not up to me to judge our appearance, but, wth, who cares.?!?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As long as we walked down along Orchard Rd, with a sense of self-confidence.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, we decided not to shop, but jus chill at Lido's McCafe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snap pixxies. And yesh, played "truth or dare".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Except, there weren't any truths revealed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We dared each other all the way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the center stage was the corridor in front of Isetan, facing McCafe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ya name it, we were attention grabbers. Wakakas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But, everyone were a gd sport.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nat had to dance with the pillar. Seductively. Nyehh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sab, she had to do 10 push ups.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tutz, pretended to sell her new pair of $8 slippers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me.?! I made a fool out of myself by doing 20 pairs of jumping jacks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And, last but not least, Firah, tai-ji-ing to the background music [Goodies], and scared the hell out of a stranger.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We were indeed a bunch of jokers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goody, Ama and Hudz had to leave earlier.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For they would have been the named the laughingstock of the day too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh wells.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chatted with my darlx while pondering over undone assignments.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cooked my own dinner.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, gonna watch Desperate Housewives.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nitey-nitey.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hollaback gurl~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sylvia : Aww. That kinda sux aint it.? But, try to be optimistic ohkaes. Look at it this way, perhaps, it may be a gd thing that ya guys broke up, as this indicates that the both of ya were never meant to be. That simply means, he's not the one, and ya have jus landed yaself to a game of treasure hunt.! Heh, go and find ya prince charming. Jus, keep finding, or, maybe, keep waiting till the right one comes along. =) Loadsa luv.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-112048666189224345?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112048666189224345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112048666189224345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112048666189224345' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-112036107795052417</id><published>2005-07-03T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T11:24:37.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;*lAlalAla*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Humming to ________.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Inallillah wa'inallillahirajiun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;A friend of mine passed away last midnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;God bless him, and may he rest in peace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Yesternight, i spent the whole time, chatting on the phone with my darlx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;We talked over loads of stuff that we thought were kinda personal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Yet, we both knew that its one way to get to know more of each other better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Love him so. ("v")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Aniwaes, supposedly attending PY's prac today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;However, i have already planned to take a 3 weeks break, in preparations for my mid-yr exams, which is indeed just around the corner. &lt;em&gt;*shrugs*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;So, imma gonna chill at home today, to finish up assignments, do qsns from the TYS, and couple of revision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Chiao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Hollaback gurl~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Sylvia : heyloos again dear. yearps, when one's heart is in pain, she may not believe in love no more. wonder why. but it tends to stay that way until she realised that she had fallen in love again. and currently, love is blossoming in my life, and im oh so over the rainbow, way up high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-112036107795052417?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112036107795052417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112036107795052417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112036107795052417' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-112030519826972944</id><published>2005-07-02T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T19:53:18.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*lAlalAla*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Humming to an oldie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If i had to live my life,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Without you near mr...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The days would all be empty...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The nights would seem so long...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With you i see forever on so clearly...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I might have been in love before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But it never felt this strong...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our dreams are young&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And we both know...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They'll take us where we wanna go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hold me now, touch me now...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't wanna live without you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing's gonna change my love for you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You oughta know by now...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How much i love you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One thing you can be sure of,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll never ask for more than your love..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The world may change my whole life through.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But nothing's gonna change my love for you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank goodness, madrasah resumes next week.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My petite bony body is aching, and i cant take any more physical stuff.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No no.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ecstatic, as radiance of love overwhelms me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I thought i could never allow myself to fall in love again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But, perhaps, that statement was made during a once heartwrenching period.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And now, someone else came and took my breath away.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He stole my tainted heart, and painted it with his decors and ornaments of magic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She's oh so in lurve.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-112030519826972944?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112030519826972944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112030519826972944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112030519826972944' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-112021666005021678</id><published>2005-07-01T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T19:18:23.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;lAlalAla.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Humming to Story of The Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Honeykins dear, this goes out to ya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;With love, from me. ("v")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I'm lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;But the feeling is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Indescribable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ethereal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;When i have you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;School was lively, as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I'm thoroughly enjoying myself at MI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;The fun, loving friends; the atmosphere; the breaks; everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;The perks of being a pre-u student.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Totally living my life to the maximum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;After school, sweets had to attend the friday prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Hence, i headed for lunch instead with Elson, YJ, CK, Jamas and Ronald.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;The only girl again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Menu for the day; Pizza Hut.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I had the beef lasagne, darn, scrumptious meal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Yummylicious, finger lickin, uh-uh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Took our own precious time to savour our meal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;And ohh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Got back souveniours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;This metal thingy, supposedly the table plaque, and one of those small menu card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Well, i intended to paste it on my locker back at sch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Insanity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Jamas and Ronald left, as the rest of us went to Suntec City.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Strolled, window-shopped, the norms of hanging out after sch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Oh yesh, almost slipped out of my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;We went to the MOEfest held at one of the exhibition halls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;T'was packed with students and teachers, of all ages. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Yearps, i guess, that was it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Hollaback gurl~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Sylvia : ya tagged. right. thanks k. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;nat : mmuacks.! i know ya love me so. aww. im like deeply touched by it. wakakas.&lt;/span&gt;&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/5904260-112021666005021678?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112021666005021678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112021666005021678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112021666005021678' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-112005004314749622</id><published>2005-06-29T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T21:02:29.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;*lAlalAla.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Humming to Marion Raven again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I lurve the song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Her video clip is kinda plain though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;But, the effects of those illusions, and how she potrays herself with innocence and simplicity; lovelie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Ohkaes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;This morning, we had our second PE lesson for the term.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;90 mins of pain.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Stretch, run, jog, throw, catch, jump, pull. &lt;em&gt;bla bla, etc etc, hurrah.! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Had to run around the track with a 3kg medicine ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Results; A sore body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Took a quick shower during break to rejuvenate myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Exchanged seats with Lina throughout the rest of the day, so that i got to be with my dearest bf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Planned to have lunch with my classmates, but, realised that there was AKE prac later in the afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;So, playing angklung was a breeze, except for a minor problem that all the yr ones encountered, left hand spasm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Muahahas. We jus cant seem to shake the angklung as fast as we can with our right hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;The right wrist is of course more flexible to most of us righthanders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;But, certainly not our left wrist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;And yesh, the year ones had to play the C Major scale individually, and i was commented "She played quite well." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Not bad eh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Met sweets at BB interchange, as he offered to accompany me home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Took the bus instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I adore long bus rides, esp when ya're seated with ya dearest lao gong. =p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;*hugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Luv ya so darn much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Hollaback gurl~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;ameLia : thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-112005004314749622?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112005004314749622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/112005004314749622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#112005004314749622' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-111978812704186459</id><published>2005-06-26T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T20:19:09.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;*lAlalAla.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Humming to Marion Raven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;This is the last of illusions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;This is the final trace of innocence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;If i'm caught in the middle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I know it will be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;the end of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;A new skin for my bloggie as a new chapter of my life unfurls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Anticipating the moment of which i'll be reunited with my darlinx friends at sch tmr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Till then, enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-111978812704186459?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111978812704186459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111978812704186459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111978812704186459' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-111958312926794480</id><published>2005-06-24T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T20:07:19.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*lAlalAla.*&lt;br /&gt;Humming to the naggings of mama urging my bummie sisters to wake up already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPIE BELATED 16th BIRTHDAY, DEAREST NURUL.!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Gotta apologise for attending your party without a pressie.&lt;br /&gt;Well, honestly, i didnt receive any allowance this June hols.&lt;br /&gt;So, ya got it, no savings for myself.&lt;br /&gt;But, aniwaes, *mMwahs*, ya'll always be my darlinx sis/junior.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head over to City Hall, met my sweets and his lil cuzzie.&lt;br /&gt;Off, we go to Simei, and reunion with the rest of our fellow classmates.&lt;br /&gt;Elson, Jamas, CK, and Yong Jie.&lt;br /&gt;Again, why am i always the only rose among the thorns.?! &lt;em&gt;Muahahahas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to wait for Audrey and Ronald.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, to kill time, we window shopped at East Pt.&lt;br /&gt;Entered the Pet Safari.!&lt;br /&gt;The kittens are so adorable, they looked like &lt;em&gt;Care Bears. =p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dish. &lt;em&gt;Damn..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronald and Audrey decided to meet us at Changi Beach instead.&lt;br /&gt;So, we made our way to Changi Beach, the 7 of us.&lt;br /&gt;Wan's and Fairoz's pit was quite a distance from the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;Managed to spot then anw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spectacular, scenic view of the sunset, and the magnificent touchdown of the aeroplanes flying above our heads was stunning, BEAUTIFUL.&lt;br /&gt;I was mesmerized by the subtle hint of the diff colours that created these piece of art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Da dee dum~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first to left, was me, sweets and his cuzzie.&lt;br /&gt;Sweets offered to accompany me home, thats why.&lt;br /&gt;Said his mama insisted that he had to send me home.&lt;br /&gt;How sweet can she get right.? &lt;em&gt;Right..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ya-daa, ya-daa, ya-daa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locked myself up in my room.&lt;br /&gt;Suuposedly, tucked in.&lt;br /&gt;Sweets reminded me to open up the gift he had given me earlier.&lt;br /&gt;Gracious me, t'was a cutie lil bear.. [hp accessory].&lt;br /&gt;And, and, once i pushed its tummy, its cheeks glowed, and said, *&lt;em&gt;MmUuAcks.! I love you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aint it cute or what.?!&lt;br /&gt;Now, whenever thoughts of him crosses my mind, or simply cos, i miss him, i'd know what to do.!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sweets, such a dear of him. ("v") I LOVE YOU TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;__* loveliness redefined&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hollaback gurl~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nat : aduh nat.. lu ni, apa an si. udah gila ya.?! sememangnya lu gemar bikin lawak.! aniwaes, gue rindu banget skali sama lu.!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-111958312926794480?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111958312926794480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111958312926794480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111958312926794480' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-111941103110618344</id><published>2005-06-22T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T11:30:31.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*lAlalAla.*&lt;br /&gt;Humming to Yellow Card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm breathing in your skin tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Quiet is my loudest cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Wouldnt wanna wake the eyes that makes me melt inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;And if its healthier to leave you be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;May your sickness come and set me free,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Kill me while i still believe that you were meant for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;("v") &lt;em&gt;hearts for you. always. dun leave me in lieu of this song.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Heyloos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I realised that i've been kinda lethargic lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Too knackered to update entries on my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Erms, god knows what's up with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Gracious me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Hols are almost coming to an end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;YESSIREE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;So looking forward to a brand new term at school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Well, there's gonna be 2 more weeks of studying, revising and cramping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;And, ta-daa, its the mid-yrs for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Hmm, i have only been revising on my Maths and Physics for the past 3 weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;GP.? Malay.? Econs.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Wooots. Totally, out of my schedule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Aniwaes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;T'was the AKE bbq thingy over at Anchorage condo yesterday eve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Pretty cool, chatting with the yr 2 seniors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Gobbling non stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Yummilicious; roasted marshmellows, crabstick, half-burnt hotdogs, chicken, and hola, even ice cream.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yearh, that was all.&lt;br /&gt;Ended the night with a couple of lame jokes.&lt;br /&gt;God. What a gag it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heys, didnt i just mention that im in no paricular mood to blog.?!&lt;br /&gt;Muahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hollaback gurl~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ameLia : hey, thats so true. imitation is indeed the highest form of flattery. *blushes* lol.&lt;br /&gt;Nila : yups, i did added ya in friendster, and yah, ya're linked girl. take care~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-111941103110618344?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111941103110618344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111941103110618344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111941103110618344' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-111918106114860033</id><published>2005-06-19T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T19:37:41.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*lAlalAla.*&lt;br /&gt;Humming to the teevie commercial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a jolly well, helluva splendid gud time over at KL with my relatives.&lt;br /&gt;Uh-uh. =p&lt;br /&gt;Shopping, eating, and erm, more shopping and eating.!&lt;br /&gt;My uncle got me and my sis, phat, loads of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Aww, he's just as sweet as he can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY FATHER'S DAY, DARLINNX PAPA.!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;LURVE YA LOADS, REALLEH..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;xoxo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PY prac, was sectionals.&lt;br /&gt;Worn out, for now.&lt;br /&gt;Ta-ta..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hollaback gurl~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lynn : yupsie. its pinkie always. linked ya up soon.&lt;br /&gt;Nisa : yearh, insya'allah. i'll be there. hee. OPWO rocks.&lt;br /&gt;nat : aduh. gi mana si.. gue di sini pun rindu segala sama lu.!&lt;br /&gt;rUL : wei.! i hate the fonts, ya know. boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;ainee : sweets, its a pleasure. :))) tc~&lt;br /&gt;LLingie : YES.! OOH.! I MISS YOU SO.! YOUR CUTENESS AND EVERYTHING.!&lt;br /&gt;patricia : as always pat, as always... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-111918106114860033?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111918106114860033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111918106114860033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111918106114860033' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-111863092630059991</id><published>2005-06-13T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T10:48:46.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*lAlalAla*&lt;br /&gt;Humming to Alicia Keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've screwed up the template again.&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh. Now, the fonts are darn big.&lt;br /&gt;How could i have been so careless to doodle and fiddle with the template.?!?!&lt;br /&gt;BUUUUUEKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohkaes.&lt;br /&gt;Havent been updating for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Thats cos i thought all this while, the com was down.&lt;br /&gt;Woots.&lt;br /&gt;Stoopid me.&lt;br /&gt;So, here i am, uploading the current post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 8.&lt;br /&gt;A day spent at JB with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.&lt;br /&gt;June 9.&lt;br /&gt;Had my AKE practise.&lt;br /&gt;We were taught another new piece, &lt;em&gt;If We Hold On Together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that's 3 pieces that we're gonna perform for National Day.&lt;br /&gt;Coolness.&lt;br /&gt;And, ooh, i'm actually one of the angklungs from the first row.&lt;br /&gt;Eh-em. =p&lt;br /&gt;Yups, make sure ya MI peeps, better come and take a closer look at me.!&lt;br /&gt;Burps. Muahahas.&lt;br /&gt;Lamenss overwhelming me.&lt;br /&gt;Yearh, bro accompanied me home. and the day goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 10.&lt;br /&gt;Slacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 11.&lt;br /&gt;Sentosa outing.!!!&lt;br /&gt;With , my fellow schmates.&lt;br /&gt;Its been ages, realleh, since i last visited that puny lil vibrant island.&lt;br /&gt;Specifically, more than 4 yrs ago.&lt;br /&gt;Serious. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;And so, i knew i couldnt let go of this opportunity to enjoy my hols for once.&lt;br /&gt;Wan, Fairoz and Elson.&lt;br /&gt;Erps, I was the only girl.&lt;br /&gt;But, nvm, i did had loadsa greatt fun.&lt;br /&gt;We chilled over at Siloso and Pahlawan beach.&lt;br /&gt;:))) But, of course, i couldnt get use to the hot sunny weather.&lt;br /&gt;The results, red tanned skin.! A complete contrast from my natural skin colour.&lt;br /&gt;Ugliness. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 12.&lt;br /&gt;Did my Physics revision for a while. &lt;em&gt;Finally..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practised my clarinet.&lt;br /&gt;Karaoke.&lt;br /&gt;Watched an old movie, &lt;em&gt;On The Line.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to PY prac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 13.&lt;br /&gt;Oops. That's tmr. But, aniwaes.&lt;br /&gt;Way away away from here i'll be.&lt;br /&gt;KL here i come.!&lt;br /&gt;Daa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hollaback gurl~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ameLia : thanks, and yesh, im coming to the OP05.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;albert : =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-111863092630059991?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111863092630059991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111863092630059991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111863092630059991' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-111811515991206893</id><published>2005-06-07T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T11:32:39.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*lAlalAla*&lt;br /&gt;Humming to Peter Pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Dan munkin bila nanti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;kita kan bertemu lagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Satu pintaku jangan kau,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;cuba tanyakan kembali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Rasanya ku tinggal mati,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;seperti hari kelmarin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;saat semua di sini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;("v")&lt;em&gt; Mungkin...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I aint that lil miserable twerp no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Muahahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I realised that i'm pretty much contented with my current life now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The way life revolves around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Not being tangled up in problems of any sort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;My dearie family, and dig 'em darlinx friends. &lt;em&gt;Mmwahs.!! Hearts for them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Little do they know, they rock my world so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Of course, there'e been more ups than downs for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Whenever im at school, im just full of vivacity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Zest; liveliness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;At home, i'm more of a laid back, filial goodie two shoes daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Plus, lately, my heart has opened its doors for me to pray, bringing me more closer to god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;And, honestly, i myself think that its such a wonderful change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Praying without being told. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;What is this.? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;This metamorphosis.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;A new me.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;D'ya think its astonishing.?!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;EARTH TO nilAm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Okie dokie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Spent practically the whole afternoon in school yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Met bro, and off we were headed to sch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;To purchase our sch uniforms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;But, behold.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The vendor hasnt arrived yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;STOOPID. ARSEHOLE. FCUK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;We were told to come between 12-4pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;However, news was spread that its delayed to 4-5pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;So..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Bro suggested we wait for the time to pass by going to the com lab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Logged on to friendster, chatted on MSN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Dadeedum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;4PM.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;No sign of anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Met a friend of mine, and she told me t'was at 5pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Waited again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;5PM.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Nah-uh. Not at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;But, more peeps were already loitering ard the school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;My classmatea and i continued slacking in the com lab though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;5.45PM.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Wei. Finally, a long big truck arrived with loads of boxes of uniforms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Perfect assumptions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Goodness gracious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;They should have known better that companies like &lt;em&gt;UPs &lt;/em&gt;and&lt;em&gt; FedEx&lt;/em&gt; actually exists ard here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Oh for god's sake. We still had to queue up, and my oh my, what a long one it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Time check. 6.15PM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;And, with the uniforms safely in my hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Satisfaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Hollaback gurl~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;maya : heyloo. linked ya up already. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-111811515991206893?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111811515991206893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111811515991206893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111811515991206893' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-111794146582842899</id><published>2005-06-05T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T13:06:40.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*lAlalAla.*&lt;br /&gt;Humming to the damn irritating noise made by the karung guni.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Barbie Fairytopia &lt;/em&gt;was such a magical show.&lt;br /&gt;Fairies; Wings; Necklaces; Guardians; Enchantments.&lt;br /&gt;Elina.&lt;br /&gt;She's oh so sweet. ("v")&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful fairie, with a brave heart.&lt;br /&gt;Hees. I just entered the contest to win a set of Fairytopia dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Wish me luck.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became a part time facilitator for yesterday's MDM event.&lt;br /&gt;The Youth Hub Carnival.&lt;br /&gt;I sucked at it.&lt;br /&gt;=I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked at home.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a ritual for me, i think, to simply spend my holidays lazing ard.&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon naps, watching cartoons on the teevie, eating snacks, surfing the net.&lt;br /&gt;And there's always one thing that i skipped.&lt;br /&gt;School work.!!!&lt;br /&gt;Assignments, and revisions.&lt;br /&gt;There's loads of it. Im jus wondering when exactly will i start opening up my books, and browse through my notes.&lt;br /&gt;Don't remind me.!&lt;br /&gt;But, there's even a Malay project due on the first day of sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boohoohoo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i attended Shahina's b'day bbq yesterday night.&lt;br /&gt;Over at her housing estate in Bishan.&lt;br /&gt;On my way there, bumped into my ex-classmates, Ren Jie, Nicholas and Pei Qi.&lt;br /&gt;And, on board the bus, Daryl.&lt;br /&gt;I lurve the feeling of meeting up old friends.&lt;br /&gt;It automatically evokes memories from the past.&lt;br /&gt;Those days when we were all cramping for our O levels.&lt;br /&gt;T'was nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;Yah&lt;em&gt;, bla bla bla.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reahed there at 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;A couple of my dearest juniors were there.&lt;br /&gt;Took pixxies of course. &lt;em&gt;friendster. take a peek.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good time indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to my PY prac.&lt;br /&gt;Daa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hollaback gurl~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;snz : yups. its the hols for me too. and, wee. have fun alrights. tata.!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-111794146582842899?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111794146582842899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111794146582842899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111794146582842899' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-111778102368331826</id><published>2005-06-03T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T14:53:07.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*lAlalAla*&lt;br /&gt;Humming to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angklung practises weren't that bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;I managed to learn 2 new pieces on the angklung, which we will be performing to the school on National Day.&lt;br /&gt;Uber coolness.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say that it certainly is an anticipation for the year ones.&lt;br /&gt;It does evokes memories of the past, when i used to be in the glorious &lt;em&gt;Peirce Secondary Symphonic Band.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm not exactly missing out on the chaos and the hectic preparations ushering the concert.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, just the dearest juniors that i once mingle with.&lt;br /&gt;Aww. Those were the days. Left, tucked behind this head of mine.&lt;br /&gt;For keepsake. &lt;em&gt;Of course..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI.&lt;br /&gt;I'm that kinda girl who loves being involved in concerts.!&lt;br /&gt;Performed for numerous concerts now, yet the exhilaration of it, never seems to cease.&lt;br /&gt;Instrumentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;ONCE A MUSICIAN. ALWAYS A MUSICIAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;: : clarinetist for lyf, angklung/kulintang always : :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darlinx bro is down with the flu, sore throat, and he has ulcer.&lt;br /&gt;So, dear, do get well soon alrights.&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to consume the medicines prescribed.&lt;br /&gt;And, one more thing, try to be more optimistic okies.!&lt;br /&gt;See ya on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hollaback gurl~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;patricia : miss pat.! hehes. i've uploaded the pixxies to my com liao. but, its too big to be uploaded to my blog. so, i'll jus send it to ya online aight. =) i edited it though.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hidz : babe.! omg. the weather sux to the core, i tell ya. hahaks. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-111778102368331826?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111778102368331826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111778102368331826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111778102368331826' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-111771489112923383</id><published>2005-06-02T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T20:23:19.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*lAlalAla.*&lt;br /&gt;Humming to the melancholic voice of my momsie reading the Quran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i just finished my prayers too.&lt;br /&gt;And, i did read the Quran.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i read it only on friday eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough abt that.&lt;br /&gt;I realised that i was way behind time in the cartoon world.&lt;br /&gt;Specifically, the &lt;em&gt;Spongebob Squarepants.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious.! I mean, yesterday's episode was the first time that i ever watched.&lt;br /&gt;Aniwaes, i didnt know back then, that &lt;em&gt;Spongebob&lt;/em&gt; was superbly hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, i cranked up with laughter at yesterday's show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Maniac, &lt;/em&gt;i called it.&lt;br /&gt;And to think that we were talking abt this during lessons earlier.&lt;br /&gt;Rolling with giggles.&lt;br /&gt;We were practically smirking non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;Esp my dearie bro.!&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally, he watched it too.&lt;br /&gt;So, we're like two childish kids chattering away abt how funny&lt;em&gt; Spongebob&lt;/em&gt; was.&lt;br /&gt;VERY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, yah, today was one of a helluva hot day.&lt;br /&gt;The warm weather realleh pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;As beads of perspiration trickled down my back, and the sides of my face.&lt;br /&gt;One word defines it all.&lt;br /&gt;YUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met bro at Yishun MRT, and off we were, heading to school.&lt;br /&gt;Bumped into Ariff at the Bukit Batok interchange.&lt;br /&gt;And, took a bus ride to MI.!&lt;br /&gt;Erps, that's the acronym of my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pssst. I was already sweating.! &lt;em&gt;dish..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Econs lesson was like a breeze.&lt;br /&gt;Not only till it t'was nearing lunch time, that we started grumbling to be dismiss.&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, we were let off, and made our journey, down to Al-Ameen.&lt;br /&gt;Darn it. Packed, with throngs of hungry peeps like us.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yearh, actually the whole class planned to go there.&lt;br /&gt;But.!&lt;br /&gt;All of the chinese peeps decided to go to the hawker centre at Beauty World instead.&lt;br /&gt;Fcuk it.&lt;br /&gt;Ronald claimed smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You wanna follow them.? They're eating Muslim food.!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like wth. What's wrong with that.?!?&lt;br /&gt;Get lost dude.&lt;br /&gt;Nyehh.&lt;br /&gt;Such a racist.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, only, me, bro, Wan, Ariff, Jai, and Shu Yuan, had our lunch at Al-Ameen.&lt;br /&gt;Heys. It was defintely fine with us. Perhaps, the lesser, the merrier.&lt;br /&gt;Oops. Yesh. I was the only grrrl amongst them.&lt;br /&gt;Talked abt loads interesting stuff over our scrumptious meal.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths lesson was erm, smelly.&lt;br /&gt;Yearh, like, &lt;em&gt;Maths rock our Socks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfectness redefined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oookaylah.&lt;br /&gt;I went home together with Wan and Fairoz.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, bullying me, was what they dig the most.&lt;br /&gt;=P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm restless.&lt;br /&gt;Beats me.&lt;br /&gt;There's Angklung prac tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hollaback gurl~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nat : ya can be a total sweetie as much as ya are a total bitchie. hehe. when are we hanging out.? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-111771489112923383?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111771489112923383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111771489112923383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111771489112923383' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-111759607294944149</id><published>2005-06-01T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T11:21:12.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*lAlalAla*&lt;br /&gt;Humming to nth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeek.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick.!&lt;br /&gt;I'm having the most dreadful sickness ever.&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh.&lt;br /&gt;Help.&lt;br /&gt;I need medication.!&lt;br /&gt;Shower me with pills, and syrups.&lt;br /&gt;Diagnosed with the &lt;em&gt;boredom-phobia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyehh nyehh nyehh.&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahahas.&lt;br /&gt;Wakakas.&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAME-O NILAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie dokies.&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda bummed out today.&lt;br /&gt;That's cos i did my 2.4km run yesterday evening.!&lt;br /&gt;Wee.!&lt;br /&gt;I ran along the stretch of &lt;em&gt;Khatib Bongsu, &lt;/em&gt;which was apparently 400m, for 6 times.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere near the bridge across the big drain near NVSS and HPS.&lt;br /&gt;My childhood haunts.&lt;br /&gt;Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, i'm sure t'was worth all the effort.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yessireee. I did it within a timing of 14.43 mins.&lt;br /&gt;Sheer satisfaction for being able to break my own record.&lt;br /&gt;*thumbsup*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fairoz jus asked me out to play pool, AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;He has been asking me to tag along since like god knows when.&lt;br /&gt;And, all the while, i have been refusing.&lt;br /&gt;Busy, with household chores. &lt;em&gt;right..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there will be Wan and only Fairoz.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, cant deny the fact that im pretty acquainted with them, cos they're my &lt;em&gt;go-to-school &lt;/em&gt;buddies.&lt;br /&gt;But, that doesnt mean, mama allows me to go out with 2 guys, to play pool.&lt;br /&gt;Nah-uh.&lt;br /&gt;Trust my judgement.&lt;br /&gt;She disapproves of it.&lt;br /&gt;So, guys, maybe next time aights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to meet my classmates tmr.&lt;br /&gt;A whole day spent at sch.!&lt;br /&gt;Greatt. No doubt abt it.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, able to meet my dearie bro again. ("v")&lt;br /&gt;Yesh, imma gonna bring along my digicam too.&lt;br /&gt;____//*&lt;em&gt; cam whore chiq.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hollaback gurl~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;patricia : hey hey. i'm bringing 2 memory cards along. just in case. hahaks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;aud' : thanks for tagging. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-111759607294944149?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111759607294944149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111759607294944149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111759607294944149' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-111750498301218589</id><published>2005-05-31T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T10:03:03.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*lAlalAla*&lt;br /&gt;Humming to the musical background of Miss Universe 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights.&lt;br /&gt;I actually managed to wake up extra wee bit early, jus so, that i'll be able to watch Miss Universe live on teevie.&lt;br /&gt;*gaspinawe*&lt;br /&gt;The contestants are&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;for heaven's sake, &lt;/em&gt;highly drop dead gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;Tall, slender, slim, a truly magnificent wonder oF God's creation.&lt;br /&gt;Watching with envy. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;How i wish i was one of those ladies out there. &lt;em&gt;dream on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oohkaes. So, they have everything, that i doubt i have.&lt;br /&gt;X-factor, for example.&lt;br /&gt;Poise, grace, humility, big heart, and a warm genuine smile.&lt;br /&gt;Ain't that totally NOT nilAm.&lt;br /&gt;Muahahas.&lt;br /&gt;Like totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____//*&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;pretty please crown a tiara on my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wishes are just wishes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As dreams, i chase.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I've decided to do some stretching and exercising later this evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Just, a couple of rounds around the water catchment area a few metres down the road from my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Bro told me, that i need to remain fit, and maintain my shape till school reopens in July, as that's when our NAPFA test will commence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I'd love to get rid of those unsightly bulging fats on my thighs and calves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;So. Anyone, care to join.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Take this broken heart, and make it right... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-111750498301218589?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111750498301218589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111750498301218589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111750498301218589' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-111742074497273206</id><published>2005-05-30T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T10:47:05.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*lAlalAla*&lt;br /&gt;Humming to silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Hidup ini hanya kepingan, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;yang terasing di lautan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Memaksa kita,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;memendam kepedihan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Dan akan ku pendam kepedihan ini di dalam hati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Sendiri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Fake grins. False laughters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I'm that jovial dollie, in a masquerade party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Heartaches, and pains, are just a blessing in disguise, right.? &lt;em&gt;Right. I hope so.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Sheesh. Enough of that crappy, non-stop, emo-ish feelings already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Bleahs. Why am i so overwhelmed with emotions lately.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;EMOSI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;PY prac yesterie, wasnt at all good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;No trombonists. No percussions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;My sight reading of Star Wars and The Incredibles, were equally bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;My tone sounded more like a saxophone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;My pitching was flat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Gee. I blame it on my useless Rico Royal reed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Thanks to Kelvin though, for the Van Houten ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Alrights. Headed back to bibik mama's place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;T'was my lil cuzzie, Danial's b'day party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Obviously, it had ended way earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;But, erms, my presence was significant, perhaps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Muahahas. Okay, lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;How many times have i said this.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Repetition. The need to emphasise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Holidays are a total bore.!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I wish i'm back in school today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;With the jubilant atmosphere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;My gfs, brothers, classmates and other schoolmates of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The chats, gossips, and never ending lame jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Awww. See.?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I'm so missing 'em loads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Bro.! I'm definitely sure that ya know how much i miss ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Hees. ("v") &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Hollaback gurl~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;nat : nat, my dear bitch. im sorta all smiles now. :))) thanks. dun wry abt me no more aights. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-111742074497273206?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111742074497273206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111742074497273206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111742074497273206' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-111727621484207218</id><published>2005-05-28T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T18:30:14.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*lAlalAla.*&lt;br /&gt;Humming to Perfect 10, unknown tittle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Satu nafas terhembus adalah kata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;angan, debur, dan emosi tercampur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;dalam jubah terpautan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;tangan kita terikat... bibir kita menyatu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;maka setiap apa yang terucap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;adalah sabda pandita ratu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;di luar itu pasir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;di luar itu debu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;hanya pasir meniup saja lalu hilang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;terbang tak ada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;tapi kita tetap menari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;tarian cuma kita yang tahu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;jiwa ini tandu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;maka duduk saja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;maka akan kita bawa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;semua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;kerana kita adalah satu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wipe my tears tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on my stoopid fragile heart. ("v")&lt;br /&gt;Stop toying with my feelings already.&lt;br /&gt;Bruised and wounded, this heart of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On thursday, i had my GP mid-yr exam.&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh.&lt;br /&gt;I think i did quite badly for my paper one.&lt;br /&gt;Insufficient contents.&lt;br /&gt;As for my language, well, it seems pretty fair.&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, my paper 2 was not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;I must say, i did it with a lil subtle hint of confidence.&lt;br /&gt;Just hope, it turns out good. *inhandsgod*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears flowed down this puffy cheeks of myn, at night.&lt;br /&gt;Gratitude to my brothers, Elson and Fairoz.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for attempting to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Sports heats at Toa Payoh stadium.&lt;br /&gt;Met Wan and Fairoz, early in the morn.&lt;br /&gt;My oh my, i waited for them at Yishun MRT, for like 15 mins.&lt;br /&gt;Heh. So, we took a stroll all the way to the stadium.&lt;br /&gt;Walked inside the HDB building, me thinks.&lt;br /&gt;Totally mesmerized by the works of arts by Singaporeans.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, heard of the patchwork or quilt thingy.?&lt;br /&gt;Yups, it's displayed there.&lt;br /&gt;And to think we were looking at it, when the lights in the auditorium was still dimmed.&lt;br /&gt;Lurvelie. Swept off my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ook. Reached the stadium just in time for attendance taking, and flag raising.&lt;br /&gt;Bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;Aint gonna rant what happened during the heats.&lt;br /&gt;Took a seat beside Din.&lt;br /&gt;Annd. My house, ONYX, was tittled the CHAMPS.!&lt;br /&gt;Hip hip hurray. 3 cheers for ONYX.&lt;br /&gt;Get acquainted with dearest gfs aka bliNg*blAng.&lt;br /&gt;Had our lunch together.&lt;br /&gt;Head straight home.&lt;br /&gt;Slept through the day.&lt;br /&gt;And, night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now. I'm just bored as usual.&lt;br /&gt;No surprises here.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, how i wish i didn't have this aching feeling inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you oh so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I despise holidays.&lt;br /&gt;I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;Nyehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hollaback gurl~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;alex : heys. i'll never forget my darlx st. ya'll never be replaced. got that.? heh. take care.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dive : bro.? erms. yearh. i guess. thing's kinda complicated now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nat : aww. ya simply can't stop missing me eh. lolx. *mmuacks*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ameLia : :))) thanks for tagging sis. &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/5904260-111727621484207218?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111727621484207218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111727621484207218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111727621484207218' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-111692494562487026</id><published>2005-05-24T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T16:55:45.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*lAlalAla*&lt;br /&gt;Humming to Jojo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;No more lonely, no more just me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I've been there before, ain't going no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;And now that you're here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I never wanna say goodbye love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Never wanna be without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;No more crying, no denying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I'm in love with you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;And now that you're here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I never wanna say goodbye love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;("v") It's alright for me to cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;A cool, chilly afternoon to laze around at home, sleepin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I just had my lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Though i didnt actually consume any breakfast too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Bleahs. My bro forced me to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;And yah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Stayed back in school for a lil while longer, to finish up my Maths assignment together with bro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;And, my dearest bro accompanied me home from school all the way to my void deck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Ain't that so sweet of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Aww, i'm so touched by him ; words and actions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Thanks bro.! Love ya munchies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I'm so fortunate to have such a bro like ya.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Ookay, so i bumped into a couple of MDM belias over at the MRT and Interchange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Distributing out flyers, regarding the Youthub week which will be launched next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Their sole purpose of giving out these flyers, is to expose their activities, to the Muslims in the community, to participate along in the fun games, and courses held by DAMAY//MDM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Now, i'm just plain bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;So, ta-ta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Hollaback gurl~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;albert : thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-111692494562487026?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111692494562487026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111692494562487026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111692494562487026' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-111682067431049801</id><published>2005-05-23T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T11:57:54.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*lAlalAla.*&lt;br /&gt;Humming to X-Statix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww, i lurve my darlinx bro a lot.!&lt;br /&gt;Sweet simplicity, defines it all.&lt;br /&gt;Us ; Bro/Sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, now, now.&lt;br /&gt;Poof.&lt;br /&gt;Sweat dripping all over my bodaye'.&lt;br /&gt;EEw-yucks.&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me, i just did my household chores.&lt;br /&gt;Vacuum-ed my room.&lt;br /&gt;It's a weekly thingy, and usually i'll vacuum the whole house too, but, since i was busy with my school assignments earlier on this morn, i eventually *spick-span* my room only.&lt;br /&gt;Ta-daa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's PY prac was another one of those, i-thought-i-played-quite-well, days.&lt;br /&gt;Lolx.&lt;br /&gt;We're rehearsing 3 musicals, from The Phantom Of The Opera, The Sound Of Music and Les Miserables.&lt;br /&gt;The total duration for these pieces lasts for approximately more than 30 mins.&lt;br /&gt;So, enthusiasts listeners and PY supporters out there, catch us live in August, at the Esplanade.!&lt;br /&gt;An opportunity of a lifetime to perform in one the world's recognised and established performing arts theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting for my bro's phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hollaback gurl~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;patricia : hmmph. ya know, how much i miss -05s5-. god knows how i loathe long weekends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nat : im always touched by ya kindness gurlie. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-111682067431049801?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111682067431049801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111682067431049801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111682067431049801' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-111673688759229866</id><published>2005-05-22T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T12:41:27.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*lAlalAla.*&lt;br /&gt;Humming to Story Of The Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Untill the day i die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I'd spill my heart for you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Why aint &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; answering my messages like he used to do.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Why aint &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; replying it with sincerity.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Why oh why is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; doing this.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; trying to avoid me.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, puhlease don't hurt me this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, why aren't the rainbows shining upon us today.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The way it always does. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I miss &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Answer all these qsns that have been crossing my mind lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I need justifications from &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, heart for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Hollaback gurl~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;patricia : ouch.! that was rather hurtful of ya pat. haks. okaes. let's stop bitching for once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-111673688759229866?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111673688759229866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111673688759229866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111673688759229866' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-111664045424607027</id><published>2005-05-21T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T09:54:14.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*lAlalAla.*&lt;br /&gt;Humming to my sis's annoying and irritating voice that has been pestering me since the moment i lifted up my eyelids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Red, and yellow, and pink and green.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Purple and orange and blue.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can see a rainbow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;See a rainbow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;See a rainbow too..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro.! That's our anthem.&lt;br /&gt;Muahahas.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever i sing this song, or even just hum this tune out.&lt;br /&gt;My bro, he never fails to give me this *no-comments* stare.&lt;br /&gt;But, who cares.?&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I enjoy singing, to the core.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sway'in that petite bodaye, left and right..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally nilAm. //_+* Ooo. Move ya bodaye gurl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Announcement.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently using 2 hp no.&lt;br /&gt;My Starhub prepaid. And my MI plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curiosity bugs the hell outta me.&lt;br /&gt;I found out, that my prepaid card was mysteriously topped up again, by an anonymous person.&lt;br /&gt;God knows who. Bleahs.&lt;br /&gt;Third time so far.&lt;br /&gt;Deepest *thank-euus* to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hollaback gurl~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;azi : yeshies. i will eat, and eat, and eat.! no frettings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Danny JackAss : bueks. woopsie. *terperanjat* oh oh. hehs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nat : awwwww. *apeckonthecheekformygf*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;albert : thankiew.&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/5904260-111664045424607027?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111664045424607027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111664045424607027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111664045424607027' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-111659298182777209</id><published>2005-05-20T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T20:43:01.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*lAlalAla.*&lt;br /&gt;Humming to Ryan Cabrerra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Beyond that smile we shared, was lust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;("v")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Lurve my cute bro, like oh so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;To bits. To pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Hollaback gurl~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;patricia : linked ya up already. and, hees. hush. no more gossiping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Ariff : Apa kau nak..? lolx. jgn marah ye.! And, im not quite sure how to get rid of that virus thingy. &lt;/span&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/5904260-111659298182777209?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111659298182777209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111659298182777209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111659298182777209' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-111649494540221458</id><published>2005-05-19T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T17:29:05.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*lAlalAla.*&lt;br /&gt;Humming to this song in Wan's bloggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our MI sports heats yesterday, over at Toa Payoh stadium.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, t'was just a total bore.&lt;br /&gt;Sheer waste of time and money.&lt;br /&gt;Bleahs. And, the hot weather rises the tension amongst everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, i did enjoyed the journey home with my goodie friend, Nat.!&lt;br /&gt;She's my good friend in MI.&lt;br /&gt;That oh so pretty, white-face bitch.&lt;br /&gt;We talked abt loads of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Our bliNg*blAng, my crush, her friends.&lt;br /&gt;Bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;Bumped into Wan and Fairoz in the MRT.&lt;br /&gt;Laugh non stop, i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;My face was cramp to the max.&lt;br /&gt;Hees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in Onyx house.&lt;br /&gt;With green as our main colour.&lt;br /&gt;That kinda sux. VERY.&lt;br /&gt;Cos, god knows, how much i dislike that colour.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, pink, is pretty more, ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)))&lt;br /&gt;I brought my sis's bright pink roxy bag to school today.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for those who were simply blinded by it.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad, its not your fav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darlx bro, was frustrated at me too, yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt know the cause of him ignoring me, till Wan told me why.&lt;br /&gt;Was taken aback by the reason.&lt;br /&gt;Its simply cos, i skipped my breakfast/lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Yearh. True.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows that i have this freaking headaches.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, my dearie classmates been encouraging me to eat, eat and eat.&lt;br /&gt;But, perhaps, due to my lack of appetite, i chose not to eat.&lt;br /&gt;When, my bro got to know of this, he refused to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;I realised then, how caring he was towards me.&lt;br /&gt;And for that, i learnt to be more appreciative of him.&lt;br /&gt;It's true, that his caring personality is indeed his strength.&lt;br /&gt;I promised, that i WILL try not to skip any of my meals, no more.&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of him, and most importantly, for me. =)&lt;br /&gt;God bless us both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to that.&lt;br /&gt;Mama suggested that i have an x-ray taken.&lt;br /&gt;To figure out the cause of these migraines.&lt;br /&gt;And, for goodness sake, she even insisted buying pills that will stimulate and increase my appetite to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Muahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a bore.&lt;br /&gt;Its raining now.&lt;br /&gt;Prolly, must have sung a lot in school.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wokaes. That's lame, and i have to agree to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, had like uber fun in malay class.&lt;br /&gt;We were split into 5 diff grps.&lt;br /&gt;Each with a max no of 5 members in the grp except for mine, which consists of only 3.&lt;br /&gt;Me, Zaheir and Fairoz.&lt;br /&gt;Gee.&lt;br /&gt;Fairoz realleh cracked me up.&lt;br /&gt;His nonsensical craps, and lame jokes, did it all.&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu Marnie, commented on our grp noise level a couple of times.&lt;br /&gt;But, lolx, we couldnt take it, but *wakakakas* =)&lt;br /&gt;And to think that our source of laughter was Ariff aka P. Ramlee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zaheir : Ariff.. Bangun. tengok video.. Video.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ariff : Apa kau nak....?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zaheir : Ariff... Bangun, bangun. Tengok video..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ariff : Kau nak, kau tengok sendiri ah.! *frustrated*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god. Ariff, is a decent nonsense dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, from now on.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be heading to school, with Wan and Fairoz.&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Fairoz in Wdlands, and Wan in Marsiling.&lt;br /&gt;At least, im away from that nerdy yr 2 guy, who always wants to walk beside me.&lt;br /&gt;Nyehh. Get lost, you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far.&lt;br /&gt;Sch's rather amusing.&lt;br /&gt;I lurve all my friends whom realleh made my day in one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;*Mmwahs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hollaback gurl~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;albert : *grins*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hendra : glad ya tagged.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ameLia : erms, yesh dear. will be heading to the doc sometime soon. dun worry aight. thanks for your concern though. miss ya loads.!&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/5904260-111649494540221458?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111649494540221458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111649494540221458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111649494540221458' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-111624779192069316</id><published>2005-05-16T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T20:49:53.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*lAlalAla.*&lt;br /&gt;Humming to Backstreet Boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headache.&lt;br /&gt;Nyehahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woots.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty surprised to know that most of the -05S5- peeps share one big evil secret.&lt;br /&gt;Lols.&lt;br /&gt;If ya aint know whats happening, stop being oblivious, and figure it out ASAP. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniwaes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hollaback gurl~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;albert : hees. :)))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nat : i know ya aren't straight girl. you're in love with dan. haks. btw. *mmmwahs*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;diana : *waves timidly* see ya in sch.!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;farah : heyloos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nisa : ya're a bandsmen from opwo. coolness. clarinet rawks big time yaw.!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-111624779192069316?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111624779192069316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111624779192069316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111624779192069316' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-111606582840556489</id><published>2005-05-14T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T18:17:08.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*lAlalAla.*&lt;br /&gt;Humming to my mum's naggings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to woke up quite early today.&lt;br /&gt;Met Ariff and Wan in the MRT.&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Boon Lay.&lt;br /&gt;Gathered with the a couple more of our classmates. //* 05S5 rawks.!&lt;br /&gt;Yearh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;We split up for our breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Half, Mcdonalds, and the other half, me, my darlin bro [Azri], Wan, Ariff, Ama, CK, Elson, to LJS.&lt;br /&gt;T'was my first time having breakfast at LJS, and heys, scrumptious toast indeed.&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt finish my meal though, but my bro forced me to eat, nyehh, managed to consume all of it, eventually.&lt;br /&gt;Anw, Tutz and Sab, were there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once done, we went across to kinda pushed the rest to eat their meals a lil bit faster, since we knew we're gonna be late for our Institute Day.&lt;br /&gt;Gobble gobble gobble.&lt;br /&gt;And, off we were, dashing for the incoming bus, to bring us to NTU auditorium.&lt;br /&gt;Great time, bonding in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;15 of us, chatting, ya-da ya-da, laughing non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alighted. And of to no surprise, we weren't the only ones who were late.&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly, it was to commence at 9.45, but even as the time displayed 10.05, Millenians were still streaming in.&lt;br /&gt;Muahahas. What's with punctuality.?&lt;br /&gt;Saw many unfamiliar faces, probably from Bartley campus.&lt;br /&gt;But, aniwaes, we sat at the few back rows.&lt;br /&gt;Settled down comfortably with my bro by my side. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall performance was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;To think that its gonna be a bore.&lt;br /&gt;Hell, no.&lt;br /&gt;For a moment, i felt this twinge of pride in my heart, for being a Millenian.&lt;br /&gt;Aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We bring glory to Millenia.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.30.&lt;br /&gt;Walking towards the exit door.&lt;br /&gt;Waited for my classsmates as they were discussing abt their plans.&lt;br /&gt;Caught a glimpse of bling*blang.&lt;br /&gt;Embraced Nat, Sab, and Tutz.&lt;br /&gt;And, ooh i kissed the three of them on their cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;Waitt. On the lips, with Tutz.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, the need to emphasise that i gave a peck to Tutz on the lips.&lt;br /&gt;I'm wayy straight, alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, i decided to tag along with my bro and, Elson, Li Min and Yong Jie, to Penin.&lt;br /&gt;Elson and bro, window shopped for hockey stuff, and Yong Jie, he was looking out for a shoe bag.&lt;br /&gt;Strolled to Suntec City then.&lt;br /&gt;Ate chendol. Seriously, i had no appetite for a decent lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued walking ard, talking, and gossiping abt someone.&lt;br /&gt;LOLx.&lt;br /&gt;My headache came again, for the 2nd time.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yearh, tears came flowing down my cheeks, whilst i was in the audi.&lt;br /&gt;Back to the headaches.&lt;br /&gt;I'm touched by my classmates kind gestures.&lt;br /&gt;They're so caring and conncern towards me.&lt;br /&gt;For instance.&lt;br /&gt;Elson made me a cup of Milo once, when i had a headache in class.&lt;br /&gt;Bro, Wan, and Amalina, insisted that i should pop in and visit the doc again.&lt;br /&gt;Bleahs. Insya'allah.&lt;br /&gt;Bro, was like persistently asking me if i was alright.&lt;br /&gt;That's just so sweet of ya. Million thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro and me were so exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;Made up our minds, to head home.&lt;br /&gt;He accompanied me, in a way, by taking the same train, although it's further than the other option.&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate it loads dear, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;*Mmwahs.* Love my bro soo much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head's throbbing ferociously.&lt;br /&gt;My back hurts.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are blinded by the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;No madrasah for me tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I'm typing out this blog while waiting for my sis, Seri to reach home from madrasah.&lt;br /&gt;Mama nagged at me for making up excuses for not wanting to attend today's lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Anw, ustazah told us that the syllabus has already been covered.&lt;br /&gt;Though, its not a perfect excuse to skip.&lt;br /&gt;But still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a shower, but it failed to rejuvenate me.&lt;br /&gt;Anw, my heartiest congratulations to my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;She delivered a baby girl earlier today. :)))&lt;br /&gt;I'm an aunt now.&lt;br /&gt;Hees.&lt;br /&gt;Practically alone now.&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the fam,  are now on their way to KK.&lt;br /&gt;Let's just hope she'll do fyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hollaback gurl~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Albert : so sweet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;NiZ : alrights sis. tc.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-111606582840556489?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111606582840556489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111606582840556489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111606582840556489' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-111588654412130068</id><published>2005-05-12T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T16:29:04.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*lAlalAla.*&lt;br /&gt;Humming to the clicking-typing sound of keyboards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyloos.&lt;br /&gt;I'm at the school computer lab now.&lt;br /&gt;With my classmates. =)&lt;br /&gt;Azri [brO.!], Wan, Ariff and Zaheir.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda slacking, cos we just ended our econs extra class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way.&lt;br /&gt;I cant stand the frequency of my headaches.&lt;br /&gt;I keep getting these tension headaches more often now.&lt;br /&gt;Sure does tick me off, especially when i'm having my lessons, whilst realleh concentrataing and paying utmost attention to what is being taught.&lt;br /&gt;Panadols, are the only pills that i have to rely on.&lt;br /&gt;It chases away my migraine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aights.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, that's all for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hollaback gurl~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;albert : hey albert. hiya. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zee : hey ya. lolx. life's wonderful.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;azi : thanks loads for dropping by dear.. and, don't get too worked out from the exams okkay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;khai : hees. of course.! it's been a real knowing ya bro.! :)))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-111588654412130068?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111588654412130068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111588654412130068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111588654412130068' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-111572926801406381</id><published>2005-05-10T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T20:47:48.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*lAlalAla.*&lt;br /&gt;Humming to Hilary Duff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, i'm &lt;strong&gt;back.!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NILAM'S IN DA HOUSE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a long time, didnt i.?&lt;br /&gt;Yups. It broke down again.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why this pathetic machine of mine keeps getting screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;Nyaah.&lt;br /&gt;Its like the wonderfool midget that serves a plethora of purposes to teens, namely me.!&lt;br /&gt;Muahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been busy, again.&lt;br /&gt;Havent had the time to update.&lt;br /&gt;Sincere apologies from me. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, gd news.&lt;br /&gt;I'm now a member of Angklung Kulintang Ensemble.&lt;br /&gt;And, im chosen to play Kulintang [melody].&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait to get my hands on a pair of drumsticks to start practising on my rolling.&lt;br /&gt;Overwhelming anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my Sundays are reserved for Philyouth practises again, as it resumed last Sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now Wan and Azri, Maths student mentor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got hold of Kelvin's used clarinet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleahs.&lt;br /&gt;I think that it's such a total waste of time to type out this bit of chunk of rants with a blank mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hollaback gurl~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nat : lurfe euu too. *mmmwahs*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ameLia : been fyn, thanks dear. jus got a lil caught up with sch. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dIana : heylooos. see ya on sat.!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ALI : getting all smiley.? =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;albErt : haks. thanks again dude for the non-stop testimonials. appreciate it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Aztarafquorun@hotmail.com"&gt;Aztarafquorun@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; : erms. i dun happen to recall being at bedok on sun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-111572926801406381?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111572926801406381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111572926801406381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111572926801406381' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-111502640901173783</id><published>2005-05-02T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T17:33:29.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*lAlalAla.*&lt;br /&gt;Humming to Peter Pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ada apa denganmu.... &lt;/em&gt;("v")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Im downright knackered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Just got back from my vacation home at JB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Hollaback gurl~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;syaz' : heyloo syaz. see ya in sch tmr yup. :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;nat : aww, nat. my gosh, ya're like so sweet to me. thanks yearh. love ya, bitch. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-111502640901173783?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111502640901173783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111502640901173783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111502640901173783' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-111491332754358438</id><published>2005-05-01T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T10:32:36.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*lAlalAla.*&lt;br /&gt;Humming to Sleeqtones //Alyph&amp;Riffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a helluva wonderful cum weary night.&lt;br /&gt;Of &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=COURSE" target="_blank"&gt;course&lt;/a&gt;, our mart was such a great success.&lt;br /&gt;We earned a total of $176+.!!!&lt;br /&gt;Heh. And, that doesnt include the amt of amusement and &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=ENTERTAINMENT" target="_blank"&gt;entertainment&lt;/a&gt; we had.&lt;br /&gt;The joy of being ard your classmates, schmates from both campuses, and friends who drop by our lots.&lt;br /&gt;=) Thanks for coming yaw.&lt;br /&gt;To think that it could be a bore, nah, hell no, t'was pretty astounding.&lt;br /&gt;An additional bonus, Macdonalds, less than 3m away from our lot.&lt;br /&gt;Amazing. *Mmwahs.*&lt;br /&gt;And to all of my darlink team members, Amalina, Syahmi, Jamas, Elson, Yong Jie, Zahier and Shawn.&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting, our leader, who wasnt available as he was being warded in the hospital, Sadiq aka Wan.&lt;br /&gt;Your planning assisted us in many ways. :)))&lt;br /&gt;Oops, the rest of our classmates from other grps too, whom were lazily hanging out at our lot.&lt;br /&gt;Azri, &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=CK" target="_blank"&gt;CK&lt;/a&gt;, Ariff, and my outcast, Atika.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights, imma gonna need a long rest.&lt;br /&gt;And, my hideway is.. JB.!&lt;br /&gt;LMFAO.&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=FAMILY" target="_blank"&gt;family&lt;/a&gt; will be heading back there later.&lt;br /&gt;Holiday-ing. Triple yay-ness.&lt;br /&gt;So, cheerios~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hollaback gurl~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Llingie : darlyn farah dear.! s'long since we met. i've edited the link already aight. see ya ard.! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-111491332754358438?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111491332754358438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111491332754358438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111491332754358438' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-111478683671379079</id><published>2005-04-29T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T23:00:36.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*lAlalAla.*&lt;br /&gt;Humming to First Ladee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well, well.&lt;br /&gt;Shall we continue from where i left yesterday.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we went shopping at Surfbabe and Roxy.&lt;br /&gt;=) Three cheers to my bibik, for the Ripcurl sling bag.&lt;br /&gt;I brought it to sch today. Hee. I lurve the sheer simplicity of it.&lt;br /&gt;With that hint of pink.&lt;br /&gt;Just like the pair of black/pink Gallaz shoes that i've been wearing to sch lately.&lt;br /&gt;I realised that all these while i had always wanted to be someone.&lt;br /&gt;Someone whom stands out from the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;Someone whom seeks and craves for the attention.&lt;br /&gt;Someone whom places appearance as her top priority.&lt;br /&gt;And that's when reality hits me.&lt;br /&gt;I gotta learn to be accept who i really am.&lt;br /&gt;To be myself. And to love myself jus the way i am.&lt;br /&gt;Shedding myself from that old thang.&lt;br /&gt;Metamorphising into that sweetaye' marionette.&lt;br /&gt;Which most of my darling gfs acknowledged me as.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniwaes, was having a chat with Amalina this morn.&lt;br /&gt;She was telling me abt how she finally found her true friends.&lt;br /&gt;And, it kinda got me questioning.&lt;br /&gt;I don't seem to have any true friends.&lt;br /&gt;It has always been best friends. Or, good friends. Hmm, close friends.?&lt;br /&gt;Yearh, it had persistently been that way.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, i just have to continue searching.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, i shall have to wait till my destiny calls for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BANANA.!&lt;br /&gt;Erps. My head's going bananas.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wonder why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing.&lt;br /&gt;MI pre-u one econs students will be having a MI Tanglin Mart, at Tangling Mall tmr eve.&lt;br /&gt;From 5-10pm.&lt;br /&gt;Calling out to all those peeps out there to drop by our lots alright.&lt;br /&gt;There will be 2nd hand items, such as clothes, bags, shoes, and other typical stuff that ya might find at a flea market.&lt;br /&gt;Yups, so, if ya're free, ya'll prolly know where to head to on Sat night.!&lt;br /&gt;LOlx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet reveries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hollaback gurl~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yati : erm, entah eh. i've like practically no idea whats wrong with that bad linkie. sorry abt that though. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-111478683671379079?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111478683671379079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111478683671379079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111478683671379079' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-111467997796385041</id><published>2005-04-28T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T17:23:03.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*lAlalAla*&lt;br /&gt;Humming to the buzz in the dental clinic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wakakas.!&lt;br /&gt;I'm blogging from the com at my bibik's workplace.&lt;br /&gt;A dental clinic at Wisma Atria.&lt;br /&gt;Came straight off from sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;After sch, my class and 05S2 were supposed to have a debate.&lt;br /&gt;And, to no surprise, there were no supporters.&lt;br /&gt;Neither were there any adjudicators.&lt;br /&gt;So, we made our own decisions to just dismiss ourselves instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniwaes, cant wait.!&lt;br /&gt;Well, me and my sis, Phat, are right now enjoying ourselves with the lovelie cool comfort of this oh so posh clinic.&lt;br /&gt;And right after my bibik's done, we're gonna be *poof*, window shopping.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da dee dum***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hollaback gurl~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ali : :))) your line of smiles made my day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;DiNiE : heyloos. yearps, havent been bumping into ya for quite a while now. take care too alrightey.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;draco : fid.! hahahas. miss ya too dude.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-111467997796385041?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111467997796385041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111467997796385041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111467997796385041' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-111460660409253364</id><published>2005-04-27T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T20:56:44.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*lAlalAla.*&lt;br /&gt;Humming to Sleeqtones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;My fallacies. Your flaws.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;We make mistakes all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Since we cant forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Let's jus learn to forgive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Written by me.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMIGOSH.&lt;br /&gt;I was touched by the bling*blangers.&lt;br /&gt;Muahahas.&lt;br /&gt;They touched my boobs. OOOPS.&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna sound weird and all, but heys, they created a new game, and called it, touch rugby.&lt;br /&gt;No, it aint the normal, violent sporty thingy, but, like i mentioned earlier, it involves booby.&lt;br /&gt;Lolx. Alrights.&lt;br /&gt;They realised that i was the only one left among the 14 of us, whom have not yet joined this game of theirs.&lt;br /&gt;So, i was sorta, honoured, so they said, to be played.&lt;br /&gt;I practically screamed in the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;Totally freaked me out.&lt;br /&gt;Dilemma of the boobies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after sch, me, Nat, Sab, Renu and Vitz hung out at West Mall.&lt;br /&gt;Unintentionally, Renu brought along her digicam.&lt;br /&gt;And, yearh, Nat and me were snapping pixxies while they had their lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Check out the eye-candies posted in friendster, soon aight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, beads of perspiration are just trickling down my face.&lt;br /&gt;Arrrgh.! Cant stand the heat.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, ohkay, the warmth inside my room.&lt;br /&gt;For now.&lt;br /&gt;See ya, nitey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;that marionette me. ("v")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-111460660409253364?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111460660409253364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111460660409253364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111460660409253364' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-111443964598213081</id><published>2005-04-25T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T22:34:05.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*lAlalAla.*&lt;br /&gt;Humming to .... [DANNY JACKASS.! BOO.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lolx. Apologise for that.&lt;br /&gt;It concerns only those who "makan hello panda, terasa itik."&lt;br /&gt;Aight. For those who dun seem to get it.&lt;br /&gt;Its supposed to be LAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, dead meat, me.&lt;br /&gt;After school, that is.&lt;br /&gt;Found the 3 bitches, Nat, Tutz, and Sab, half naked in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly. No surprises.&lt;br /&gt;Yearh, freshen up and all that.&lt;br /&gt;Powders, perfumes, hair, make-ups.&lt;br /&gt;Blablabla.&lt;br /&gt;So, Dan and Ken were waiting for Nat outside sch.&lt;br /&gt;And, my gosh.&lt;br /&gt;Ohkaes, smth happened.&lt;br /&gt;And, it just doesnt seem right to me at all, at least.&lt;br /&gt;Dish. *punching my fist downwards*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hollaback Girl~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ali : Thanks dude.! :)))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;starryemokid : eh. biasalah. bling blangers rawk on alright.! power to the max ah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;draco : erps. who are ya.?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-111443964598213081?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111443964598213081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111443964598213081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111443964598213081' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-111409386363446552</id><published>2005-04-21T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T22:31:03.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*lAlalAla.*&lt;br /&gt;Humming to Jojo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabbing this opportunity to thank a kind soul out there, fow topping up my pre paid card for me.&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally, t'was low at that period of time.&lt;br /&gt;So, yearh, i wish i know who it is.&lt;br /&gt;May god bless you. :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i've been having these realleh painful headaches.&lt;br /&gt;Its a nuisance to me, especially when im trying so hard to pay attention in class.&lt;br /&gt;I better heed some kinda medication fast.&lt;br /&gt;Cos, basically, i have a couple of tests coming up, and its gonna be like the first test for the yr, and i intend to do well for all.&lt;br /&gt;*Insya'allah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've nth left to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hollaback gurl~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr_Brightside : Heys. I remember ya. We're in the same class, back in pri 4. =) Woots, long lost friend. Found.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;azi : Nopes. Couldnt get the chance to snap a pix with him. Aww. A pity, aint it.? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kYn : Sish. Thanks so much for your concern. I've been doing fine. Jus a couple of headaches, that happen to hurts a lott. Missing ya too. And, yups, Tuti, she's in my malay class.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dIana : Hmm, perhaps, it wasnt worth it at all. But. Who gives a damn abt that.? He's drop dead cute. Oops. Hee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nat : Muahahas. Whiteface Nat. Thanks for loving me. And, of course, i love ya too girl. *MMMwahs~*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-111409386363446552?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111409386363446552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111409386363446552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111409386363446552' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-111392653590094046</id><published>2005-04-19T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T00:02:15.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*lAlalAla.*&lt;br /&gt;Humming to Taufik Batisah. [He's darn cute, up close.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights, i knew i havent been updating for like a week.&lt;br /&gt;And, thats considered long, wasnt it.?&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, anyway, here i am again, typing out my rants and blablabla for all those loyal readers out there.&lt;br /&gt;*Muacccks~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohkaes, i jus came back from Kallang Theatre.&lt;br /&gt;Had a wonderful magical roller coaster ride with TAUFIK BATISAH.!&lt;br /&gt;Lolx. That's so untrue.&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, accompanied my friends to &lt;em&gt;An Evening with Taufik.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, to my amazement, my friend got me a front row tix.!&lt;br /&gt;Fu-yoo~&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, uber greatness for sure.&lt;br /&gt;He's wayyyy cute.!&lt;br /&gt;Aight, that's enough for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;*grins widely* :))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely aopolgise for the late update due to my oh ever so busy schedule.&lt;br /&gt;Livin a pretty cool hectic life though.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying it to the MAX.&lt;br /&gt;But, to my limits, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLING BLANG. aka blacklisters.&lt;br /&gt;Nilam, Amalina, Shaz, Nat, Tutz, Vitz, Renu, Sarah, Hidz, Hudz, Sabrina, Maggie, Firah and Nadia.&lt;br /&gt;My newfound clique.&lt;br /&gt;Lurve 'em triple truckloads. ("v")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, another day packed with sch activities  ahead of me tmr.&lt;br /&gt;So, ya got the hint.?&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-111392653590094046?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111392653590094046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111392653590094046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111392653590094046' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-111330835367538557</id><published>2005-04-12T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T20:19:13.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*lAlalAla.*&lt;br /&gt;Humming to the *pop-up sound of MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BRONZE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COP to Silver to Bronze.&lt;br /&gt;Quite a disappointment for me.&lt;br /&gt;But, imma gonna hold my head up high, and be proud of my dear juniors for im pretty sure they had done their best. =)&lt;br /&gt;Congrats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped school today.&lt;br /&gt;Simply cos i felt the need to be with PSSB on this impt day.&lt;br /&gt;SYF~ Central Judging for Concert Band 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i went to my alma mater.&lt;br /&gt;Presented  my wonderful clarinet juniors with a motivational card each. [Did it this morning.]&lt;br /&gt;And yearh, me and Yunn Miin, we helped to tie red and black ribbons on their lil ponytails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One definite thing, SCH is not a gd place for the comp.&lt;br /&gt;Its like so darn squeezy, unlike VCH, where we had our comp 2 yrs ago.&lt;br /&gt;But anw, yearh, saw a couple of my friends there.&lt;br /&gt;Peeps from Regent, Northland and Philyouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess there's no need for me to dwell on this no more.&lt;br /&gt;Its over.&lt;br /&gt;Bleahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignments half done.&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, once again, a big congrats to OPWO, gold with hons.!&lt;br /&gt;And to my sis's band, TK, gold.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-111330835367538557?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111330835367538557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111330835367538557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111330835367538557' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-111313587606968678</id><published>2005-04-10T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T20:24:36.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*lAlalAla.*&lt;br /&gt;Humming to 1st Lady. ][ currently, this song is one of my fav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holla~&lt;br /&gt;Lovelie time today with my girlfriend, Atika.&lt;br /&gt;Met her at Queensway where she gets her hockey stuff, and off we went to Bugis.&lt;br /&gt;Our intention was to grab our lunch there, but the coffeeshop was closed.&lt;br /&gt;So, instead, we &lt;em&gt;zoom&lt;/em&gt; all da way in the train, to Sengkang.!&lt;br /&gt;Of all places. Yearh, i know.&lt;br /&gt;But, we went there to meet Yati.&lt;br /&gt;The 3 stooges. Muahahas.&lt;br /&gt;Cant believe even though we're all in diff schs, our bond between us remains strong, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;The 3 mths we spent together was, erm, sheer outrageous.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that somewhat explains how we still cranked up with hilarity at the lame jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did i mention.?&lt;br /&gt;I got my lil sis, her belated birthday present gift, like finally.&lt;br /&gt;Lols. T'was a cute red Emily purse.&lt;br /&gt;=) Lightens me up when i sees the grin on her face the moment i presented it to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, now, im jus slacking at home with my sis.&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the pham, out having dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet reveries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Is there a panacea to blatant heartaches.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Im pretty convinced i need loadsa medication to cure this mushy sickness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;No more maltreatment.&lt;/span&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/5904260-111313587606968678?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111313587606968678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111313587606968678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111313587606968678' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-111278964895080840</id><published>2005-04-06T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T20:14:08.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*lAlalAla.*&lt;br /&gt;Humming to __________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angklung Kulintang Ensemble, has been placed as my first choice for CCA.&lt;br /&gt;Followed by, the Malay Cultural Society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body's aching again.&lt;br /&gt;PE this mornin, was thoroughly tedious.&lt;br /&gt;Conditioning, maximum hell.&lt;br /&gt;Warm up runs, weary.&lt;br /&gt;I was obviously drenched with my own sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniwaes, i kinda realised that my new classmates arent that bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;=) Pretty easygoing, and total extroverts.&lt;br /&gt;During break, most of us spent our time chilling out in class, with loud musiq booming on the stereos.&lt;br /&gt;Haks. Lights out, and doors closed, we slacked.&lt;br /&gt;Grrrrooving to the dancebeats, while classes in close proximity had to bear the volume with envy.&lt;br /&gt;The malay peeps are great, Syahmi, Amalina, Zaheir, Ariff, Khai and Wan.&lt;br /&gt;All, with their respective crazzie personalities, im sure the 3 yrs ahead of us will be guaranteed to have loadsa fun time together.&lt;br /&gt;05S5 rawks.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Announcement.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im appointed the class Environmentalist IC.&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, i was all smiley during maths lesson today.&lt;br /&gt;Praised by my teacher, of course.&lt;br /&gt;"Very good.."&lt;br /&gt;*blushes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:))) Aight, holl back some other time.&lt;br /&gt;Currently, i've a couple of assignments due tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Nitey~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-111278964895080840?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111278964895080840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111278964895080840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111278964895080840' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-111270361248302158</id><published>2005-04-05T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T20:20:12.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*lAlalAla.*&lt;br /&gt;Humming to GreenDay/Oasis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;One sided love, is the hardest thing of all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Bummed out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;And, psst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I hate the cold weather, that makes me shiver *brr* all over. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-111270361248302158?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111270361248302158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111270361248302158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111270361248302158' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-111242113799655476</id><published>2005-04-02T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T14:36:05.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*lAlalAla.*&lt;br /&gt;Humming to the rhythm of the fallin rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness gracious me, sympathise me, for im always bound to be in this unfortunate plight.&lt;br /&gt;I'm disheartened by his remarks.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, i cant stop thinking abt him.&lt;br /&gt;Must i be forced to subdue the longing of desire towards him.?&lt;br /&gt;This blatant heartache seems to have already seeped in me.&lt;br /&gt;Guess, i have to live with it.&lt;br /&gt;Aww.&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to have qualms on whatever nonsensical crapps that he had ever told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hasta Manana.!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I was so panicky yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;And i put the blame to Radz.!&lt;br /&gt;My dearest good friend, *landak* fooled me twice in a day.&lt;br /&gt;Does that made me so naive.?&lt;br /&gt;Or was i jus another foolish victim to be pranked on April Fool's day yesterie.?&lt;br /&gt;Bleahs.&lt;br /&gt;*crankedupp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daaaa~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-111242113799655476?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111242113799655476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111242113799655476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111242113799655476' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-111234745094694619</id><published>2005-04-01T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T17:24:10.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*lAlalAla*&lt;br /&gt;Humming to 1st Lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;But if the day comes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;that i have to let you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I think there's something,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i should probably let you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;That everyday, that i've spent with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I will miss you cos, i'm happy that i have you at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;("v") haartx always for ya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;SHUT UP.!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Oh my god. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Ain't i supposed to be like totally OVER him already.?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;For heaven's sake. *shrugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Dip-a-dee-doo-daa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Check outt my new hairdo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;=) Seriously, this is the most shortest hair length i ever have for god knows how long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;It's darnn short. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;But, i have my reasons for cutting it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Wanna know.? LOLx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Alright, alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I'll spill the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Ever since i permed my hair [miss those lovely dollie curls~], I began having dandruffs.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Well, the hairdresser told me that my scalp must have reacted BADLY to the chemical that was used to perm it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;And, furthermore, i kept changing shampoo products.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;My once silky hair, gave way to dry ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;But, fortunately of course, there arent any split ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Erps, does that actually makes any difference to the quality of my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;HAHA. NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;So, anyway, the dandruffs, are superbly itchy, that it tempts me to scratch my head all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Goodness me, duh, its just me having the tendency to scratch my head [with long fingernails] to clear it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;You guessed it, due to the sharpness of my nails, residues appeared, cuts on my scalp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;:(((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Hence, its sorta a pain whenever i tie my hair into a ponytail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Finally, i ended up resisting to snip-snap my curls away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;In lieu of the yesterday-feminine nilAm, you'll get a today-childish nilAm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Honestly, this new image of mine, makes me look years younger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Now, you guys will be seeing me with loads of prettie cutie hairclips all over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Thank my mama for being such a finesse over this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;And please, i would like to grab this opportunity, to claim that, those dandruffs on my head, have no rights whatsoever to label me as a filthy girl, aight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I'll come clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-111234745094694619?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111234745094694619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111234745094694619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111234745094694619' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-111201710829534454</id><published>2005-03-28T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T21:40:50.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*lAlalAla.*&lt;br /&gt;Humming to Gareth Gates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Say it isn't so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tell me you're not leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Say you're changed your mind now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;That I am only dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;This is not goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;This is starting over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;If you wanna know, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I don't wanna let &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;So say it isn't so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I miss you, a lott.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Tears flowed down these rosy cheeks of mine, all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;But, i remain strong, with certainty that, i'll be able to move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Though this fragile heart could never ever bear such a heartwrenching pain, i guess i'll never be able to be with you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Love, lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;An unexpected, miserable ending. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;He'll remain, at the back of my mind, somewhere in my heart, as a past chapter in this sweet fairytale. ("v") &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I'll never regret having you by my side, at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-111201710829534454?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111201710829534454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111201710829534454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111201710829534454' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-111193370316643038</id><published>2005-03-27T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T22:47:19.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*lAlalAla.*&lt;br /&gt;Humming to *an unidentified song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee.!&lt;br /&gt;The concert was another greatt success.&lt;br /&gt;My gosh, clarinet section, was the only section, who spent most of the time, snapping pixxies together.&lt;br /&gt;:)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniwaes. Everything went smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;Met the clarinet section at City Hall for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;And, off we went, heading to VCH.&lt;br /&gt;We're like the first section to arrive, other than the percussion, of course.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, since we're already in our black outfit, we straightaway set up our instrument, and began practising.&lt;br /&gt;Erps, the refreshments was from Polar Cafe.&lt;br /&gt;Hee. Puffs. Puffs. And more puffs.&lt;br /&gt;But, i didnt eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately though, my reed split.&lt;br /&gt;Madness.! Left with that one and only reed.&lt;br /&gt;But, it didnt do much damage, since, the tone remains the same.&lt;br /&gt;So, yearh. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;I obviously need to get a new box of reeds for myself this week.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, i should just probably get it next mth or smth.&lt;br /&gt;Till, the next schedule is up.&lt;br /&gt;But, wait.!!!&lt;br /&gt;Heys, nah, i still need it to practise. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the excitement of the concert.&lt;br /&gt;Mama and Phat came.&lt;br /&gt;Ohmigosh, mama was so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;She gave me this lovelie *congratulations* card.&lt;br /&gt;Hee, it's my 1st ever performance with Philyouth Winds.&lt;br /&gt;And, mama knows that i've been wanting to get into Philyouth ever since after the O's.&lt;br /&gt;To which, i passed the audition. [But, erms, currently, under probation.]&lt;br /&gt;It touches my heart, when mama gave it to me, grinning.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, i know she's proud of me.&lt;br /&gt;And im more than proud to have such great parents, supporting me all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Always being present at all of my concerts. :)))&lt;br /&gt;*Mmwwwahs* *Muacccks* *Smoooches* ("v")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not.&lt;br /&gt;I had a heartwrenching morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Baby, i love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And i'll never let you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;But if i have to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Boy, i think that you should know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The love we made, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;can never be erased.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And i promise that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;you will never be replaced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;MY HEART REMAINS WITH YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-111193370316643038?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111193370316643038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111193370316643038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111193370316643038' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-111180357991449155</id><published>2005-03-26T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T10:33:13.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*lAlalAla*&lt;br /&gt;Humming to these disturbed thoughts running through my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being patient.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-111180357991449155?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111180357991449155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111180357991449155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111180357991449155' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-111176012206018868</id><published>2005-03-25T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T22:18:01.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*lAlalAla*&lt;br /&gt;Humming to Obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What am i feeling.?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What am i doing wrong.?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is this an illusion.?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That i have in my heart.?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;("v") You. Pls, come back to me. Dont you know how much i love you.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Oh gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I'm just so worn out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Exhausted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Shoulder's aching, and everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Blisters practically, here and there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;My calf, my thumb, my back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Alright, lemme start ranting abt yesterday's events.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;T'was the 2nd day of the orientation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Got the opportunity to know my OG10 peeps more better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Nat, Syaz, Sue, Hilmi, Vidz. :))) Pretty much, the ones that i talk to a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Couldnt deny the amt of fun we had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;During OG period, we created our OG flag, identity, and cheer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Hmm. And then. We had MI dance. And, ooh, im like a total expert at that already. *blushes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Haks. Crapps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;And.!! I'm supposed to meet up with Radz, but *pooh* bueks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I couldnt get the chance to sneak out whilst in the orientation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;And oh my dear, he waited for me in the canteen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;But left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Bleahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Aniwaes, later in the afternoon, we had a scavenger hunt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Yearh, thats abt it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Oops. The bartley campus peeps came over too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____//*** ATIKA.! I miss ya lahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Now, now, now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I woke up at 9.15 am today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;That's cos, i had sectionals at 11am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;But, erps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Sorrie, i came late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;We didnt realleh play together, but self practised instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Ran through a couple of songs from our concert's repertoire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;And, went for lunch, at the nearby KFC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Back again, for combined band rehearsal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Now, came the tiring partt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;We did some kinda recording, and had to replay 1 song, for like, 3-4 times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;And, 1 song, was like, arrrrgh.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;6 songs, in total.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Slava, Trauermusik, I Am, Ride, October, Esprit De Corps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i improved a lil bitt.&lt;br /&gt;*blushes* Again.?&lt;br /&gt;LOLxx. Aww. Couldnt help it..&lt;br /&gt;A lil ounce of pride, is harmless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met my family, at Np, for my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Specifically, Golden Village, LJS.&lt;br /&gt;Phat, had a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;At least, she looks, more of her age.&lt;br /&gt;Bubbly, and younger.&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, i've no idea, how many of ya out there, mistook her as my elder sis.&lt;br /&gt;Gee, she just turned 14 last Jan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye. Im done.&lt;br /&gt;Nightey~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 more days to concert.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-111176012206018868?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111176012206018868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111176012206018868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111176012206018868' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-111158799166510677</id><published>2005-03-23T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T22:26:31.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*lAlalAla*&lt;br /&gt;Humming to Tata Young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't wanna be like Cinderella.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sitting in a dark old dusty cellar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waiting for somebody, to come and set me free.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't wanna be like Snow White.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waiting for her handsome prince to come and save me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;on a horse of white, unless we're riding side by side.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't wanna depend on noone else.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd rather rescue myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyloos.&lt;br /&gt;Wee.! Today's first day at school, was not as bad as i expected.&lt;br /&gt;Made more new friends.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the JAE cohort is half of the PAE.&lt;br /&gt;So, there are like only 15 OGs instead of 30+ Ogs, two mths ago.&lt;br /&gt;And, lucky me, im in OG 10, this time round.!&lt;br /&gt;With OGL Riyah, and my darlinx friend, Dewn.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, uber greattness.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, OG 10/Ma Mee Moo, peeps, are kinda friendly.&lt;br /&gt;Funnie, but cool peeps.&lt;br /&gt;Aww. But no one can ever replace my two closest friends, Atika and Yati.&lt;br /&gt;Lolx. They were the ones whom actually taught me how to skip lectures, tutorials, and even running out of school.!!!&lt;br /&gt;But, heys, to think of it, they were the ones whom stand by my side, when i needed them. =)&lt;br /&gt;Arent they sweet.?&lt;br /&gt;Those morning breakfasts, lunch after school, and nights out together..&lt;br /&gt;All those memories, arent left unforgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing for me worry abt now.&lt;br /&gt;Is.&lt;br /&gt;What CCA will i join in MI.?&lt;br /&gt;jazz band. [held at bartley campus. pathetic.!]&lt;br /&gt;modern dance. [considering.]&lt;br /&gt;malay cultural society. [in for sure.]&lt;br /&gt;angklung kulintang ensemble. [erms. *shrugs*]&lt;br /&gt;other sports cca. [aiks. no more tanner for me. though im fit, alright. oohkay, lil bit skinny. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's practically nothing for me to rant, no no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;So very much in lurve with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;But i doubt this thought of mine ever come across his mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I never wanna say goodbye, lurve.. ("v") &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;This fragile haart is in pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Boo.! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Somebody please tell him this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Oh, pls do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 more days to concert.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-111158799166510677?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111158799166510677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111158799166510677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111158799166510677' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-111141272044565447</id><published>2005-03-21T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T10:49:27.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*lAlalAla.*&lt;br /&gt;Humming to Postcards From Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pssst.&lt;br /&gt;I am just plainly bored.&lt;br /&gt;Laid back, on this green swivel chair of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much, phrasing my thoughts, into sentences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been browsing through the NAFA and Lasaselle SIA webpage lately.&lt;br /&gt;And my mind is getting rather occupied with visions of myself, a few years down the road, with a Diploma In Music, and Bachelors.&lt;br /&gt;:)))) *grinning*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erps, yearh right.&lt;br /&gt;I already missed the auditions.&lt;br /&gt;And.. wei.!&lt;br /&gt;I havent prepare anything, even if there's still room another round of auditions to be hold.&lt;br /&gt;However. I will definitely be glad auditioning for them spontaneously.&lt;br /&gt;Though, i have not actually done majoring in my minor scales yett.&lt;br /&gt;Bleahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohkaes.&lt;br /&gt;Right now.&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking hard, considering, whether i should get my own clarinet by now.&lt;br /&gt;I realleh do want one, to have it call my own.&lt;br /&gt;The problem is. $$$.&lt;br /&gt;Financially broke.&lt;br /&gt;I cant ask from my parents. Seriously, no way. [Though, i do hope they dont mind forking out a lil bit.]&lt;br /&gt;But i bet there arent any more space left in their minds to fit in a bill of at least $600++.&lt;br /&gt;Wont even bother demanding them.&lt;br /&gt;Soo, my soln is to find a part time job, during the upcoming June hols, and get my hands on that Buffet clarinet.!&lt;br /&gt;______//* dreamland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*heaving a big sigh of misery*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be the official last day in MI for my dearest friend, Atika.&lt;br /&gt;Ohmigosh. I'm like so gonna miss her truckloads, when she's gone.&lt;br /&gt;That practically means, i have to make more new friends this coming Wed, during orientation.&lt;br /&gt;Experiencing that same 'ol thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Heyloo, my name is Nilam. What's yours?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo.&lt;br /&gt;A never ending scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing.&lt;br /&gt;I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;Yearh, i realleh doo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were everything, everything that i wanted.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all the memories so close to me, just fade away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All this time, you were pretending. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So much for my happy ending. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I need you back, here with me, to create that happy ending of mine. ("v")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-111141272044565447?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111141272044565447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111141272044565447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111141272044565447' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-111112690266990023</id><published>2005-03-18T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T22:31:11.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*lAlalAla*&lt;br /&gt;Humming to The Polar Express.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, an end to da &lt;em&gt;Serie Musicale II.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past three days was greatt.&lt;br /&gt;PSSB went over to OPSS, on Tues and Wed for a band exhchange, in preparation for our combined concert yesterday night. =)&lt;br /&gt;Combined rehearsal went smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;And yearh, we even had an interaction segment, more like &lt;a href="http://http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=GAMES" target="_blank"&gt;games&lt;/a&gt; time.&lt;br /&gt;Heh, ohh, i enjoyed playing mass skipping.!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I saw him. But sadly, he ignored me, avoided me. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;[That's cos he's busy. No doubts abt it.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, however was gosh, helluva funn.&lt;br /&gt;Full of activities for us.&lt;br /&gt;Combined practises, individual band segments, breaks, the changing times.!&lt;br /&gt;Yesh, simply cant forget snappin pixxies, in betw. LOLx.&lt;br /&gt;My family and relatives came, to support me.!&lt;br /&gt;Aww, how sweet.&lt;br /&gt;*Muacks.!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so gonna miss OPWO.&lt;br /&gt;boohoohoo.&lt;br /&gt;All da lovelie peeps there.&lt;br /&gt;Lemme see, Adeline, and the rest of the clarinet section, Faris, Annette, Hafiz, Yaser, Daryl, Jannah, Siraj, and *him.&lt;br /&gt;Ya guys rawk on aytes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, i even received a stalk of pinkie rose, from my dearest junior, Evelyn.&lt;br /&gt;And, one more, a yellow rosy, from a dear section member too, Daphne.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks loads yearh.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woots.&lt;br /&gt;I received a huge *thank you Nilam.!* from my band.&lt;br /&gt;They thanked me for those lil motivational cards that me and Kyn made for them.&lt;br /&gt;I lurve them, all of 'em, to bits and pieces.&lt;br /&gt;Committee, juniors, clarinet section, uniform.!, instruments, and the pieces of score sheets~&lt;br /&gt;The havoc, chaos, hectic environment.&lt;br /&gt;Ohmigosh, it's all over, in a blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;ONE BAND. ONE SOUND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-111112690266990023?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111112690266990023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111112690266990023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111112690266990023' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-111020835757577261</id><published>2005-03-07T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T23:12:37.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*lAlalAla.*&lt;br /&gt;Humming to silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;So many things i've seen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Inside of you that i,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Will never ever reveal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;So many things i've known,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The true colours of you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Has finally, finally shown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He couldnt figure it outt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more can i say.?&lt;br /&gt;He wants an explanation, hesitated, well, reluctant, but i refused simply.&lt;br /&gt;Im sure its soo gonna be of insignificance to him.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, he's all over me.  Its jus ME that's head over heels.&lt;br /&gt;Oh guys, how they moved on so easily with their life as if nth had ever happened.&lt;br /&gt;I cant go on humiliating myself, making me look like a complete idiot.&lt;br /&gt;Having to put on a mask, gee, its jus insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were here, once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-111020835757577261?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111020835757577261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111020835757577261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111020835757577261' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-111011167286464427</id><published>2005-03-06T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T20:21:12.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*lAlalAla.*&lt;br /&gt;Humming to Lindsay Lohan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I can't live without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Can't breathe without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm dreaming abt you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Honestly, tell me that it's over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cos the world is spinnin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And i'm still livin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It won't be right if we're not in it together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tell me that it's over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'll be the first to go.&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be the last to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh. How i loong for him to be by my side.&lt;br /&gt;To be of existence in my life.&lt;br /&gt;To be present in my haart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: : : ___Wishes are never meant to come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERPS.&lt;br /&gt;Why am i gettin so emotional lately.?&lt;br /&gt;*raiseseyebrows*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the whole afternoon over at Laselle SIA.&lt;br /&gt;Band practise with Philyouth.&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, today i thought i played quite badd.&lt;br /&gt;My fingers didnt seem to constitute well with the notes that i see on my score.&lt;br /&gt;Ohh gees. It's over anw.&lt;br /&gt;Recording's gonna be in 2 weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;And a week after that will be our concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Philharmonis Winds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp; Philharmonic Youth Winds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;jointly present&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEATH &amp; Life&lt;/strong&gt; (and some of the bits in between)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Victoria Concert Hall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunday, 27 March 2005&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5.00 pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;S$15.00 (stalls)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;free seating&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaes. That's exactly what's flashed on the tix.&lt;br /&gt;I need support from my family/friends. =p.&lt;br /&gt;Aww. Pls.&lt;br /&gt;I know its a wee bit expensive.&lt;br /&gt;But, its gonna be my *opus* concert with the Philyouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yups. Anw, it's been chilly the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;Cold. Brr. Brr. Brr.&lt;br /&gt;Heys. I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&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/5904260-111011167286464427?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111011167286464427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/111011167286464427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111011167286464427' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-110994954065788966</id><published>2005-03-04T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T09:09:33.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*lAlalAla.*&lt;br /&gt;Hummin to _______.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a stirring headache right now.!&lt;br /&gt;Arrrgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeshies.&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonnnderrrfoool time with my girlfriends at town.&lt;br /&gt;We cranked up the whole afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Window shoppin all over town.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch at Far East.&lt;br /&gt;Break at Mc Cafe.&lt;br /&gt;=) Funn. Snap pixxies. Not loads. But, will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And waitt.&lt;br /&gt;I saw countless of the loveliest pair of shoes at City Link Mall.&lt;br /&gt;Ohmigosh. I managed to stand in front of the rows of shoes, and gasped in awe.&lt;br /&gt;*grinninbroadly*&lt;br /&gt;Heys, even the price was quite reasonable.&lt;br /&gt;I'm like so gonna get a new pair soon.&lt;br /&gt;Erm, yah, soooon.&lt;br /&gt;SOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay lahh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so the very the tired.&lt;br /&gt;Nitey~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-110994954065788966?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/110994954065788966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/110994954065788966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110994954065788966' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904260.post-110982722658457943</id><published>2005-03-03T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T13:20:26.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*lAlalAla*&lt;br /&gt;Humming to Matchbook Romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I buried you along with my haartx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904260-110982722658457943?l=nilamasra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/110982722658457943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904260/posts/default/110982722658457943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilamasra.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110982722658457943' title=''/><author><name>|* sweet toughie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
