<?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-9317847</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:31:57.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when all else fails.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>461</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-8098953804674859864</id><published>2007-04-17T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T21:34:13.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mon - City Hall.</title><content type='html'>Sorry I was too shagged to update about yesterday. I laid down like a pig the moment I got back. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yesterday was rather fruitful indeeed (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haikal was absent from school cause he didnt do alot of homework! HAHA! copy me only ahhhhhhhh. (cos' I sometimes do that too ya'know) :D Anywaywaywayway, after school was the main highlight. I was walking at a very fast speed idk why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azli, Dan &amp; me went to City Hall, to get school stuffs for Dan. Oh as you know, Polystudents just started school yesterday. But not Azli lehh! that lucky butttt. Hahaha.  He got his pants. then Abas &amp; Illyas met up with us there. Attempted to walk to SimLimSquare but took a bus along the way. Just a few stops though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note: I was feeling Oh-So-Tired the whole time ):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last stop, Bugis Street! I just love the place ... the skirts, the jeans, the cheapthrills (: hehe. Yes, I felt odd being the only dumbdumb wearing school uniform you knoww! hahahahaha. But nevertheless, I dont feel odd being there :D 851-ed back home. I was so tired, I sat on the floor of the bus with azli. slept only when reaching Khatib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIYOO FAIZAH!&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i got home, I didnt touch a homework at all. But i was happily watching this Arts Central show at 10pm. very interesting indeeed. &lt;strong&gt;Parental Guidance&lt;/strong&gt; know! but I did watch it. Then next was After Hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I've got some hot ideas running through my head."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA. wthh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you I was half-asleep for all the lessons today ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAWNS~ :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some rest man. I cant be tired for my birthday tmrw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YES ITS TOMORROW BABY! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooooooooooooh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope it'll turn out happy (: Unlike last year's. Hehhh. But I know everything will go alright if I have faith. &amp; It will be a lonely no more with Azli around. Awwwh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I think i need some cash. Hahahaha. I need $31.50 for Netball tee, $14 for soccerjerseys, &amp; lots more for me to spendddddddd heheheooooheahaha :D Okaye I get hyper when you talk about money! ka-ching$ ka-ching$ . And I get hyper-er when you talk about Swensens babehhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;*drools disgustingly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. okay laaaaa i needa rest for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sleeptite lovebugs :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: A FEW MORE HOURS SIAAAAAAAAAAA :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-8098953804674859864?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/8098953804674859864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=8098953804674859864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/8098953804674859864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/8098953804674859864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2007/04/mon-city-hall.html' title='mon - City Hall.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-7002721420559807918</id><published>2007-04-15T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T21:03:55.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday - AMK hub, study at KFC(sem)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Gynophobia - Fear of Women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMMM, I wonder if there's such a person in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Tag me if you are! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was awesomely simple, but sweet (: cause i spent it with him.&lt;br /&gt;I headed Khatib around noon then accompany him have lunch at Lisoon. Moran, Dan &amp; Illyas were there too (: I had my yummy Jelly Beancurd :D :D :D &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(FINALLY!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just go where the wind takes us. SO, we took 851 to Amk ... then walked around till we reach the new AMK hub - newly open. there were alot of people, even queues inside the pretty toilets. hahaha. Had bubble tea while walking around just looking at the place. I liked the atmosphere. &amp;amp; the colours the shopping centre had. makes me go all, '' cooooooool ahhhhhhhhhh. ''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point of time I felt weird about my dressing.&lt;br /&gt;MIND YOU, I was so slackily dressed. a skirt with some Tshirt with slippers. hahaha. &amp; Azli was with his going-to-play-soccer dressing. but he looked nice! (im not saying this cause im not gf okaye!) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting a&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;nice thin-material teal green cardigan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sooon. Azli said that'll make him melt. Awwww. hehe. I wanna see if its true. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was supposed to slowly head for his match then. So we took train to Sembawang &amp;amp; kacau-ed Azhar &amp; his ''new-girlfriend''. HAHAHAHA. (im not saying her name for privacy reasons) But Azhar is still single, don't worry. =_=" It was really nice &amp;amp; funny just chilling and talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then and then and then.&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;their match was cancelled ): ): ): ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the disappointment in his face. He was really looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we made a U-turn &amp; sat at KFC to eat. Azhar taught me maths yay! I &lt;em&gt;pandddaaaaiii&lt;/em&gt; alrdy :D hahaha. Azli was complaining about how he's going to make his way from Tampines to Jurong twice a week for his job. hahaha. poor thing. From East to West. Wow. What an MRT ride its gonna be. &lt;em&gt;If you want i can accompany you on the phone kay (: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaye, I cant study much with so many people around. Tooooooo many distractions! hahaha. Azli sent me back to Admiralty &amp;amp; he also head backkkk. :D &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: I still cant upload pictures, idk why ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-7002721420559807918?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/7002721420559807918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=7002721420559807918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/7002721420559807918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/7002721420559807918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2007/04/sunday-amk-hub-study-at-kfcsem.html' title='sunday - AMK hub, study at KFC(sem)'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-3571136742619860706</id><published>2007-04-14T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T00:09:00.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>netball.</title><content type='html'>I cant seem to post pictures into my posts. WHY AHHHH? ):&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. I'll make do with what i have now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Beyonce Knowels - Listen&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; gives me the goosebums, in a good way. I can listen to the song over and over again &amp; the special feeling of depth will never go away. To date, thats the best song Beyonce sang :D Well at least, to my opinion lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Azli went to Suqiman's Gig. While I slacked at home &amp; watch D3:Mighty Ducks on Star World. Quite an old show though. Then at night I watched Bring It On. nice show (: &amp;amp; did i tell you i watched Cicakman on DVD recently? AHAHAHA. quite a disgusting show when they show millions of lizards in his room. but as everyone knows, Saiful Apek is the only reason why the show is funny. Talking about humour, I heard MrBean's Holiday is goooooood. Maybe I should go watch soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh anyway, my family went to Marina Square in the afternoon. Walked around aimlessly &amp; ate at LongJohnSilvers. Again, i must stress this; &lt;strong&gt;I wouldnt know where to eat if there's no LJS in Singapore.&lt;/strong&gt; hahaha. then i discovered some corners of Marina Square that I've never been to before. The shops there sell really cheap &amp; pretty dresses. I wanted to get hold of this white flairy one. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just you wait. I'll get it sooooooon baybehhhh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azli said the gig was pretty fun. Well, I gave this one a miss cause I need to save money(?) 28th I can go Gashaus again :D FBA will be performing. And someday when I have the chance, I really wish to see Deputy Siren LIVE! they're damn goood lah. &amp; I love their songs, many many many ! *thumbs up* hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAD STARBUCKS JUST NOW (: (: (:&lt;br /&gt;okay I'm happy alrdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I miss Azli. hehh. I only get to see him twice a week or less. &amp; we don't usually get to talk on the phone for hours. but despite all this, I know our love is still strong. It'll come a day when all of these sacrifices we had to make will pay off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;oh please make this last forever.&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/9317847-3571136742619860706?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/3571136742619860706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=3571136742619860706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/3571136742619860706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/3571136742619860706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2007/04/netball.html' title='netball.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-8230841400351126815</id><published>2007-04-13T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T22:44:21.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;after so many days of emptiness. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Azli fills me in. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;:D &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss him so. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp; no words could describe it when i saw him today, standing there, just smiling at me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*melts*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ISWANDI (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday The 13th.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that doesn't mean everything must go bad &amp; everyone must be sad right?&lt;br /&gt;I'm still smiling despite the irritating-running-nose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lessons felt short.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; my class clock screwed up &amp;amp; gave me a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot believe MYE is just 2 weeks away? OH PLEASE, dont stress me up on my birthday. and i just reaslised i got tons of catching up to do. My EMath basics are hopeless! i dont even know how to factorise algebra laaaa. i was really dumbfounded when i attempted questions in the WS. all this while, I thought i can do well with just listenining in class. Fact is, nothing goes into my brain. I dont revise. I dont even understand what is going on sometimes?! PATHETIC? YES OF COS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uggghhhhh. this revision load is getting to me. I have 5 AMath assignment waiting for me. and as you all know, &lt;strong&gt;amath gives me the worse headaches ever!&lt;/strong&gt; i cannot take itttttttttt. maybe i need tuition or something. maybe i just need someone to shout it all to my brain! I cant work by just looking at numbers. I need someone to tell me, &lt;u&gt;''whenever there's a square root, take it out''&lt;/u&gt;. That kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. I shall stop whining. hehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The acts during assembly was &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; entertaining indeed. I just love sitting with the Netballers. You'll never feel lost :D &amp; I love Fangli. cos she inspires me to be happy, to be loyal, and to be passionate about something you love. She's like a role-model friend. Someone who is always there for her friends &amp;amp; never shy to be herself in front of everyone. Hehh. Something I struggle to be. I really admire her for that. =)&lt;br /&gt;Stay happy loveeeeee (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry teamates cause i couldnt make it for training today. Fever is really getting to me. &amp; the rainy days are not helping at all. Why can't it be a windy-not-so-sunny day everyday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my crave for Jelly Beancurd is increasing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep smiling people (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-8230841400351126815?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/8230841400351126815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=8230841400351126815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/8230841400351126815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/8230841400351126815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2007/04/after-so-many-days-of-emptiness.html' title=''/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-6328919502222464061</id><published>2007-04-12T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T21:43:04.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday blues.</title><content type='html'>its thursday now &amp; its only &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6 MORE DAYS to my birthday ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but somehow, im still not feeling the atmosphere yet. it's always like this when it comes to my birthday sehhhh. sometimes i keep finding &amp; finding when i shouldnt. i should just let it come naturally, yes? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(akon's on TV now, singing Don't Matter. i sorta like that corny song. hahahahah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling like shit now. It really sucks to be sick. I'm running a temperature &amp; I've a running nose which is like ever-so-irritating nehhhhhh. the mucus drips down like a running tap :X eeyerrrr. Ahhh, you get what i mean. its so difficult to focus in class when every sickening 5 minutes i have to blow my nose or the mucus will drip down onto my paper. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those who are sick &amp; experiencing the same sickness as me, &lt;strong&gt;TAKE GOOD CARE OKAYE! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this all began cause my body is really shagged &amp; I don't have enough rest.&lt;em&gt; tsk tsk tsk.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;dont do this to yourself faizahhhhhh. &lt;/em&gt;training on Tuesday was somewhat tough. didn't go outdoors at all cause it was raining. but had to run round the Junior Block (stairs up to level 4 &amp;amp; back down) &lt;strong&gt;10 fking times! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when you get the hang of it, it's not that tiring after all though. then there were more stairs training after the ''giving-birth pain process'' - &lt;u&gt;The Ultimate Leg Raise.&lt;/u&gt; I wish it pays off in the end and have some pretty hot abs !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHHHH I CANT WAIT MAN! MORE LEG RAISE PLEASEEE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday I had Art Elective after school. didn't do much though, just loads of decision making to do, for my Paper 1 at the end of the year. so i finally decided on;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Unusual Perspective - Photography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is going to be SOOOOOOOOO fun man! at first i wanted to do Damaged. but after talking to Mr. Lee &amp; looking at some of JohnClang's work, i changed my mind. Unusual Perspective seems more ..... general. &amp;amp; it'll take off a whole load of work. I think I'm going out VERY SOON to weird places &amp; snapping pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT WAIT! the ironic thing is .... im doing Photography but i dont have a camera! *hints hints* (if only my parents read this. they'll know what to get for my birthday.)&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHA DREAM ON EH FAIZAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;its good to dream (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIYA, i just realised I've got tons of unfinished work to do. believe me, i've got a whole list of things to do. but for now, I've got to get ready for my Oral Speech! andddd i dont know what the hell to talk about! HELP?!  maybe i should talk about ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;netball? (did that last yr hah!)&lt;br /&gt;swensens? (okay maybe not. i'll be drooling away.)&lt;br /&gt;bloggers? (i shall state that blogger.com is very very laggy! grr)&lt;br /&gt;hair?&lt;br /&gt;technology?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHH I DUNNO LAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;but im sure LiTeng will talk about something very very very LAME!&lt;br /&gt;that's just him =_="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i'm supposed to hand in the completed speech tml?&lt;br /&gt;that'll never happen! unless i write about myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay thats not happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhh think about it tmrw :D dont wanna squeeze all my brain juices now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I MISS YOU LIKE CRAZY ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp; i hope to hear from you sooon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-6328919502222464061?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/6328919502222464061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=6328919502222464061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/6328919502222464061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/6328919502222464061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2007/04/birthday-blues.html' title='birthday blues.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-4125224545090716059</id><published>2007-04-09T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T21:54:29.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for all its worth.</title><content type='html'>sorry for the lack of updates. im surprised people still read my blog. hahahahaha. but yes, im back again for now. just felt the urge to keep you all updated cause a day that comes once a year for me is coming like very soon luh. in 9 days only knowwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wawawawa :D&lt;br /&gt;i cannot wait for my banana crumble nehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its already waiting for me! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh anyway, i made a trip to SENTOSA with my netball girls on the last Good Friday. it went alright, but could have gone better ? oh well. i did have fun along the way ....  Although i still feel i should have gone with some swimsuit and soak in the Sun. hhahaha. next time maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's pictures but im at a point where i hate looking at my own pictures cos i think they look bad. hehh hehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, after a month of not going Gashaus, i went! i sort of liked the feeling when i just stepped into the place. =) like there's a sense of belonging there. but the people there yesterday were all so unfamiliar. Azli's band played at 5. they were okaye. Azli was sweating all over when he finished. hehe. i like their Perfect Smile. so far, the bestest laaaaaaa :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ridwan, Suqiman, Azhiim, Nadiah, Shid, Hydhir came soon after. surprisingly, i saw Anwari with Yassin there. surprise surprise. i wasnt expecting them there at all. but ... OH WELL .. had lunch cum dinner at LJS with Dan, his so-called-hot-cousin, Azli &amp; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just simply love LONGJOHNSILVERS luh. i'd be lost without them in Singapore. (?)&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a confession to make -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;im secretly falling in love with Azli all over again (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee. School's been okay. i just reaslied that Mid-Year is in 4 weeks time &amp; guess what? i havent started revision! imma dead pig. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets look at the brighter side, after mid-year im gonna go for camp! weeeeewooooowayyyy. &amp; my birthday is coming oh-so-soon. Chalet too! i just cannot wait luh. &amp;amp; my scheldule is getting more and more hectic. i so wish to spend my time with Azli now that he have his hols. but .... im sooo rushed for time ): i wanna spend as much quality time with him, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ever so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random, i feel like eating loads of those soft &amp; yummy &lt;u&gt;Jelly Beancurd&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wish there was something i could do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or something i could say.&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/9317847-4125224545090716059?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/4125224545090716059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=4125224545090716059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/4125224545090716059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/4125224545090716059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2007/04/for-all-its-worth.html' title='for all its worth.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-931595351097495567</id><published>2007-03-10T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T12:13:57.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2ndsis's bday ; swensens!</title><content type='html'>10feb; the day the party's going on at Azli's house. &amp; im not going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoooos, went out with Mommy &amp; sis to Geylang early in the monring. the MRT ride was very irritating, again! cause have to wait very looong. bleargh. &lt;em&gt;patience fie patience.&lt;/em&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we stopped by the biggestestest This Fashion 'cause i insisted :D huahuahua. wanted to find nice capris or denim skirt. but the place's flooded with the now-in-trend ''dresses''. oh well. my eyes caught this blouse &amp; when i tired it on, i fell in love with it! so ka-ching! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/Rfqho11Z5yI/AAAAAAAAALc/As9g3B0HHbc/s1600-h/DSC02217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042520455812605730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/Rfqho11Z5yI/AAAAAAAAALc/As9g3B0HHbc/s320/DSC02217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) yay im happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to City Hall &amp; met my Dad. the whole family minus brother plus sister's bf went for lunch at Sakura @ Capitol. but im not sucha big fan of Sakura so i just have my usuals. hahaha so contradicting! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after walking around for a while, windowshopping, sis's BF treated us to Swensen's Earthquake cos its sis's birthday (: (&amp; bday girl usually gets a free ice-cream on the birthday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/Rfqhpl1Z51I/AAAAAAAAAL0/VEca34Ih4ew/s1600-h/DSC02225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042520468697507666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/Rfqhpl1Z51I/AAAAAAAAAL0/VEca34Ih4ew/s320/DSC02225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was superly happy luh! :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;8 flavours to choose from mannnx! my favourite was, of course, sticky chewy chocolate &amp; mango! i looovee good food, yumm-my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;browsing through the menu, i saw this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/RfqhpV1Z50I/AAAAAAAAALs/2kERui1fYIo/s1600-h/DSC02224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042520464402540354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/RfqhpV1Z50I/AAAAAAAAALs/2kERui1fYIo/s320/DSC02224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BANANA CRUMBLE!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone still owes me this. bwahaahaha. nevermind, i'll treat myself to it very soon! *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; again i just had to drop by the toilet. Funan's toilet is really nice mann. good interior designs. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/RfqjdV1Z53I/AAAAAAAAAME/X7b-Jm8aVg0/s1600-h/DSC02243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042522457267365746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/RfqjdV1Z53I/AAAAAAAAAME/X7b-Jm8aVg0/s320/DSC02243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/Rfqho11Z5zI/AAAAAAAAALk/WcsNupkHW24/s1600-h/DSC02219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042520455812605746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/Rfqho11Z5zI/AAAAAAAAALk/WcsNupkHW24/s320/DSC02219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/Rfqhp11Z52I/AAAAAAAAAL8/5EdyuOgMwtg/s1600-h/DSC02235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042520472992474978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/Rfqhp11Z52I/AAAAAAAAAL8/5EdyuOgMwtg/s320/DSC02235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday sistaaaaa. (: next is you who's gonna get married *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i hope you're having fun at the party love (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-931595351097495567?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/931595351097495567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=931595351097495567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/931595351097495567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/931595351097495567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2007/03/2ndsiss-bday-swensens.html' title='2ndsis&apos;s bday ; swensens!'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/Rfqho11Z5yI/AAAAAAAAALc/As9g3B0HHbc/s72-c/DSC02217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-4790408966453784106</id><published>2007-03-08T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T12:13:57.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X-country!</title><content type='html'>today's Ahmad Ibrahim's Annual Cross Country !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, wooooooh! i've been looking forward to today. but, not really. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its sucky when an annual thing, participated by the whole school, &lt;em&gt;HAD&lt;/em&gt; to be held at sucha place. where? Sembawang Park. =_=" the school is getting so budget nowadays. oh so i heard, they dont wanna waste transportation money laaaaa or Turf City is too far laaa &amp; blah blah blah. excuses~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, me &amp;amp; Fangli wanted to escaped P.E. 'cause we didnt wanna tire ourselves. but mission failed. LOLL. after running a round, we basicaly just slacked in the gym. serious slacking siaa. i didnt do a single thing, i swear. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;school ended at 1.40.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around 3plus or so. Illya came into my class. &amp; suddenly i miss the old 2E3. it was like a 2e3 reunion or something. Illya starting playing ''Meet You There'' on the guitar and a sudden feeling of nostalgia hit me. everyone ( me, Illya, Syafaat, Haikal, Diana, Hazique) started singing to the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH memories. &lt;br /&gt;i miss Illya like, tons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to assemble at the hall. &amp; all the competitors got a number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;girls;&lt;/strong&gt; even number.&lt;strong&gt; boys; &lt;/strong&gt;odd number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/RfqYD11Z5xI/AAAAAAAAALU/7qa67AOPhI0/s1600-h/DSC02258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042509924552795922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/RfqYD11Z5xI/AAAAAAAAALU/7qa67AOPhI0/s320/DSC02258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; this was mine! huahuahua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boarded the fun to the starting line. the whole bus was fking noisy laaa! spoil the tension onlyyy(which is good!) just cause one person laughed, the rest of the class were laughing along. HA HA HA. weird class. okay anyway, i was so nervious inside. i kept telling myself .... uh idk what i was telling myself. i was just nervous! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took the girls like 15mis or so before starting. the feeling was so .... irritating! HAHAA. me &amp; FangLi were talking crap to each other. &amp;amp; yes i was still feeling VERY nervous at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh then finally it started, the route was, CRAP luhh. behind bungalows, into the jungle, beside the mosque &amp; then to the normal route. pfft. the feeling of cross-country sooooo wasnt there laaa. and forget what i told myself to do, i just ran my hearts out, smiling mentally (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 4.2km route FINALLY ended. so relieveddddd. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i got 7th position (: (: (: (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im proud of myself, yes. i made it. i proved&lt;em&gt; myself&lt;/em&gt; wrong. &amp; good job my class's girls! you girls did especially well uh. so proud of you girls ! (: &amp; hazique! you proved alot of people wrong despite your matrepness ahhhhhh. hehe. good job! do better next year! top 20 laaa set? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; not forgetting to all the netballers, you girls are soooo damn strong luh! proved Coach wrong &amp;amp; no extra round in upcoming trainings! =D all 8 of us top 20 next year? we can make it one. JIAYOU! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the joy was so overwhealming.&lt;br /&gt;three cheers for everyone that put their hearts out to win ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;farah, im sorry such a thing happened to you on the day that you put so much effort in. i hope you're fine alrdy now. we all are behind you kay. dont fear. stay strong sweets (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smacks to bed*&lt;br /&gt;yawns, im tireddddd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-4790408966453784106?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/4790408966453784106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=4790408966453784106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/4790408966453784106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/4790408966453784106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2007/03/x-country.html' title='X-country!'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/RfqYD11Z5xI/AAAAAAAAALU/7qa67AOPhI0/s72-c/DSC02258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-9060199170592597071</id><published>2007-03-05T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T20:32:05.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>raffles &amp; busride home with Sha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;monday; [5thMar]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me &amp; Haikal both got new haircuts! hehe. he looked really nice in it uhh. more neater &amp;amp; innocent, i guess? OH WELL, he's always been like that! my camwhore partnerrr! :D then Syafa'at, Hazique, Haikal &amp; me had some future talking. Hahaha. I simply love them lah, like the best clasmates evaaa! We vowed to be CLASSMATES FOREVER! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=_="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushed to meet Azli at Khatib MRT. for the first few times, he was early! YAY :D somehow i was damn happy to see him luhhh. he was 'drunk' ! took us 10minutes just to top up my Ez-link. OH! talking about that, thanks Luqman for lending me your ez-link. i really really really appreciate it luhh. next time i buy for you Snickers kay ? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azwan, Azhar, Moran, Shahida, Azli &amp;amp; me hanged around Raffles coffeebean before heading KFC for lunch. &lt;strong&gt;im craving for beef lasange reallyy bad! :(&lt;/strong&gt; its sooo tempting. but if i did buy it, i'd most prolly spend my entire week of allowance :x sedihhhhh kannnnnn. grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY!, the boys decided to explore some old building. so me &amp; Shahida decided to take a super duper uber ultra loooooooongggg busride back Woodlands. we took 961 from Esplanade and to my dismay, it rounded one whole Fajar &amp;amp; CCK mann before it reached Woodlands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine laaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;*faints*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-9060199170592597071?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/9060199170592597071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=9060199170592597071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/9060199170592597071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/9060199170592597071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2007/03/lastweekofterm1-xcountry.html' title='raffles &amp; busride home with Sha.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-4319010536992495905</id><published>2007-03-03T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T12:13:58.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weeekends; haircut &amp; family to Courts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/Re7HjS518sI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bsYNlOR1ddE/s1600-h/DSC02102.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i've just time to update on my weeeeeekenddssss (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOO ANYHOOOS,&lt;br /&gt;sorry i've been letting you faithful readers wait so long for my posts. I'll try my best to seriously update on what I've been up to in the March Hols aight. dont worry, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Blogs Dont Run Away.&lt;/span&gt; Hahahaha. LOLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here comes the updates (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;saturday;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lee dearest accompanied me to have my haircut at Far East Plaza (: we went out rather late due to some problems =/ lets try to avoid them next time. hehe. &amp; i was desperately trying to contact Aisyahhhh on her phone, house phone even. but no avail. ): go getta new phone babeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we searched at the Top level for the shop she mentioned. but there were like 5 or more people waiting for their turn. when i asked how long must i wait, she said around 3 hours. BAPAK KAU LAH! she thinks im on a vacation or something ehhhh. so we didnt give up &amp;amp; searched the 3rd floor pulak. finally settled with a $12 haircutt :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waited a few minutes. &amp; when i had a haircut, she didnt really get what i was trying to say ... but she did cut in the end. =_=" hahaha. that haircut really made me feel like jumping out of my seat siaaaa. she took 45minutes (as said by Azli) to cut my hair. i felt like 2 hours. LOLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, im happy with my haircut (: i hope it'll grow nicely this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked around town with him for a while. searched for the FOX shirt he wanted but there werent any more :( :( :( we were sadded for a whilee. i wanna search for the shirt until i succeed uhhh. cause he really loved that shirt. &amp;amp; i'd do anything to get it :( please FOX people .... sell that shirt again laaaaa! grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/Re7Hji518tI/AAAAAAAAAI8/qxzaE0W6US8/s1600-h/DSC02100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039184446552928978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/Re7Hji518tI/AAAAAAAAAI8/qxzaE0W6US8/s320/DSC02100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stopped by Danny's workplace to get &lt;strong&gt;Chocolate Cream Chip. &lt;/strong&gt;haha thanks Dan! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/Re7Hjy518vI/AAAAAAAAAJM/M15-4R2wX0c/s1600-h/DSC02104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039184450847896306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/Re7Hjy518vI/AAAAAAAAAJM/M15-4R2wX0c/s320/DSC02104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thank you dear for walking me home (: love love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/Re7Hjy518uI/AAAAAAAAAJE/3H6C9_rprRw/s1600-h/DSC02107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039184450847896290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/Re7Hjy518uI/AAAAAAAAAJE/3H6C9_rprRw/s320/DSC02107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sunday;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was a gooody gooody girl today. stayed home till my parents asked me out to my Auntie's place 'cause we missed her deliciously YUMMYmama cooking. hehe. i ate like a lot there. (good move faizah!) hehe. then we asked her along to Courts @ Tampines. the bigbig newly opened one. The place's hugeeee laaaaa OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha (: I've just been wanting to go there with Azli. Hahaha. Somehow, it's nice when we just walk and argue about what we prefer to have in our future home. Haha. i wish, i hope, i pray (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm missing him alrdy :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you keep asking me, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll melt away in summer air.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-4319010536992495905?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/4319010536992495905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=4319010536992495905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/4319010536992495905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/4319010536992495905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2007/04/weeekends-haircut-family-to-courts.html' title='weeekends; haircut &amp; family to Courts'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/Re7Hji518tI/AAAAAAAAAI8/qxzaE0W6US8/s72-c/DSC02100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-6114665145214481840</id><published>2007-02-25T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T12:14:01.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FBAgigtakmenjadi, SeoulGarden~</title><content type='html'>im back from a really hearty meal at Seoul Garden. &amp; im really really really shagged ):&lt;br /&gt;but im superly happy! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met Aisyah at Admiralty first before meeting the rest of them at Khatib MRT. Aisyah's first time to Gashaus woooooo! hahaha. &amp; apparently, Dan msged her the wrong timing &amp;amp; she had to wait quite long for me. sorry babee ): Dan almost brought his entire family to the gig. AHAHA. his siblings, Diyanah &amp; Imran were there. &amp;amp; Diyanah looks like Hailey's Paramore mannnn! maybe its her hair (: NICEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest met at Bugis's BK while i have my lunch. there were Nasuha, Danial, Imran, Diyanah, Aisyah, Shahida, Azwan, Syahmi, Teejay, me &amp; the rest of FBA. plus! Liyana &amp;amp; Carmel toooo.&lt;br /&gt; a good thing they sold out all their tickets (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/RfYWf11Z5lI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/3dhQeQPujuk/s1600-h/CIMG5348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041241569170679378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/RfYWf11Z5lI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/3dhQeQPujuk/s320/CIMG5348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beside me is Apai[FBA's drummer] with it ever-changing hair colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/RfYWgF1Z5mI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/nnX1ksl718E/s1600-h/DSC02015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041241573465646690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/RfYWgF1Z5mI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/nnX1ksl718E/s320/DSC02015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the gig started 2 hours late. surprise surprise =__=" HAAAAH. i only got to catch 2 bands before FBA. &amp; unfortunately, they encountered with some technical difficulties &amp;amp; had to make the crowd wait. if it weren't for that, i think they'd have a really great moshpit mann. bummer kannnnn! grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a primary schoolmate of mine tapped me on the back. &amp; he was rather shock to see me there. HAHA. &amp;amp; he said Azli's my brother. HAAHAHAHA. make jokes -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's Luqman taking random shots of me! (he's prettye good at it. thank youuuuuuuuu!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/RfYWfV1Z5iI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ZoXpejHUAgI/s1600-h/faizah2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041241560580744738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/RfYWfV1Z5iI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ZoXpejHUAgI/s320/faizah2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/RfYWfV1Z5jI/AAAAAAAAAJk/vnnxPO0GXAk/s1600-h/faizah7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041241560580744754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/RfYWfV1Z5jI/AAAAAAAAAJk/vnnxPO0GXAk/s320/faizah7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/RfYWf11Z5kI/AAAAAAAAAJs/yWlT4MBNRmI/s1600-h/faizah4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041241569170679362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/RfYWf11Z5kI/AAAAAAAAAJs/yWlT4MBNRmI/s320/faizah4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i didnt know the back of my hair was like that until today! AHHHH slow.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was my 10bucks gig. =_="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause i had to rush to Marina Square &amp; meet up with my family. they treating to Seoul Garden as it was my &lt;strong&gt;dearest-one-&amp;amp;-only brother's 24th birthday&lt;/strong&gt; the day before. well, HAPPY 21ST BIRTHDAY! i feel like a brat... i didnt get him anything ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYHOOOS,&lt;br /&gt;i ate &amp; ate &amp;amp; ate. just couldnt get enough of itt laaaaaa:) &amp; its delicious can. cos its free! huahuahua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/RfYXaF1Z5nI/AAAAAAAAAKE/aJ_eaoRE5s4/s1600-h/DSC02019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041242569898059378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/RfYXaF1Z5nI/AAAAAAAAAKE/aJ_eaoRE5s4/s320/DSC02019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/RfYXaV1Z5oI/AAAAAAAAAKM/GvTROgZqlSI/s1600-h/DSC02021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041242574193026690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/RfYXaV1Z5oI/AAAAAAAAAKM/GvTROgZqlSI/s320/DSC02021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prettye things that caught my eyes :D&lt;br /&gt;YUMM-MYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/RfYXaV1Z5pI/AAAAAAAAAKU/-Zv7Vf-T814/s1600-h/DSC02020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041242574193026706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/RfYXaV1Z5pI/AAAAAAAAAKU/-Zv7Vf-T814/s320/DSC02020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL,&lt;br /&gt;my brother has always been the fortunate one. halfway through our scrumptuous(?) meal, his gf &amp; my sister surprised him with a SWENSENS birthday cakeeeee! double YUMM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/RfYXal1Z5qI/AAAAAAAAAKc/XoUnshwTSIA/s1600-h/DSC02022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041242578487994018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/RfYXal1Z5qI/AAAAAAAAAKc/XoUnshwTSIA/s320/DSC02022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/RfYYe11Z5sI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mq216fMCs9c/s1600-h/DSC02026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041243751014065858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/RfYYe11Z5sI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mq216fMCs9c/s320/DSC02026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/RfYXa11Z5rI/AAAAAAAAAKk/DVwvlJPF0fo/s1600-h/DSC02025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041242582782961330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/RfYXa11Z5rI/AAAAAAAAAKk/DVwvlJPF0fo/s320/DSC02025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH BIRTHDAY BOY AHH! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sang him a birthday song &amp; yadayadas. a group of 20+ boys helped to sing along a birthday song tooo! AWWW, sweeeetness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked around Marina Square &amp; i just &lt;em&gt;HAD&lt;/em&gt; to go to their toilet. huge mirrors yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/RfYYfV1Z5vI/AAAAAAAAALE/bmsXCVwY-wY/s1600-h/DSC02037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041243759604000498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/RfYYfV1Z5vI/AAAAAAAAALE/bmsXCVwY-wY/s320/DSC02037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/RfYYfF1Z5uI/AAAAAAAAAK8/CW0azpFG3eQ/s1600-h/DSC02035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041243755309033186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/RfYYfF1Z5uI/AAAAAAAAAK8/CW0azpFG3eQ/s320/DSC02035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/RfYYfF1Z5tI/AAAAAAAAAK0/4XZrWeatiIs/s1600-h/DSC02029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041243755309033170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/RfYYfF1Z5tI/AAAAAAAAAK0/4XZrWeatiIs/s320/DSC02029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/RfYYfl1Z5wI/AAAAAAAAALM/csMCQhIkgNw/s1600-h/DSC02040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041243763898967810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/RfYYfl1Z5wI/AAAAAAAAALM/csMCQhIkgNw/s320/DSC02040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; my second sister! thats my brother's gf on the left side of the pic! :D loll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhh kay im done. i hope you enjoy the pictures! (: too much of me? too bad its my blog anyway! huahuahua. goodnight pretty beings! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;loves.&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/9317847-6114665145214481840?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/6114665145214481840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=6114665145214481840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/6114665145214481840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/6114665145214481840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2007/02/fbagigtakmenjadi-seoulgarden.html' title='FBAgigtakmenjadi, SeoulGarden~'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/RfYWf11Z5lI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/3dhQeQPujuk/s72-c/CIMG5348.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-1769162979341310321</id><published>2007-02-21T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T23:14:10.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the-blow-blow-fu-fu day. :D</title><content type='html'>today's called the &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;blowblow-fufu&lt;/span&gt; day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it started with Haikal &amp; Joshua telling disgusting stories to each other. ohkay. i think you get the idea alrdyyyy (: Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few teacher's gave back test papers for Common Test. &amp; &amp;amp; &amp; &amp;amp; ! i was surprised by my Chemistry laaaa. it was a hell lott of improvement from my everyday studies in classs. i think 3E5 would agree that most of them fall asleep during her lesson. but oh well, its a simple Chapter after all. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Nur Faizah ____, would try my best to fulfill my promise to a special someone to study hard &amp; make him proud (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i'll TRY my best :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had physical netball training after school. plans to run to Yishun Sec was cancelled due to the drizzle. so we ended up running up and down junior block for 7 times. it was tiring mostly cause we were going up and down the stairs for 279426975684 times. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; lasted for an hour. which then after, i went over to LiSoon to meet up with the Nightscapades. (: (: (: it was alrdy 5 by then. after some homework &amp; lots of laughing at Illyas, me &amp; Aisyah headed back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just solved a friendship just now (: hehhh. i hope things'll turn out better this time. but i know it wont be the same again. hehh. i'll let nature take its course. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll follow you not cause i have to, but because i want to. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- First Daughter. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a great movie uhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i want to watch The Lakehouse again with youuuuuuuuu ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-1769162979341310321?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/1769162979341310321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=1769162979341310321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/1769162979341310321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/1769162979341310321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2007/02/blow-blow-fu-fu-day-d.html' title='the-blow-blow-fu-fu day. :D'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-6531993065479488508</id><published>2007-02-20T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T12:14:03.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOWN; starbucks &amp; sakura ! &lt;3</title><content type='html'>today was &lt;strong&gt;deliciously fun &lt;/strong&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i spent a wholeeeee lot of money &lt;em&gt;just &lt;/em&gt;on food. hahaha. but it was damn worth it laaaa! so, no regrets at all! in fact, i feel like spending more more more more! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/ReQSIAx4YlI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HAnnMPyJ1ag/s1600-h/DSC01880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036170212164526674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/ReQSIAx4YlI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HAnnMPyJ1ag/s320/DSC01880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;met up with Shahida, Moran Azhar &amp; Azli dearest @ Khatib Mrt and we slowly head to Somerset. first stop : &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;STARBUCKS&lt;/span&gt; a.k.a Danny's current workplace :) &amp;amp; he was working toooo. so we spent like 2 hours there just chilling and the boys playing soccer in the laptop while waiting for Danny to finish work. LOLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's the yummy part :D i shared a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grande &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Java Chip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with Azli for 7bucks. gahh! i can buy 2 meals with that. but it was damn worth it laaaa mannn. &lt;strong&gt;it was close to heaven&lt;/strong&gt;. ahhhhh~ *melts* :) :) :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/ReQSIgx4YmI/AAAAAAAAAFA/acBdgvg-wIE/s1600-h/DSC01883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036170220754461282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/ReQSIgx4YmI/AAAAAAAAAFA/acBdgvg-wIE/s320/DSC01883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was soooooo happy with it that i started taking pictures &lt;strong&gt;with&lt;/strong&gt; it as if it was a diamond or smth. loll. it was heavenly goood, i swear! im still drooling just thinking about it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/ReQiswx4Y5I/AAAAAAAAAIU/2DacvmZEXoY/s1600-h/DSC01888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036188435710763922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/ReQiswx4Y5I/AAAAAAAAAIU/2DacvmZEXoY/s320/DSC01888.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/ReQSJAx4YoI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Y167zS9tp2c/s1600-h/DSC01890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036170229344395906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/ReQSJAx4YoI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Y167zS9tp2c/s320/DSC01890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/ReQThAx4YqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/bbDREIZcVes/s1600-h/DSC01894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036171741172884130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/ReQThAx4YqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/bbDREIZcVes/s320/DSC01894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;he was loving it too ;) ;) ;)&lt;br /&gt;teeheehee :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan ended work. we walked around Orchard Road for a while. we were lucky enough to spot 2 sportscars called _______ [Azhar, fill it in. lol.] zooming off. hahaha. the boys were going Ga-ga over it Boys Will Be Boys huhhh (: stopped by Takashimaya &amp; looked at FOX shirts. damn they're my newestestest favourite shop laaa. im SO eyeing for this buttoned white blouse. ;) which cost like 39bucks &amp; so is Azli eyeing for his white smart shirt which he, till now, have yet to get hold of 'em ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;patience fie. patience dear.&lt;/strong&gt; (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;next stop : &lt;strong&gt;SAKURA&lt;/strong&gt; @ &lt;strong&gt;Far East Plaza. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/ReQThQx4YrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/WbVQCwEfgCs/s1600-h/DSC01898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036171745467851442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/ReQThQx4YrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/WbVQCwEfgCs/s320/DSC01898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/ReQThwx4YuI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aiAIvOiBBF8/s1600-h/DSC01901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036171754057786082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/ReQThwx4YuI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aiAIvOiBBF8/s320/DSC01901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/ReQX4gx4YvI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Rbs1jRgQmR8/s1600-h/DSC01902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036176542946321138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/ReQX4gx4YvI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Rbs1jRgQmR8/s320/DSC01902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/ReQeXAx4Y4I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Hj0_4tRnXMQ/s1600-h/DSC01914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036183664002098050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/ReQeXAx4Y4I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Hj0_4tRnXMQ/s320/DSC01914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/ReQX5Ax4YxI/AAAAAAAAAGY/F_1EUowp75E/s1600-h/DSC01912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036176551536255762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/ReQX5Ax4YxI/AAAAAAAAAGY/F_1EUowp75E/s320/DSC01912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/ReQX4wx4YwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/EDnQv5goZOg/s1600-h/DSC01910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036176547241288450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/ReQX4wx4YwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/EDnQv5goZOg/s320/DSC01910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/ReQThgx4YsI/AAAAAAAAAFw/RBadc4ADNiA/s1600-h/DSC01899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036171749762818754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/ReQThgx4YsI/AAAAAAAAAFw/RBadc4ADNiA/s320/DSC01899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/ReQThgx4YtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/A8bmokCUdNc/s1600-h/DSC01900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036171749762818770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/ReQThgx4YtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/A8bmokCUdNc/s320/DSC01900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;unfortunately, the thing that i wanted to eat wasnt available. all the $4 &amp;amp; above food was available. chikopekk kannnnn. haha. i had my Chicken Friend Rice. Moran's Hotplate Noodles was the fav! :D Azwan &amp; Atiqah arrived there when we were about to finish eating. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/ReQX5gx4YzI/AAAAAAAAAGo/H6XVMjo5T_E/s1600-h/DSC01915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036176560126190386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/ReQX5gx4YzI/AAAAAAAAAGo/H6XVMjo5T_E/s320/DSC01915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lepaked at the fareast plaza's rooftop. all of us were just feeling lazy. Azhar was sickly obsessed about a packed of cigarettes he got from Malaysia. LOLL. stop it mann. then etc, etc. laaah. hehe. decided to walk all the way back to Heeran's ADIDAS to check out the bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; yes people. i bought it.&lt;br /&gt;RED RED RED ! :D :D :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/ReQdoQx4Y2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/m_350hJbGhM/s1600-h/DSC01937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036182860843213666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/ReQdoQx4Y2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/m_350hJbGhM/s320/DSC01937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(okaye lighting at home is really bad laaah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faizah's an officially happy girl :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last few shots before we sloly head back home. kay correction: not slowly but &lt;strong&gt;quickly&lt;/strong&gt;! i almost went over my curfew dang it! hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/ReQdnwx4Y0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/xYXTGmkn12M/s1600-h/DSC01919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036182852253279042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/ReQdnwx4Y0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/xYXTGmkn12M/s320/DSC01919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/ReQdoAx4Y1I/AAAAAAAAAH0/0ZjiNtqngxE/s1600-h/DSC01921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036182856548246354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/ReQdoAx4Y1I/AAAAAAAAAH0/0ZjiNtqngxE/s320/DSC01921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all thats left was smiles for the rest of the day =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/ReQdogx4Y3I/AAAAAAAAAIE/w9AHKsKomJc/s1600-h/DSC01932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036182865138180978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/ReQdogx4Y3I/AAAAAAAAAIE/w9AHKsKomJc/s320/DSC01932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;i look in your eyes &amp;amp; i can see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we've loved so dangerously.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-6531993065479488508?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/6531993065479488508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=6531993065479488508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/6531993065479488508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/6531993065479488508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2007/02/town-starbucks-sakura-3.html' title='TOWN; starbucks &amp; sakura ! &lt;3'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/ReQSIAx4YlI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HAnnMPyJ1ag/s72-c/DSC01880.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-3829548220777044700</id><published>2007-02-16T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T12:14:05.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY celebrations. Azhar's place.</title><content type='html'>i wish blogger would stop improving itself.&lt;br /&gt;its not making things easier. but making it more complicated.&lt;br /&gt;uggghh. whatever luh. it just sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay anyway,&lt;br /&gt;today was &lt;strong&gt;Chinese New Year Celebrations &lt;/strong&gt;at school! (:&lt;br /&gt;me and sukashi wore the same thing to school today (: black chinese blouse + jeans &amp; sneakers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/Rdhi3gx4YXI/AAAAAAAAACE/Y7RfmFUN6QY/s1600-h/DSC01807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032881289418006898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/Rdhi3gx4YXI/AAAAAAAAACE/Y7RfmFUN6QY/s320/DSC01807.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she's mine okaye :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first part of school was just plain &lt;strong&gt;play&lt;/strong&gt;. sort of like a free period. we were supposed to decorate the class, chinese caligraphy painting and decorate teacher's table, etc. but i was happily snapping pictures with friends next door! while the rest of them were just chilling, playing the guitar and whatnots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/RdhosQx4YeI/AAAAAAAAAC8/-MtWut-GWLY/s1600-h/DSC01777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032887693214245346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/RdhosQx4YeI/AAAAAAAAAC8/-MtWut-GWLY/s320/DSC01777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/RdhotAx4YiI/AAAAAAAAADc/dBT5GJcKQFQ/s1600-h/DSC01788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032887706099147298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/RdhotAx4YiI/AAAAAAAAADc/dBT5GJcKQFQ/s320/DSC01788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/Rdhosgx4YgI/AAAAAAAAADM/yBfyJgBlYdM/s1600-h/DSC01786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032887697509212674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/Rdhosgx4YgI/AAAAAAAAADM/yBfyJgBlYdM/s320/DSC01786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/RdhosQx4YfI/AAAAAAAAADE/KTPP5spJ7-s/s1600-h/DSC01784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032887693214245362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/RdhosQx4YfI/AAAAAAAAADE/KTPP5spJ7-s/s320/DSC01784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/Rdhoswx4YhI/AAAAAAAAADU/vvaAC77A87s/s1600-h/DSC01787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032887701804179986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/Rdhoswx4YhI/AAAAAAAAADU/vvaAC77A87s/s320/DSC01787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/Rdhi3wx4YYI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ifq6nw0ZVKo/s1600-h/DSC01798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032881293712974210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/Rdhi3wx4YYI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ifq6nw0ZVKo/s320/DSC01798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so she starts to camwhore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;please skip this part if you cant stand it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hhahahahahahaha :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/Rdhl2Ax4YZI/AAAAAAAAACU/GDV07TCE254/s1600-h/DSC01792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032884562183086482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/Rdhl2Ax4YZI/AAAAAAAAACU/GDV07TCE254/s200/DSC01792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/Rdhl2wx4YdI/AAAAAAAAAC0/HmF3CFqxjNo/s1600-h/DSC01790.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/Rdhl2Qx4YbI/AAAAAAAAACk/GCrge5yaCGA/s1600-h/DSC00374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032884566478053810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/Rdhl2Qx4YbI/AAAAAAAAACk/GCrge5yaCGA/s200/DSC00374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/Rdhl2Qx4YaI/AAAAAAAAACc/YFmQLz31ghE/s1600-h/DSC01778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032884566478053794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/Rdhl2Qx4YaI/AAAAAAAAACc/YFmQLz31ghE/s200/DSC01778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/Rdhl2gx4YcI/AAAAAAAAACs/zH9x75EG4jw/s1600-h/DSC00371.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/Rdhwogx4YjI/AAAAAAAAAEg/6SMPaasF1NE/s1600-h/Image(04).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032896424882758194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/Rdhwogx4YjI/AAAAAAAAAEg/6SMPaasF1NE/s200/Image(04).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/Rdhwowx4YkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/bEhdvWrODfQ/s1600-h/Image(06).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032896429177725506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/Rdhwowx4YkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/bEhdvWrODfQ/s200/Image(06).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then it was the cny concert. i know they've been practising this for more than a week everyday after school, but it was not any good. hehh. i didnt know choir consist of just ... 10girls? and its crappy that we cant even hear their nice voices. we only hear the recording.&lt;br /&gt;oh well. the caligraphy part was nice ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that was &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; CNY for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/Rdhi2Ax4YUI/AAAAAAAAABs/QZNzkCFzz9k/s1600-h/!HAHA019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032881263648203074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/Rdhi2Ax4YUI/AAAAAAAAABs/QZNzkCFzz9k/s320/!HAHA019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SAY CHEEEESSSEEEE! =) =) =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;left school &amp; headed to Azhar's place with Moran, Azli, Azwan &amp;amp; Shahida. we just chilled. the boys played games while i caught some shut eye. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thank you dear for your lap (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;when i woke up, Shahida left already. and soon after, Dina came. me &amp; Azli cooked maggie for them. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;met Iman at Cwp's Banquet. then lepaked outside Cwp. was fun somehow, with the cold rain. :D bumped into Hakim0 &amp;amp; friends. and we all went to MacDonalds. Iman treated me to ice-cream cone. teeheehee =D &lt;em&gt;thanks iman! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i sooooo love the lighting at Macs mann! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/Rdhi2wx4YVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SaHoDVzyyVg/s1600-h/DSC01813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032881276533104978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/Rdhi2wx4YVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SaHoDVzyyVg/s320/DSC01813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/Rdhi3Ax4YWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/9s7zzbu_H1s/s1600-h/DSC01812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032881280828072290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/Rdhi3Ax4YWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/9s7zzbu_H1s/s320/DSC01812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love every part of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp; i love you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-3829548220777044700?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/3829548220777044700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=3829548220777044700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/3829548220777044700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/3829548220777044700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2007/02/cny-celebrations-azhars-place.html' title='CNY celebrations. Azhar&apos;s place.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YF4nyA_dpYE/Rdhi3gx4YXI/AAAAAAAAACE/Y7RfmFUN6QY/s72-c/DSC01807.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-117103705352361828</id><published>2007-02-09T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T00:04:13.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jamm. azli sick :( pond view.</title><content type='html'>Okay things got better now (:&lt;br /&gt;i told you we'll pull through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;today is filled with smiles (: i was somehow, very calm and happy. Haikal showed me a super funny video first thing he got to class. -&lt;u&gt;berbual sorang&lt;/u&gt;. i had to attend a short meeting after assembly. and was kind of late for Malay test. so i rusheddddddd. and forgot my excersise book. and Cikgu marked my name.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/1600/781453/DSC01538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/320/885330/DSC01538.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess-ed. and i watched the video again. somehow this time, it was &lt;strong&gt;funnier. &lt;/strong&gt;oh wellll. i guess im just happy :) weekly assembly as usual. there was this Chinese Opera thingy and i was laughing my ass off. but dozed off in the end. i guess its too long-winded. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanged with the guys at the podium for a while and watch Haiqal making a fool out of himself. haha. he can be a successful stand-up comedian sia. well, headed for Social Meeting after that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super funnnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Social rocks okayeee! &lt;/em&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met Azli. poor him he's sickkkkkk ): followed him jamm with ASF after that. to my suprise, &lt;strong&gt;Empty Denial &lt;/strong&gt;was there toooo! i was so excited lah. :D their original, FTTR was reallyy goooooood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU GUYS ROCKS MY SOCKS! woooooo. \m&lt;br /&gt;ASF was tight. :D and soon after that was DTA. really nice songggs they pulled off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHH. i just cant wait for tomorrow can!&lt;br /&gt;so packed packed packed! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goooooood luck for everyone tomorrow! LOVES :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/1600/128031/DSC01573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/320/599826/DSC01573.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and azli headed to the pond at Khatib afterwards. there is such a nice place to chill. its quite romantic at night too :D everyone was there - the nightscapades crew. hehe. Aisyah too! the 'scenery' was damn nice at night. we caught late sunset too! hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, home sweet home then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovelove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;get well soon dearest :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-117103705352361828?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/117103705352361828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=117103705352361828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/117103705352361828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/117103705352361828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2007/02/jamm-azli-sick-pond-view.html' title='jamm. azli sick :( pond view.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-117085984189251189</id><published>2007-02-07T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T22:50:41.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>down down down.</title><content type='html'>im having pretty rocky days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything or nothing can make me smile. it's really difficult. even friends noticed my change. they claimed i looked &lt;em&gt;more stressed&lt;/em&gt;. maybe i am. maybe i really am &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; stressed up. im suddenly feeling lonely all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pray that these days will be over soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;azli,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;please be strong for me. i know there's pretty much nothing i can do to help you but im giving you my whole heart. i'll be there for you. i'll give you strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there is more to this i know. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&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/9317847-117085984189251189?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/117085984189251189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=117085984189251189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/117085984189251189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/117085984189251189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2007/02/down-down-down.html' title='down down down.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-117060447953777013</id><published>2007-02-04T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T23:54:39.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>surveying (:</title><content type='html'>type what comes to your mind firstwhenever you hear these 40 words.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think &amp; change.&lt;br /&gt;JUST TYPE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Cigarettes:* &lt;/strong&gt;roll your own tobacco (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Sex:* &lt;/strong&gt;porn! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Relationships:* &lt;/strong&gt;moransi's ''advices''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Your Last Ex:* &lt;/strong&gt;always azli :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Power Rangers:* &lt;/strong&gt;go go emo rangerssss. hahaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Crack:* &lt;/strong&gt;glasssses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Food:* &lt;/strong&gt;honey stars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. The Prime Minister:* &lt;/strong&gt;who ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. War:* &lt;/strong&gt;WWI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Cars:* &lt;/strong&gt;whiteeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Petrol Prices:* &lt;/strong&gt;motobike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Halloween:* &lt;/strong&gt;pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Religion:* &lt;/strong&gt;faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. MySpace:* &lt;/strong&gt;cooool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Worst Fear:* &lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Marriage:* &lt;/strong&gt;with my true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Paris Hilton:* &lt;/strong&gt;fake boooobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Brunettes:* &lt;/strong&gt;opposite of blondes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Redhead:* &lt;/strong&gt;archieee !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Politics:* &lt;/strong&gt;wthh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Pass the Time:* &lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Ur crush:* &lt;/strong&gt;mark zeeee hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Mobile Phones:* &lt;/strong&gt;my z610i is lovee (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Pet Peeves * &lt;/strong&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Pixie Stix:* &lt;/strong&gt;wth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. Vanilla Ice Cream:* &lt;/strong&gt;with root beer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28 Potties:* &lt;/strong&gt;polka dots. [hahahaa wth]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. High School:* &lt;/strong&gt;musical! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Pyjamas:* &lt;/strong&gt;bananas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. Wood:* &lt;/strong&gt;woodpecker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. Wet Socks:* &lt;/strong&gt;stinky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. Alcohol:*&lt;/strong&gt;  SINGHA. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. The word HATE:* &lt;/strong&gt;hate is a strong word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. Your best friends:* &lt;/strong&gt;my toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. Money:* &lt;/strong&gt;shoppingggggggg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. Heartache:* &lt;/strong&gt;tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. Love:* &lt;/strong&gt;azli (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. Time:&lt;/strong&gt; heals everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40. Divorce:* &lt;/strong&gt;stuupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time flies ever-so-slowly today. i looked at my watch every minute. but it seemed like it havent moved one bit. waiting for 5 minutes seems like forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i met azli at Khatib today (: he brought eclairs to share.&lt;br /&gt;we slowly head to Northpoint to find his materials at Popular. met Azhar after that. we 3 walked around for a while. &lt;em&gt;thanks azhar.&lt;/em&gt; for cheering us both (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boys went over to Azhar's place to watch soccer.&lt;br /&gt;while i was drilling myself to the seat watching &lt;u&gt;Thailand Vs Singapore&lt;/u&gt; on Channel 5, munching on &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Honey Stars&lt;/span&gt; :D hahahaa. i was soooo relieved after Amri scored the goal. i could feel his overwhealming response. good job to Singapore! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Champions once again.&lt;br /&gt;you guys have done us proud (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 11plus now and azli is bugging me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck for tml's last northzone match!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight everyone ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll learn.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love you lee. &lt;3&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&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/9317847-117060447953777013?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/117060447953777013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=117060447953777013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/117060447953777013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/117060447953777013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2007/02/surveying_04.html' title='surveying (:'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-117057254650211096</id><published>2007-02-04T02:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T15:02:26.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i need to pull myself together.&lt;br /&gt;this is tearing me apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to do something about this.&lt;br /&gt;i have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this feeling just wont go away.&lt;br /&gt;i hate hate hate hate hate this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;its like you're caught in a nightmare you cant ever wake up from.&lt;br /&gt;its sucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its sucky just to know you have to do smth,&lt;br /&gt;but you just dont know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're hanging.&lt;br /&gt;waiting for something to fill you up.&lt;br /&gt;waiting for something to answer you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;god, please give me the strength to live on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/1600/848684/DSC00352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/200/191391/DSC00352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-117057254650211096?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/117057254650211096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=117057254650211096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/117057254650211096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/117057254650211096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-need-to-pull-myself-together.html' title=''/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-117051729073382728</id><published>2007-02-03T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T23:41:30.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>after a LOONNG time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/1600/784295/DSC01489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/320/401495/DSC01489.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's been a looong time since i updated.&lt;br /&gt;hahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;sorry to all who've been waiting. its worth waiting know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this skin's picked by Aisyah. and i got some help from Diana and Shamim after the codes failed me. Thank You babes! and to Shid too, after attempting to figure out the codes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;much appreciated (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i say i want to recap on what HAD happened, there'll be tons of things to say.&lt;br /&gt;so i'll just blog on a daily basis :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wont be promising that i'll be blogging everyday. but i try alright (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sick. down with a bad flu, cough and a sore throat. my appetite's been decreasing too. nothing in your mouth taste the same again ): get well soon faizah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 2pm after some very weird dreams. i could remember one dream of me being a very good netballer. my opponents became very intimidated to talk to me cause apparently, im too good for them. hahahaha! tell me about it. another was me walking alone in this shopping center which sells almost everything i want. (which doesnt exist in singapore at all.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaylah, i admit my dreams will never come true one (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to Adam Road for lunch with my parents. trust me, that place's a bore. unless you like 6 shops selling almost the same things. haha. i head home with my favourite TEH CINO (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later at the evening, my parents, my sis and her bf headed to Northpoint (of all places) to buy the bf's laptop. its Compaq. waaah, i was literally drooling looking at it. cause its so, compact! HAHA. its like luster black and can fit into my tote bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was bugging my mom for a laptop after sec 4, and her reply was,&lt;br /&gt;"see lah how ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhh~ i hope thats a good sign (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was also &lt;em&gt;jokingly &lt;/em&gt;bugging her for this new adidas watch, and she said,&lt;br /&gt;''maybe when your dad gets his bonus can buy ahhh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAAAH, i didnt know she's so generous!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i LOVE my mommy&lt;/strong&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we all dine at Sakura. it was my first time there at Np Sakura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt that bad lah. i had Beef Wanton Noodles. not as good as one at Far East PLaza tho. hehe. i had Tom Yam soup too. its #%&amp;! hot laaaaaa ): okay i had a full stomach after that :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; here i am!&lt;br /&gt;HAVE A GREAT DAY BEINGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;call me quick love! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;screaming aloud wont help&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but it makes you feel better.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-117051729073382728?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/117051729073382728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=117051729073382728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/117051729073382728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/117051729073382728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2007/02/after-loonng-time.html' title='after a LOONNG time.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-116663586955058809</id><published>2006-12-19T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T01:31:09.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy 19th months.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;happy &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;19th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; month dearest azli. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imma super duper happy girl today.&lt;br /&gt;i woke up with a smile on my face. hehe. (: although yesterday night i went through some shitnitz, i was back smiling. my worries are gone now. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at noon. it was raining &lt;strong&gt;heavily&lt;/strong&gt;. i bet everyone knows, and was affected by it. i told azli, ''i think 50% of singapore are staying indoors now." but not ME! i happily went out. my shoes and socks and jeans were wet. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rain was SO heavy that i couldnt see what's opposite of me.&lt;br /&gt;oh well. i met Azli, Azhar, Danny &amp; Keke at Khatib MRT. but Azhar left for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/1600/633249/DSC00378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/200/784481/DSC00378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/1600/387895/DSC00377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/200/511136/DSC00377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/1600/633249/DSC00378.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/1600/866971/DSC00380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/200/179328/DSC00380.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/1600/692591/DSC00396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/200/414590/DSC00396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of us met up with Shah and went to &lt;u&gt;Gashaus&lt;/u&gt;. still raininggg... some of the guys were late. and the whole pathway outside Topman was packed with emokids. enough said. we ALL went to Gashaus. SNZ came too! hehe. that prettaye neighbour of mine. Azwan was there also. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/1600/604414/fba%20124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/320/809043/fba%20124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6bucks gig. it was kind of okayyeee lah. but it was dead. &lt;strong&gt;FBA &lt;/strong&gt;was the second band. no crowd yet. like i said, it was dead. but me syahmi and the rest of them were standing in front. i was busy snapping pixxies. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, they did great. =D&lt;br /&gt;still, Azli was extra sweet today. he left the gig for a while and accompanied me eat at Banquet with Azwan &amp; Zila. hehe. &lt;em&gt;thank you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to leave already by 9pm. cos ive got a curfew to follow. i left with zila and azwan uh. said my goodbyes to lee. =( he stayed on and said he was the first one to bodysurf at Gashaus tonight. hahaha. happy boy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/1600/450061/fba%20123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/320/468966/fba%20123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 months had past. i still remembered when i first saw you. things were rocky. and i was just endlessly hoping for you to be there. somehow, miracles happened. i felt as if i was the happiest girl alive when im with you. but we had to go through a lot together. there were so much sacrifices made. i was handling so much for a 13yr old. but i didnt give up. cause i know there's something so special in you that i cant avoid. we parted. but cared for one another like no one else would. i find our relationship special. we would smile, laugh, cry to each other. i learnt something new about you every day. i know i love you.  i've cried. i've been called a thousand different names. i've broke friendships. i've been looked down upon. i've been hated and discriminated. i've failed. but you were always there. you were the one who told me to pick myself up. you were the one who told me to stand up for myself. heh. you taught me life lessons no one else could. and for that, i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went through alot. from breakups. arguements. conflicts. friends. family. the 3rd party. heh. but we kept each other alive with our undying love. so now we've come out from the storm stronger than ever. our love's as strong as the surges of the sea. we have come this far. lets not throw it away. we have learnt so much about each other the past months. but my heart yearns for more every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart only belongs to you.&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/1600/163935/DSC00400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/320/657287/DSC00400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-116663586955058809?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/116663586955058809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=116663586955058809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/116663586955058809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/116663586955058809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-19th-months.html' title='happy 19th months.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-116635076635644052</id><published>2006-12-17T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T18:19:26.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;somebody tell me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;everythings gonna be alright.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-116635076635644052?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/116635076635644052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=116635076635644052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/116635076635644052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/116635076635644052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-scared.html' title=''/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-116463679963096127</id><published>2006-11-27T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T11:47:24.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>punkrock fest. \m/ bestestestest!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PUNK ROCK FEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been waiting more than a month for a decent gig. &amp; today was BLAST. it was purrrrfect. i love it. MANY MANY. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was 12noon. i was waiting for Azli at &lt;u&gt;Khatib MRT&lt;/u&gt;. met him at Control Station while he waited for Luqman &amp;amp; Azwan to pass him the bucks. it was me, Azli, Dan, Abas, Illyas, Mimi &amp; Sha who took the train from Khatib. and &lt;strong&gt;Dear Fiction&lt;/strong&gt; (a band who's performing too)&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;was inside the train too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked to Gashaus from Bugis and just chilled for a while. Syahmi came soon after. she brought a cool skateboard along. we accompanied her to get her lunch at 7eleven. hehe. Roy came soon after and Lee settled the ticket money. (: he was holding &lt;strong&gt;160bucks&lt;/strong&gt; man. woooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/1600/691832/Punkrock%20Fest%2026nov%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/320/352086/Punkrock%20Fest%2026nov%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rockstars eat strepsils before a gig. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, Azli, Dan &amp;amp; Syahmi went for lunch at &lt;u&gt;LongJohnSilvers&lt;/u&gt;. then Mimi and his two&lt;em&gt; built-bodied&lt;/em&gt; friends came. after lunch, part and part of &lt;strong&gt;ASF&lt;/strong&gt; came. everyone had to clear Gashaus and the organisers got the place ready for the gig. slacked outside with a whole lot bunch of people. Shid, Arseikin, Hadi, Harith, Iman, Azwan, Khidhir, Rahman, Azhari &amp; Syidah (i think) were the people who just came. &lt;strong&gt;socialised. :) &lt;/strong&gt;then the gig started. we just slacked on top on the couches. first band was kind of boring. and it goes on and on ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more people came. like Luqman, Mamad, Aliff, Liyana, Carmel, Azila, Dina(her friend) &amp;amp; Khairi. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/1600/195188/Punkrock%20Fest%2026nov%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/320/864648/Punkrock%20Fest%2026nov%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/1600/708821/Punkrock%20Fest%2026nov%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/320/341412/Punkrock%20Fest%2026nov%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ris's the man! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/1600/897914/Punkrock%20Fest%2026nov%20031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/320/676414/Punkrock%20Fest%2026nov%20031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats Mahfuz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think ____________ suck.&lt;br /&gt;[3-piece band who played &lt;em&gt;In My Eyes.&lt;/em&gt; with the vocalist/guitarist striping his Ghostbuster shirt &amp; telling us that his body is not fat. =_=" not fat but &lt;strong&gt;fugly.&lt;/strong&gt; FOR WHAT? EWWW! (: ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/1600/889965/Punkrock%20Fest%2026nov%20032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/320/754722/Punkrock%20Fest%2026nov%20032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syidah &amp;amp; Rahman. (they happily took their own pictures when i asked them to hold the cam for me. gooood huh. hehe. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/1600/24665/Punkrock%20Fest%2026nov%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/320/431954/Punkrock%20Fest%2026nov%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this's Khidhir. haha. funny guyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/1600/518295/Punkrock%20Fest%2026nov%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/320/975002/Punkrock%20Fest%2026nov%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiddy, me &amp; Arseikin! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/1600/84219/Punkrock%20Fest%2026nov%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/320/147156/Punkrock%20Fest%2026nov%20025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i think the band who played &lt;em&gt;Seven Years&lt;/em&gt; was &lt;strong&gt;hot&lt;/strong&gt;. their vocalist was super good. high-pitched voice that can pull &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;very high notes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(: i think that band's called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Page 86&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;*thumbs up!* i wanna see them play againnnnn! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me introduce you .... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;FUELED BY AGONY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/1600/115321/Punkrock%20Fest%2026nov%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/320/165361/Punkrock%20Fest%2026nov%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny on bass. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/1600/176740/Punkrock%20Fest%2026nov%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/320/970799/Punkrock%20Fest%2026nov%20016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/1600/600498/Punkrock%20Fest%2026nov%20028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/320/267029/Punkrock%20Fest%2026nov%20028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimi on guitars. &amp; thats Sha on Vocals. [he screams gooooood!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/1600/688467/Punkrock%20Fest%2026nov%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/320/954800/Punkrock%20Fest%2026nov%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azli on second vocals. [ he harmonises well. ;) ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/1600/355202/Punkrock%20Fest%2026nov%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/320/576859/Punkrock%20Fest%2026nov%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimi again. &amp; me! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/1600/661224/Punkrock%20Fest%2026nov%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/320/545865/Punkrock%20Fest%2026nov%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats Abas onn guitars. [he has prettye curly hair! &amp;amp; he's efficient(: ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the drummer's missing cause he came late. =x &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fueled By Agony&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;played at 6.30pm. the crowd was fkjbcslpnhfsfbhg. &lt;em&gt;i swear! &lt;/em&gt;it was massive. it was super duper HOT! sound check jer, everybody just cant wait to mosh. i was happily standing at the middle front. =D so i asked Rahman to stand behind me. at least when they all start to mosh, if i fall, he can ''save'' me lah. but 5 minutes later, &lt;strong&gt;i was gone&lt;/strong&gt;. i was moshing. i fell. &amp; i moved to the side. HAHAHA! funny. but it was damn fun i tell ya. so HYPED UP! so climaxed. i wanted to get back in (the moshpit), but i had a little problem. fking embarassing. cannot say here. C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could mosh. but &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; would rather me stand on stage. hehe. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, they were like the &lt;strong&gt;hotest band&lt;/strong&gt; who perfomed tonight. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;\m/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/1600/941022/P1040027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/320/36948/P1040027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/1600/371218/P1040029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/320/798431/P1040029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/1600/947474/P1040028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1473/674/320/907671/P1040028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you get the idea. SUPER HOTTT performance. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;A Staircase Farewell&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; played next. Azli was already out of breath from all the screaming and singing. but he still played on and played his best. Harith looked hot in his stripped shirt. we all were guessing he'd wear something &lt;u&gt;Topman&lt;/u&gt;-ish. he did. =_=" Hadi &amp;amp; his pink shirt with a new bass. WOOOO! nice bass. and Iman looked like he's going to the beach with slippers. hahaha. but it doesnt matter what they wear. cause they ROCKED! =) the crowd all went away cause they were all tired from moshing during FBA's performance. but ASF did well. their &lt;em&gt;Surrender &lt;/em&gt;was damn &lt;u&gt;solid&lt;/u&gt; &amp; &lt;u&gt;mampat&lt;/u&gt;. I LOIKE.. =) &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;good job guys!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was damn tired after that. took my free drink and just sat. Rahman &amp;amp; friends left for dinner. Shid, Arsey &amp; Khairi left too. so the rest of us kind of slacked around. the crowd was gone for the bands after that. no more moshpit. boringg~ well then said our goodbyes. Me &amp;amp; Azli left. met up with Iman, Hadi, Harith, Luqman, Aliff &amp; Mamad. we went for dinner at &lt;u&gt;ZamZam&lt;/u&gt;. (: me &amp;amp; Azli shared a &lt;strong&gt;chicken murtabak&lt;/strong&gt;. (what else?) hehe. \ left there exactly at&lt;strong&gt; 10pm&lt;/strong&gt;. headed to &lt;u&gt;Bugis MRT station&lt;/u&gt;. i was kind of worried i might get home late for curfew of &lt;strong&gt;11pm. &lt;/strong&gt;my mom would scream man. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azli accompanied me home (: (: (: (: he assured me that we wont be late. reached Admiralty at 10.45. was lazy to take a bus home. so we slowly walked home. hehe. i like walking back home with him. it always felt so safe. even with the banglahs and mat reps around, i know i'll be safe. &lt;em&gt;thank you. you really made my day today. ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;through all these rainy days, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my heart, my mind, my soul searches for only one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and thats you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-116463679963096127?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/116463679963096127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=116463679963096127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/116463679963096127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/116463679963096127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/11/punkrock-fest-m-bestestestest.html' title='punkrock fest. \m/ bestestestest!'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-116421687719975860</id><published>2006-11-18T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T20:44:44.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>netball carnival &amp; illya's open hse. Z610i is love!</title><content type='html'>the past week ive been busy with school. netball matches and OLE mock camp in school. you saw my scheldule. and that was how it went :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;camp was a blast&lt;/strong&gt;. i love it. minus all the non-organised stuffs, everything went alright. although tired and exhausted and shagged, i enjoyed it. cause i was with them! thanks, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cleo Tole &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:D i love you guys can? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updates on that go to &lt;u&gt;Shamim's blog&lt;/u&gt; @ &lt;a href="http://sunkenstranger.tk"&gt;http://sunkenstranger.tk&lt;/a&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thanks mim! you're a good source. tak payah susah2 update eh. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to talk about Saturday! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;18 november 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 6.10am. supposed to be in school by 6.45am. waaaaaaaah, panic! at the disco sey. i quickly bathed and packed my bag, dumping everything inside. LUCKY my dad awake, he send me to school via car. we took the school bus at &lt;strong&gt;7am&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; head to KNC ( kallang netball centre).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were already quite a few schools there. [i think they woke up at &lt;strong&gt;5am&lt;/strong&gt;! HAHA] anw, we warmed up, kaypoh kaypoh look at other school's netball tee. say this one action lah.. this one not good lahh ... you know.. &lt;em&gt;GIRLS gossiping~&lt;/em&gt; HAH! but we should have worn our last time's netball jersey. &lt;strong&gt;black is fierce baby! &lt;/strong&gt;okay dah bedek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i tell you that the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;SUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;was scorching &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fuck!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i can cook &lt;u&gt;cheese hotdogs&lt;/u&gt; there!&lt;br /&gt;[okay im hungry. hahahahahaha.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, we played &amp;amp; i dare not say we did our very best, but i think we did fine. OH. after one game, i saw 2 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"gays"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  come and approached us. GUESS WHO?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Harrith &amp; Eugene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=___="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both dressed in same shade of brown striped shirt. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ah okay. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but thanks! for coming down and supporting us. appreciated (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i tell you about &lt;u&gt;Marsiling Sec&lt;/u&gt; netball girls + their &lt;u&gt;Coach&lt;/u&gt;? waaaaaaaah, whack! no comments man. im afraid if i tell it here, i'd get sued or smth. HAH. oh well. we're already filing a complaint to the Netball something something. hahhahahaha. serves them right. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PEACE! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only played one or two games. and i kind of sucked. cause i didnt manage to intecept any balls at all. haa. &lt;strong&gt;sad. &lt;/strong&gt;&amp; so after the last game, me and Filzah went off quickly cause we're meeting the rest to go to &lt;u&gt;Illya's Open House&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT, AGAIN?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we saw ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HADY MIRZA &amp; JONATHAN! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*melts, screams, drools &amp;amp; faints*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jonathan &lt;/strong&gt;looked more handsome in real live. even Filzah agrees. whee. kay, she was happy for the rest of the day. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illya had great food at home. i ate late, cause i waited for the rest to come. hehe. overall, Cleo Tole just chilled at her house watching MTV. there was a lot of Tata Young videos on. &amp; Syafa'at was ..... drooling?! haha. =D okay i love them all. &lt;em&gt;MWAH~!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got an announcement to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sony Ericsson Z610i  [luster black]&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. is in my possesion. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faizah's a happy girl now. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-116421687719975860?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/116421687719975860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=116421687719975860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/116421687719975860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/116421687719975860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/11/netball-carnival-illyas-open-hse-z610i.html' title='netball carnival &amp; illya&apos;s open hse. Z610i is love!'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-116334536728375621</id><published>2006-11-12T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:29:33.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick.</title><content type='html'>i feel&lt;em&gt; sicker &lt;/em&gt; than yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;URGH,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i hate this feeling&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my throat is VERY sore.&lt;br /&gt;i cough every 5 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;my body feels weak all over.&lt;br /&gt;i have 2 ulcer attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp; i have difficulty breathing, sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tell me everything will be alright.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up very late. so late, that Mr. Doctors went home since its a Sunday (: so i just rotted at home with sis. parents were out watching some performance. i got restless. &amp; sadly, there wasn't any food at home. meal of the day : &lt;u&gt;cheese sausages &amp;amp; tea&lt;/u&gt; all the way until 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy called at 6, changed &amp; went off to Causeway Point. was planning to get my new handphone there. but my dad's hp plan won't be over until 16november(thursday). so i guess im getting it next week. well,  its okay. i can wait, i think? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had &lt;strong&gt;chicken cutlet noodles&lt;/strong&gt; at Banquet! yay~ :D&lt;br /&gt;finally, something decent to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 2nd sister just came back, with a new phone. shitttt her! hahaha. its &lt;strong&gt;N73 &lt;/strong&gt;god dammit. AHHHH~ i so wanted that phone, but i guess it's not for me. im too 14 for it. hehe. so i'll settle for my &lt;em&gt;sleek, chrome, beautiful&lt;/em&gt;  Z610i. whoever wants that phone now can _______. [fill in the blanks with smth ''nice''.] ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to sleep early tonight. i have a looooooooooooooong week ahead. so i dont think i'll be updating that often now. on a hiatus babes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;tml morning will be a&lt;u&gt; match&lt;/u&gt; at Kallang Netball Centre&lt;u&gt;K&lt;/u&gt;. then i have a &lt;u&gt;Class BBQ&lt;/u&gt; with my dearest 2e3 crazy beings ! (: &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tuesday, i'll have netball training. and then continued by an &lt;u&gt;OLE meeting&lt;/u&gt; until 6pm.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wed-friday, i'll be away for a &lt;u&gt;camp&lt;/u&gt;, preparing for sec 1 camp. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;saturday, i'll have a &lt;u&gt;netball carnival&lt;/u&gt; thingy until 6 at Kallang again. plus! &lt;u&gt;illya's open house&lt;/u&gt;. (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, then, sooooon after, i hope i'll get me phoneyyy! (:&lt;br /&gt;okay best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my days are sooo totally &lt;strong&gt;packed&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i'll go out with you lovely people when im free-er alright? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVES! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i will miss you. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i never knew just what a smile was worth,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but youe eyes say everything without a single word.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-116334536728375621?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/116334536728375621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=116334536728375621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/116334536728375621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/116334536728375621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/11/sick.html' title='sick.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-116333856825686039</id><published>2006-11-11T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T21:36:13.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>''job-hunting'', esplanade, supposed to be. 11!</title><content type='html'>i feel sick.&lt;br /&gt;uaaaarrrghhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it's the 11th of november. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met Renee at Yishun MRT @ 1pm. we took the train &amp; alighted at &lt;u&gt;Doubhy Ghout&lt;/u&gt; (shit  i can nvr spell it right). we were talking SOOOO much the entire time (: walked around for a while but when we wanted to cross and walk to &lt;u&gt;Park Mall Shopping Centre&lt;/u&gt;, it started raining very heavily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lesson learnt: always bring an umbrella with you :D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we both thought that it'll be so &lt;em&gt;un-glamorous&lt;/em&gt;  to run across, drenched. so we waited and walked around, and trying to figure out an underpass going to &lt;u&gt;Plaza Singapura&lt;/u&gt;. and finally found it! window shopped around PS and had our lunch there too. Long John Silver's still the best! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was 3pm by then. &amp; the rain was lighter. so we walked to ParkMall Shopping Centre for the "so-called interview". Renee went in first. i waited for a bloooody 1 hour plus plus plus. then i told them to arrange mine to another day. sucha waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLEARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its okayyyy. im glad i didnt went in. Renee said it was full of naggings! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well ..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took 700A to &lt;u&gt;Suntec&lt;/u&gt;. walked slowly to &lt;u&gt;Marina Square&lt;/u&gt;. we window shopped there too, while waiting for Azli &amp; gang. looked around. for phones! :D i think we're getting the same phone soon. im sooo head over heels over it~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*droools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check it out;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sony Ericsson Z610i. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(((((((((((((((((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, then we met Azli, Danial, Mimi &amp; Ain at City Hall Mrt Station. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;OH, i saw his cuteness too. oh welll.... whatever~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but i was really happy seeing them again (: they all were from Bugis. ASF just finished jamming at Gashaus. damn, i miss ASF :(  we must meet soon kay? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more came soon after, we slowly walked to Esplanade. but it wasnt my day. cause we couldnt sit and chill comfortably cause the floor was wet. &lt;em&gt;thanks eh rain.&lt;/em&gt;  heh. the rest, like Liyana Starbucks, Aliff, Fitri, Sha, &amp; etc etc. took pictures. ate &lt;strong&gt;mrs field brownies&lt;/strong&gt; too! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around 8pm, me and Renee left. i had a curfew to follow. heee :D&lt;br /&gt;i still want to lepat at Esplanade again soon!&lt;br /&gt;kaykaykaykay? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met Zhenlun on the way home. &amp; he passed me some things. well, errrr. thanks! but not today lah kay? heh. thank you for the thought (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sohohohoho, i bought Ramly Burger back! wheeeee. lovelove! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i guess you didnt know how much you mattered to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and it kills me inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i wish it was me you say it to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i care for you, a whole lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-116333856825686039?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/116333856825686039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=116333856825686039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/116333856825686039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/116333856825686039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/11/job-hunting-esplanade-supposed-to-be.html' title='&apos;&apos;job-hunting&apos;&apos;, esplanade, supposed to be. 11!'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-116316685674549533</id><published>2006-11-10T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T21:54:16.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>match with BOWEN.</title><content type='html'>thank god, Bowen is over! (:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;so long, &lt;em&gt;Faizah. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reached Yishun Interchange at 9am sharp. hehe. my timing for &lt;strong&gt;858&lt;/strong&gt; buses theses days are &lt;u&gt;pretty good&lt;/u&gt;. *pats self* hehe. the rest came too. Coach came with juniors, after they finished their training. took &lt;strong&gt;854 &lt;/strong&gt;to &lt;u&gt;Bowen Secondary School&lt;/u&gt; - at Serangoon. a 30minutes journey there. bus was packed, lucky i got a seat (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fyi. there was a &lt;strong&gt;Faizah&lt;/strong&gt; there too. she was the prettiest one there. erps. (okay filzah i shut up.) hehe. &lt;em&gt;coincidentally&lt;/em&gt;, she played &lt;strong&gt;GA &lt;/strong&gt;and i was playing &lt;strong&gt;GD. &lt;/strong&gt;soooo we were each other's opponent lah! =D i remembered the last time they came to our school, she was &lt;em&gt;noisy&lt;/em&gt;? HAHAHA. shit. okayy nevermind. but she's quite good lah. i feel good bringing her further away from the pole, tapping the ball, making her miss the pass and etc etc. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd and 3rd quarter i played &lt;strong&gt;GK&lt;/strong&gt;. honestly speaking, they improved quite alot from the previous time we played with them. cause i felt challenged. &amp; dont forget, breathless too. hahaha. i rested for the 4th quarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;final score;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25-15&lt;/strong&gt; to us. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a happy girl, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for now&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the team made our way back by taking 854 again to Yishun Interchange. i had to carry the ball bag, containing &lt;u&gt;3 netballs&lt;/u&gt; [: i think it looks &lt;strong&gt;cool &lt;/strong&gt;on me. HUR HUR. right. so we all went to Foodcourt and had lunch. i wasnt hungry. i felt&lt;em&gt; sick &lt;/em&gt; actually. but i did finish the yummy &lt;u&gt;Nasi Pattaya w Black Pepper Chicken.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;it was woth my &lt;strong&gt;4bucks&lt;/strong&gt;! ;D &lt;em&gt;thanks Shamim for recommending! (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left with Filzah. the rest were &lt;em&gt;still &lt;/em&gt; slowly eating. hehe. i waited 20minutes for the damn 858 bus. almost slept at the bus stop, i swear. HAH. but when it finally arrived, i slept in the bus. i was just extremely exhausted lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reached home at &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.30pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;and GUESS WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until &lt;strong&gt;6pm. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i didnt even bathe, i just threw my bags to one side and i landed on the sofa. HAHA. ;D&lt;br /&gt;exhausting... &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt;  exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, im awake now!&lt;br /&gt;a busy scheldule's waiting for me for the whole of next week. OH WELL, times like these, i neeeeed to be occupied (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;someday we will meet again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i promise.&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/9317847-116316685674549533?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/116316685674549533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=116316685674549533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/116316685674549533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/116316685674549533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/11/match-with-bowen.html' title='match with BOWEN.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-116307995987560102</id><published>2006-11-09T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T21:45:59.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy girl, for today.</title><content type='html'>dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt happy today. i felt &lt;strong&gt;blessed&lt;/strong&gt;. well, at least for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met Azli for breakfast early morning today. we only had smiles to share (: [that is a good thing, for now] then, i went off home after he left for school.&lt;br /&gt;mommy made me follow her to the market. i felt like a faithful child. hahahaha. saw silly eugene there too, buying lunch while eating ice-cream. HAHA. i swear it was a coincidence. and i got my favourite chocolates at the supermarket. HEE (: talking about chocolates, i miss my fc. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, filzah called and said she wanted to get out of house. and so we did. wanted to play bowling at SAFRA. Filzah, Diana, Laila, Siti &amp; me waited for Wani for like 45minutes. (!!!) saw some people raya-ing at the bus-int. i saw Dan &amp;amp; Azwan, who knew i was sick. heh. i still havent visited Mr Doctor yet. SOON, i suppose? when we reached SAFRA, the place was packet with CHIJ bowling club or smth. they were practising. they &lt;strong&gt;hogged&lt;/strong&gt; almost all the lanes. Sukashi joined us later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we made a U-turn and proceeded back to NP to have lunch at BurgerKing. i was proud to have an umbrella with me today ;D&lt;strong&gt; it rained&lt;/strong&gt;. hehe. some left. the rest of us walked at Causeway Point, aimlessly. we had nowhere to go. so we just window shopped (: i felt crazy enough to put my name down as a ''guinea pig'' for the training students. OH WELL. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filzah was trying on clothes at an Admiralty Mrt Station shop. while i was surveying the handphones. my hands were itching to get hold of a new one. &lt;strong&gt;i cannot wait! &lt;/strong&gt;(: hhehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the long lost un-updating days. i was having some problems. patience, my faithful readers. im dying to blog &amp; post pictures! hehe. im waiting for a new skin. and for things to become more stable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im not pretending everything's right. i just wanna keep numb, for now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my head's not a hurricane. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i still need some time. &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/9317847-116307995987560102?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/116307995987560102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=116307995987560102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/116307995987560102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/116307995987560102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-girl-for-today.html' title='happy girl, for today.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-116186333983570967</id><published>2006-10-20T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T19:49:00.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brother's back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;today isnt the 20th. HAHA.  so ... ah nevermind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was a little fun. cause i got to miss the &lt;em&gt;i-heard-quite-boring indian&lt;/em&gt;  dance. morning, at &lt;strong&gt;6.50am&lt;/strong&gt;, i already have to report to SC room. so we arranged the playcards for changing arrangement of the hall. after 20 minutes of tiring, running up and down the hall, arranging the god damn thing, sweating my ass out, Mr Ong came and asked us to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;continue it. WTF? kay i was a little blur. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sang school song and blahblahblah. i got to escape the show! but i heard i missed Mr Saravanan talking on the stage with a funny accent? oh damn. HAHA. i went down to the SC room and they were planning about the &lt;u&gt;sec 3 volleyball tournament&lt;/u&gt;. gave us duties and all. we were in there for like half an hour? until the indian drama thing finishes. YAY? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay im mean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it was cancelled in the end, bcos of the &lt;strong&gt;PSI&lt;/strong&gt; of &lt;strong&gt;103&lt;/strong&gt; at that time. soooo yeah. postponed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went up to the hall and listened to the Sec 2 briefing on choosing of Subject Combinations for Seconday 3 next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slacked in class the entire time. sitting at the back with my Kampong Glam people. HAHA. i'll miss them like terribly once we're not in the same class anymore. and it'll be just, &lt;strong&gt;different&lt;/strong&gt;. boooo. so yeah. we watched some lame ass movie on Drugs. funny graphics tho. then we were just talking talking, and i swear i didnt know who started the topic on &lt;em&gt;Hari Khiamat. &lt;/em&gt;(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it got kind of scary.  &amp; intensed. poor WenTong had to be .... sort of &lt;strong&gt;traumatised&lt;/strong&gt; by it. i hope he's alright. the conversation went on even after we left the classroom. it goes on and on .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school played some soccer with &lt;strong&gt;Chocolates.&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; my street guys. was realllleh fun lah. but i got really weak and tired and ended up just sitting down at a corner, &lt;u&gt;panting&lt;/u&gt;. HAHAHAH. i was &lt;strong&gt;dehydrated&lt;/strong&gt;, i guess. Azli messaged saying he wanted to go find Baju Kurung. so i went to Causeway with Filzah &amp; Durrah first. he came a little later. we searched around at the Bazaar there. but none were nice.. and white in colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so &lt;u&gt;weak&lt;/u&gt;, i swear i could &lt;strong&gt;faint&lt;/strong&gt; if i did anything beyond my energy. ahaaa. so he sweetly sent me back home. i slept. awwww. hehe. thank you dear. it was nice lah. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;warmth was what i needed and you gave me just that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/strong&gt;i slept until i was woken up by ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;my brother&lt;/u&gt;. (((((((((: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was &lt;em&gt;elated beyond words.&lt;/em&gt;  if i weren't so&lt;u&gt; sleepy and blur&lt;/u&gt;, i think i'd be on the verge of tears. ahaha. okay forget about that. then i finally break fast. like, THANK GOD. i was god damn thankful. and the feeling was just.. satisfactionary lah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother played his guitar straightaway. i could feel that he missed the baby of his. ahahha. but when he started playing them, i realised i missed him a hell lot lah. brr. okay he's back now. gonna make it al worthwhile. ahahha. what a word. kay nevermind! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;your smile made a difference&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-116186333983570967?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/116186333983570967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=116186333983570967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/116186333983570967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/116186333983570967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/10/brothers-back.html' title='brother&apos;s back.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-116186467499683987</id><published>2006-10-19T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T20:11:15.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy 17 months dear.</title><content type='html'>number of the day : &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;iloveyou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-116186467499683987?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/116186467499683987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=116186467499683987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/116186467499683987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/116186467499683987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-17-months-dear.html' title='happy 17 months dear.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-116118017294476514</id><published>2006-10-18T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T22:02:53.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im not bored. i just felt like doing a survey. answering questions and not, telling answers to unquestioned questions. HAHA. kay im like confusing myself right now. UHHHHH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;-in the past 24 hours, have you--&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. cried? &lt;strong&gt;yes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. worn jeans? &lt;strong&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;3. met someone? someone new?&lt;strong&gt; no.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. done laundry? &lt;strong&gt;YES! (wah i feel so proud to say this!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. talked on the phone? &lt;strong&gt;yeah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. said i love you? &lt;strong&gt;hee. *nods head*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--do you believe in--&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. yourself? &lt;strong&gt;most of the time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. your friends? &lt;strong&gt;some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;10. tooth fairy? &lt;strong&gt;no.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. destiny/fate? &lt;strong&gt;most definately.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. ghosts? &lt;strong&gt;no.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. UFOs? &lt;strong&gt;no.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;--friends and life--&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. do you ever wish you had another name? &lt;strong&gt;somtimes. like my name's too simple. but i still like it. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;15. do you like anyone?&lt;strong&gt; i like all my friends!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. which ones of your friends act like you? &lt;strong&gt;no idea. none maybe. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. when you cried the most, who was there? &lt;strong&gt;lee (:, illya &amp; wentong. (at diff times of cos)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. what's the best feeling in the world? &lt;strong&gt;being assured that your happiness wont disappear.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. worst feeling? &lt;strong&gt;when you loses someone, forever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. what time is it now? &lt;strong&gt;9.14pm&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;--which is better?--&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. chocolate or vanilla? &lt;strong&gt;chocolate.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.22. coke or pepsi? &lt;strong&gt;coke.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. love or lust? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. sprite or 7up? &lt;strong&gt;sprite.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. girls or guys? &lt;strong&gt;well, it depends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. scruff or clean shave? &lt;strong&gt;clean, baybehh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. blondes or brunettes? &lt;strong&gt;brunettes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. tall or short? &lt;strong&gt;in the middle. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. movies day or night? &lt;strong&gt;night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;--with the opposite sex--&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. what do you notice first? &lt;strong&gt;the eyes. *melts*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. what type of girl/guy do you like them? &lt;strong&gt;i'll make this short. the one who takes initiatives, outgoing, active &amp; never fail to make me smile.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;--when was the last time you--&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. took a shower? &lt;strong&gt;before buker just now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. cried more like close to tears? &lt;strong&gt;what? er, ytd night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;--who --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;35. makes you smile?&lt;strong&gt; him. &amp; my circle of friends. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. make you smile no matter what? &lt;strong&gt;memories. beautiful ones.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. has a crush on you?&lt;strong&gt; you tell me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. are you in love?&lt;strong&gt; yes yes. :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;--do you ever--&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. sit by the phone, waiting for a call? &lt;strong&gt;uh-huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;40. save AIM conversations? &lt;strong&gt;ya, especially when it means ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;41. wish you were someone else?&lt;strong&gt; once.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. wish you were a member of the opposite sex to know what's going on in their little minds? &lt;strong&gt;uh-huh that'd be fun! but not forever. its nice being a girl (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. wear perfume? &lt;strong&gt;occasionally. (when i know i smell really bad haha)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. go online for longer than 8 hours? &lt;strong&gt;there was a time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; --who was the last person--&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. that saw you? &lt;strong&gt;my sister.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. you talked to? &lt;strong&gt;mommy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. you hugged?&lt;strong&gt; (: you know i know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. you IMed? &lt;strong&gt;shamim&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;49. you yelled at? &lt;strong&gt;err, cannot remember. im nice nowaday. haha right.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. you thought about? &lt;strong&gt;my brother. heh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;--do you--&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. colour your hair? &lt;strong&gt;not YET.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. have piercings? &lt;strong&gt;yes, 2 pretty ones.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. have lipstick on? &lt;strong&gt;no, rayer maybe ? (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. own more than 10 flipflops? &lt;strong&gt;hell no. i have one only. ):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. like someone? &lt;strong&gt;ya. =__="&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. hate someone? &lt;strong&gt;hate is a strong word, but no.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. have any money on you? &lt;strong&gt;50cents counted? :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. eat vegetables? &lt;strong&gt;carrots only please.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im done with that.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday and today got back my papers. hell yeah i did &lt;strong&gt;badly&lt;/strong&gt;. i dont know why. i studied until i slept soo late and still not much results. heh. i guess its not enough lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;illya was hyper yesterday like never before! good thing. its a good sign when she's hyper. HAHA. okay im not bothered. =x haha inside joke. had music lessons today and yesterday. I LOVE &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ICE AGE 2!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; its sad, but a funny movie after all. it was full of &lt;strong&gt;climaxes&lt;/strong&gt;. I LIKE~! heee. even though its a cartoon show, id give it &lt;strong&gt;5stars&lt;/strong&gt;! (: and i like when everyone just cosied up together and watch the movie. i'm going to miss 2e3 2006 can? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had service learning thingy yesterday. till &lt;strong&gt;5pm&lt;/strong&gt;. chilled with my &lt;u&gt;street people&lt;/u&gt; and we already made plans for rayer outing! WOOO. it's going to be a blast, yeah? patience, i know you guys cannot wait to taste me cookiesss. (((((((: HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then ___ accompanied me back. funny ass lah. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went to Tampines after school. wanted to fetch him from &lt;em&gt;his  &lt;/em&gt;school. but his class ended late and so i went window shopping! its acutally kind of fun shopping alone. like you can spent hours in a shop without worrying about anything! hehe. we met at 4. and then took 969 back home. he sent me to admiralty and then he lepak-ed with Sha, Dan &amp; Mimi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yesterday night was just, i dont know how to put it. even your closest friends can turn his back at you. so stay close to your family. they'll always be there, no matter what.  if you think you can solve everything with your hands/fits, think again. it may sound oh-so-big. but its not. c'mon i can understand if you argue. what can physical pain solve? NOTHING. i want to know what you have to say. to whoever it may concern, have a heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 days and just one more moment. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i cannot wait. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-116118017294476514?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/116118017294476514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=116118017294476514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/116118017294476514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/116118017294476514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-not-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-116100679540327074</id><published>2006-10-16T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T21:53:15.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>punkrock fest poster.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/1600/Punkrock%20Fest%2006.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/320/Punkrock%20Fest%2006.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make a date with me on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;26th November&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; free people! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i cant wait.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must come okay?&lt;br /&gt;all are welcomed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-116100679540327074?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/116100679540327074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=116100679540327074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/116100679540327074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/116100679540327074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/10/punkrock-fest-poster.html' title='punkrock fest poster.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-116095836494574422</id><published>2006-10-16T06:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T08:26:05.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moooooodddy.</title><content type='html'>i was &lt;s&gt;a little&lt;/s&gt; VERY &lt;strong&gt;moody &lt;/strong&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;apologies to those who got involved, especially&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why, but i think this is why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke at the wrong side of bed to no one at home. got &lt;u&gt;so pissed off&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;he messaged saying he's already on the way to Gashaus for a gig. ohkayyy he left too. i was, &lt;u&gt;dumbfounded&lt;/u&gt;. i felt like changing and going there myself. but never-the-mind, i saved the hassle and just stayed at home. watched tv and whatnots. it was 4pm.. &lt;em&gt;tick tock tick tock tick tock. &lt;/em&gt;i got a little &lt;u&gt;restless&lt;/u&gt;. Mom came back and i helped her in the kitchen. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it wasnt that bad after all? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUKER!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like, OH-THANK-GOD-AT-LAST-I-CAN-DO-SOMETHING. hahaha. yay yooy yeey yiyy and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then i was back at square one. comp's crazy. my dad hogged the TV. mom's doing her own things and watching malaysia show. i was caught &lt;u&gt;doing nothing&lt;/u&gt;. so i sort of lock myself up in my &lt;strong&gt;brother's room.&lt;/strong&gt; heh. &lt;em&gt;i miss him truckloads &lt;/em&gt;lah. i on-ed the radio and fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;brother called just now. he said he's fine there at camp. he misses all of us. and he's always tired. and he cant wait to get home and rayer. AWWW. heh.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that made tears welled up in my eyes. &amp; so i weep in bed, again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the laze-ing around resulted to me &lt;u&gt;not sleeping&lt;/u&gt; till now, &lt;strong&gt;5 in the morning.&lt;/strong&gt; the past few hours i watched movies, DVDs and some Disney channel shows. (: that cheered up my day a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm seeing him in a few more hours! YAY. meeting him after school i think. and we're going to break fast outside together. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm missing him already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hehe. LOVEEEEEES. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LG CHOCOLATE IS WAITNG FOR ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loads of love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;believe me when i say, i heart you the most (:&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/9317847-116095836494574422?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/116095836494574422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=116095836494574422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/116095836494574422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/116095836494574422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/10/moooooodddy.html' title='moooooodddy.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-116095642012472517</id><published>2006-10-14T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T08:08:16.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eugene and his books. Kampong Glam.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; woke me up at &lt;strong&gt;9am&lt;/strong&gt; today. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(eeee. that sounded scary haha.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;helped mommy make some cookies again. this time, i think i broke my own record by making 3 cookies consecutively. and all of these lasted for 3 hours? &lt;strong&gt;yes.&lt;/strong&gt; it was 1. the &lt;u&gt;almond chocolate chip cookies&lt;/u&gt;, 2. &lt;u&gt;M&amp;M cookies&lt;/u&gt;, and lastly 3. the &lt;u&gt;Coco Crunch wrapped in melted chocolate&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; tempted me sooooo much. but i didnt give in. (: *pats own back*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you people are hungry. wanna taste them? come for Rayer at my house kay? &lt;strong&gt;set&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed at home and watched movies at &lt;strong&gt;Star Movies&lt;/strong&gt;. there's some pretty good movies nowadays. (: hehe. Eugene came under my block around 3 to pass me his &lt;u&gt;Seconday 3 unused books&lt;/u&gt;. i think he takes me as his rubbish bin, or something. HAHAHA. also can lahhhh eh. that funny ass stopped at the wrong bus-stop, walked all the way to my block and claimed he's not thisty, just &lt;em&gt;penat&lt;/em&gt;. HAHA. he and his malay. okaylahhh. &lt;em&gt;thanks for the books~ &lt;/em&gt;much appreciated. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;someone's being treated Swensens ehhh. :P just dont you eat my banana crumble okayyy! its mine (: im still waiting for a treat though. &lt;em&gt;you? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i broke fast outside with my family - at Bugis area. so i ate and then proceeded to the &lt;u&gt;pasar malam&lt;/u&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;Kampong Glam&lt;/strong&gt;. just walked around. i got my &lt;u&gt;cheese hotdogs&lt;/u&gt;! WHEE. its soooo cheesy can. &lt;3.&gt; kay nevermind! extra information laaa. hehe. the place was &lt;strong&gt;so &lt;/strong&gt;croweded and HOT can! i walked outside, and the air there was much much much much much more, &lt;strong&gt;fresh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &amp;amp; cool&lt;/strong&gt;. sooo yeah, i saw quite a few artistes. it was quite interesting after all ;) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;better than staying at home, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been thinking alot this month. i feel guilty over things like not fasting for no reason ... being a little rude to my mom ... leaving her alone to buker .. things like that. and i feel like i want to be, good. i want everyone that's dear to me to not do any ''crimes'' on this month. just this month. Ramadhan month is very special indeed. and now's the time to know our limits to certain stuffs and just, stop. stop not puase-ing. stop all unfavourable things. stop the rudeness and come together as a family. tighten the bond and togetherness between you and your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know about the rest, but i do buker out with friends occasionally but i think its quite important to buker with your family most of the time. there's a reason why everything happens. this month, is the time to forgive and forget. to be closer to family more than anyone else. when you buker together, it'll somehow enhance the bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this month only come once. you get to experience it now, so be grateful. we may not live long enough to celebrate the next year's Ramadhan month or the next few years'. its all God's will. we have no control over it. so it's like the best time to change. God's not selfish. he give chances to everyone and that includes all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a few more days left. and &lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;am going to try my best not to &lt;em&gt;batal &lt;/em&gt;over temptation or tiredness or anything else. when this month ends, for those who fulfill their own Ramadhan wishes, would get to feel the satisfactionary feeling. it's just great. it'll all be worthwhile. and there will be more meaning to Hari Raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Berpuasa, friends. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;im just summarising of my opinion. this just came into my head like idk-what. it's quite scary. but i hope you'll read it and believe it lah. you wont lose anything. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace everyone! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-116095642012472517?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/116095642012472517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=116095642012472517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/116095642012472517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/116095642012472517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/10/eugene-and-his-books-kampong-glam.html' title='eugene and his books. Kampong Glam.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-116074993523189223</id><published>2006-10-13T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T06:49:38.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haircut! (: day lepak with lee. ((:</title><content type='html'>i got a haircut yesterday! YAY. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im happy&lt;/strong&gt;, cause he came all the way to my block yesterday morning just to accompany me have that haircut. heee. &lt;em&gt;thanks~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to cut at Woodlands Mart, but i went too early. (it was &lt;u&gt;9.30am&lt;/u&gt;) so i went all the way to North Plaza. no idea why there. but that's the closest to nothing. HAHA! so i got a haircuttt baybehhhh. for just &lt;strong&gt;9bucks&lt;/strong&gt;. so far, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the most cheapest haircut&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i ever gotten. (: and the hairstylist talked to me, making sure thats what i want. i like~ ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i just trimmed it. just made it more &lt;em&gt;concave&lt;/em&gt;? ahah. dunno lahhhh. you'll know it when i posts some pics of it. but he liked it. so its alright with me. HEEEE. &lt;3.&gt; it was already 10.30 by then. we rushed to the bus interchange. cause he was going to be late for schoool. his 168 came and we bid our goodbyes. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent the rest of the day helping my mom bake&lt;em&gt; cookies&lt;/em&gt;. i got tired halfway and slept. ahhaha. but continued on. AWWW. she's still my supermummy.&lt;strong&gt; i love you mom!&lt;/strong&gt; HHAAH. kay like she's gonna read this lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept at 2am yesterday. had a longg conversation. heehehe :))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it's Friday the 13th. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy friday-the-13th day !!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(((((((((((((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning, had to wake up super early and attend the workshop on organising sec 1 camp. oh great. i was a little late. but some are even later. soooo. WHO CARES? (: it was just some dumb workshop. i was sitting at the back and can hear only &lt;strong&gt;40%&lt;/strong&gt; of what he is &lt;em&gt;trying&lt;/em&gt;  to say. so i dont think i can much. ahhaha. i only liked the ''games'' part. at least there's some movement. other than that, &lt;strong&gt;its boring&lt;/strong&gt;. i cannot wait to get out of that class. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it ended and i went to meet Azli at Khatib. hehe. we were planning to go out. ended up going Penin with Iman &amp; Yusmar. i got &lt;strong&gt;badges&lt;/strong&gt;! 3 of them. hehe. its small though.. but &lt;em&gt;thanks!&lt;/em&gt;  (: much appreciated. hehe. dropped at Khatib and went to meet Azli's FBA friends at 611. interesting bunch of people lah. but i havent really got to know them yet. so yeah, we're still strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you guys can see, i've changed my skin. &lt;strong&gt;credits to SHAMIM. &lt;/strong&gt;she design super nice skins laaaaa. good uuhhh you. can earn money sey like this. ahhahaa. but there's still some editting to do. im not done with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ATTENTION&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt; please leave your blog urls cause i lost quite a few of them already.&lt;/u&gt;  ):&lt;br /&gt;sorry for any inconvenience caused.&lt;br /&gt;thank you people of the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAA! i talk like some alien. bleaaghhhh.&lt;br /&gt;okay enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-116074993523189223?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/116074993523189223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=116074993523189223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/116074993523189223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/116074993523189223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/10/haircut-day-lepak-with-lee.html' title='haircut! 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((:'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-116058057618178635</id><published>2006-10-11T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T23:29:36.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams are over.. like yay.</title><content type='html'>yes, you've guessed it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;exams are over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i didnt feel the burden off my shoulders. maybe cause i didnt put all my hearts out to study hard enough. but thinking back, what he said was true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"endure this period and give it your best shot. the results will be very deserving."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what wise words &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;my little teapot&lt;/span&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was Math paper 2. i only studied a little. but the paper wasnt that intimidating. but after discussing with a few classmates, i got quite a few questions wrong. =/ hahhaa. well glad thats over. (: went off after school. met him for a while and im off. headed to the Admiralty MRT clinic. got my medicine and off i went. it was fast, only 20minutes can. thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back home. my mom was baking &lt;strong&gt;cookies!&lt;/strong&gt; chocolate, with &lt;u&gt;M'n'Ms&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;chocolate chip&lt;/u&gt;. YUMMMM! went online for a while and got changed to meet Aisyah and her two friends, Shikin and Hadi. heeee. iman ajak-ed us to support a soccer friendly match, which Vicky is playing in. we walked in the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HOTTTTT SUN&lt;/span&gt; all the way to Innova JC. but then took a cab to the entrance of &lt;strong&gt;Sports School&lt;/strong&gt;. we couldnt bare to walk anymore. it was damn far laaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite lost. we walked in. im like the only goondu idiot there wearing home clothes. the rest were all Innovians or Sports Sch people. or Anderson people. HAHAHA. after that Azli came. yay. and we both are the only gundu idiots wearing home clothes. hahahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SPORTS SCHOOL &lt;strong&gt;C &lt;/strong&gt;DIVISION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; vS &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;INNOVA JC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[13-14 yr old kids] vs [17 yr old kids]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;match was super exciting. the c boys were damn good laaaa. we got very good seats - at the grandstand. wooooh. both team played really well. and this &lt;strong&gt;No. 9&lt;/strong&gt; SS player which Iman is in love with now, scored the first goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;final score: 3-0 to sports school.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after this match, i had this vision of AISS C BOYS to play with them. cannot deny that our school c boys is strong too. i want to watch them play. where i will be seating at the best seats. ahahaha. SOON. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some events going on after that. aisyah and her friends left. so me azli and iman all sat and ''socialised'' with innova pepole? AHAHAHA. whatever you call it. saw some familiar faces. hehe. Hakimo was there tooooo. he ran &lt;u&gt;8x60m&lt;/u&gt;. hahaha. coool lahhhhhhh. then we all took bus back to Causeway. i wanted to head home since it was already 6.30plus. but decided to stay. so we all broke fast at Macdonals. i bought Burger Ramly. heeeeeee. :))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home, at last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;shagged.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a great day. :)))))&lt;br /&gt;my last DNT paper for my whole life. ahahaha. hopefully. it was just an hour. ended at 8.40. and i was left stonning after that, not knowing what to do. luckily shamim was planning the formation of CHOCS. so i joined-ed in! i was inspired by deddy and dearest. so i wanted to be the right-mid. HEEE. need to be fit. im fit enought mah. =D okay shhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played some ball. Hazique was our coach of the day. tiring. and i was fasting, mind you. WAHHHHHH THIRSTY MANN. cannot tahan! but must endure. hahaa. so i chilled in the gym, where there's air-con. and my body wont be so heated up. bestt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept at home for the rest of the day. and only woke up at 6. there's not much of nice movies to watch at Star Movies nowadys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someone owes me a movie date.&lt;/strong&gt; (: hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;list of things i want to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;get a haircut. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and make sure its nice. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go shopping. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go swimming at Jurong.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go to escape with classmates or smth. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bake some brownies. (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go to gigs!! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go raye-ing! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(like duh i will)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;train for soccer. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(maybe baby)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have a movie date. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a sleepover !! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(yeah, right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;im craving for waffle crisps, all of a sudden. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt; days away from seeing my lovely classmates and schoolmates. like, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;fc chocolate. all of 'em!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my lurbs, hazique haikal &amp;amp; wentong. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the street people, muthe hairi amirul azri faiz deddy jamal, etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my girls, illya diana afiqah sherry, etc. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;and all other people. BWAAAAAHH. this will a long break. and preparation for my results. its not looking good. at all! hahaha. i'll just hope for the best. and a week plus more to RAYER. and 2/3 more weeks to the end of school. :( i'll miss 2E3 badly. BBQ ANYONE? (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;kay, i want a new skin. SHAMIM. no news uh? ahahahaa. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;see youuu people soooon! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lovelovelovelovelove,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;all hopes i have become surreal&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/9317847-116058057618178635?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/116058057618178635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=116058057618178635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/116058057618178635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/116058057618178635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/10/exams-are-over-like-yay.html' title='exams are over.. like yay.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-116039804879762864</id><published>2006-10-08T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T14:26:41.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3DASH1 a@ heeren</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3DASH1&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;were at Heeren!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*screams like a lunatic fan.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/1600/3DASH1%20@%20heeren%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/320/3DASH1%20%40%20heeren%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/1600/3DASH1%20@%20heeren%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/320/3DASH1%20%40%20heeren%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/1600/3DASH1%20@%20heeren%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/320/3DASH1%20%40%20heeren%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/1600/3DASH1%20@%20heeren%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/320/3DASH1%20%40%20heeren%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/1600/3DASH1%20@%20heeren%20001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/320/3DASH1%20%40%20heeren%20001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/1600/3DASH1%20@%20heeren%20004.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/320/3DASH1%20%40%20heeren%20004.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/1600/3DASH1%20@%20heeren%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/320/3DASH1%20%40%20heeren%20018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love love love love. ((((((((:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just waiting for their first album now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fans or friends ?  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-116039804879762864?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/116039804879762864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=116039804879762864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/116039804879762864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/116039804879762864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/10/3dash1-heeren.html' title='3DASH1 a@ heeren'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-116023137578524675</id><published>2006-10-07T06:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T22:29:37.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shagged.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i'm shagged. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a week of exams just ended. &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; more papers to go next week and its over. i must admit that &lt;u&gt;this is the most excruciating and tiring week i ever had&lt;/u&gt;. the bad news? its still not over. EOY and fasting month is just a &lt;strong&gt;bad&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;combo&lt;/strong&gt;. kay, maybe it's an excuse. but i cant study in the afternoon, when im all weak and tired. which result to studying after buke and not completing what i &lt;em&gt;should have &lt;/em&gt; studied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, english was alright. i think i screwed the newspaper report. to think i followed what Ms. Wicky said, &lt;em&gt;"newspaper report will &lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt; ask you to write in a first person account."  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am i just unlucky or what? &lt;/strong&gt;it came out and asked us to write in a first person account. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;i didnt. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;good luck to me. (: malay was difficult lah dammit. &lt;em&gt;peribahasa&lt;/em&gt;  was crap. the compo, i rubbish talk my way through about what i would buy with a thousand bucks. &lt;strong&gt;1000bucks?&lt;/strong&gt; where enough? HAHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history was the one that made me cry. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;well at least, &lt;strong&gt;after&lt;/strong&gt; the paper.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;im sorry Mr Saravanan. ): i studied hard. but unfortunately, &lt;strong&gt;not hard enough. &lt;/strong&gt;he was kind enough to give me tips. but what did i do? &lt;u&gt;take it for granted&lt;/u&gt;. waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, pissed uh. someway or another, i promise to myself i'd make it up to him. hehh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths 1 was okayyee. &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;do-able&lt;/u&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;lah. met Azli dearest after school. we went to Mac Drive-thru and he helped me with my Cd Cover deisgns. i just wanted to use his photoshop. but we both are clueless about it. so we just experimented around. Moran &amp; Shahida dropped by for a while. hehehe. (: broke fast at Chong Pang's KFC. and he sent me back home after that. hehe. &lt;em&gt;thanks! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday was the best. Science paper starts at &lt;strong&gt;10am&lt;/strong&gt;, which means, more time for me to sleep!! (: i was damn glad lahhhhh. and the 965 weren't packed at all! &lt;strong&gt;double yay&lt;/strong&gt;. hehe. did some last minute revision with classmates. i was worried about physics. and forgot all about chemistry. oh great. :D hahaaha. &lt;u&gt;3 components - bio, chem &amp; physcis&lt;/u&gt;. i managed to do most of them. except for the Chemistry component. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(to think i loveee chemistry &amp;amp; not able to complete it) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;oh well. overall, it wasnt that difficult lah. hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played soccer with the boys after that. then &lt;strong&gt;FC CHOCS &lt;/strong&gt;then&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;joined in. &lt;u&gt;kicking balls is my new love.&lt;/u&gt; (: i forgot i was fasting. and it was gfjdksjfhhghfbjdhf &lt;strong&gt;hot. &lt;/strong&gt;then i continued playing. exams were going on, and Mr Ong shoo-ed us off. so most of us went to &lt;strong&gt;Ah Tong. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[or however you spell it.] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;played some street soccer 'cos we just wanted to pass time. hahaha. the worse thing was, most of us got really thirsty. &lt;em&gt;sheesh.&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat under the block &amp; started to socialise. HAHAA. within ourselves, that is. we just talked and shared secrets. hehe. its nice having people to open their mind about a topic. (: very enlightening. by the time i got home, it was buke-ing time. and i got pretty tired to study. but i still did. some little notes here and there to help me along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday's Geography paper was tough. the paper was &lt;strong&gt;1hour 45minutes.&lt;/strong&gt; and i got distracted for &lt;strong&gt;30mintes&lt;/strong&gt;? staring into space, lying down, my mind was just blank laaaah. then i was back speed writing again. HAHAHA. im funny right? i know. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the paper ended, i was f-ing relieved. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;THANK GOD ITS FRIDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. hahahaa. played more soccer after that. they taught me some skills and all. pretty fun. but today there's alot of &lt;strong&gt;accidents&lt;/strong&gt;. especially me. that dear Hazique, kicked the ball f-ing hard and it hit my &lt;u&gt;chest/stomach area.&lt;/u&gt; i fell onto the ground. i thought i was going to die seyy. HAHAHA. but he didnt do it intentionally lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im lovin' soccer. &lt;3.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I love Hazique's goal-keeping skills. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[but that lurb of mine is very mean, esp to me.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Deddy's power-shot made my jaws drop.&lt;br /&gt;- Amirul's &lt;em&gt;bring-the-ball-to-the-front  &lt;/em&gt;skill is nice.&lt;br /&gt;- Faiz close &lt;strong&gt;both&lt;/strong&gt; eyes also can score nicely&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- &lt;/em&gt;Fatimah's heading. FUYOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;- Filzah's scotland juggling.&lt;br /&gt;- &amp; i admire that left-legged person. (:&lt;br /&gt;- i'm proud of my soccer skill &lt;em&gt;tak menjadi. &lt;/em&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks for HAIRI's soccer ball. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FC CHOCOLATE, go go go! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so just close your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and hear me say.&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/9317847-116023137578524675?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/116023137578524675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=116023137578524675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/116023137578524675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/116023137578524675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/10/shagged.html' title='shagged.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-116014263373395157</id><published>2006-09-30T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T22:38:49.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams are freaking me out.</title><content type='html'>sorry guys. my computer crashed recently. and my pictures and songs are all stuck in my comp. acc. the guest account im using now, is just sucky. but still, im grateful. =X haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i forget, i want to write on several occasions. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22sept`06&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Celebration Feast @ Seoul Garden. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, i had tons of fun. despite the little sadness at one point of time. i had a blast! and i have pictures to prove it. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(just not now.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hehe. it was at Takashimaya's Seoul Garden. the first and second time i ate at seoul gardens. HEEE. i was looking forward for this for quite some time. (: and it turned out great lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chilled and took pics at the fountain opposite Taka. hehe. spent like 2hours there, just chilling. not knowing where to go. till the sun sets. hehe. we eventually went to Cineleisure. 8 of us were in one room. you know, at the top floor. you book a room and just watched DVDs. yeah. it was squeezy. but&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;cosy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched a ghost movie called ''&lt;strong&gt;BOO!&lt;/strong&gt;". yes, it sound lame. but its one of the most scariest movies ive ever watched lah! scary movies just make me pee in my pants. :X a big no-no. such a disasterous sight. i was covering my face 80% of the time. HAHAHA. shaddap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonderfull day. &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 17th BIRTHDAY SNZ. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much much much loveee. must meet soon kay? &lt;3.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;27thsept`06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to you.&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to you.&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to &lt;u&gt;dearest&lt;/u&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33333333.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i've always wanted to sing you a birthday song. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we spent the day just chilling out. he played SIMS2 while i did my homework. heee. but the next day, we made a date to go out. i wanted to find something for &lt;strong&gt;us.&lt;/strong&gt; so we went to Bugis first. i want to just window shop. hehe. then we headed to FarEast Plaza. walked around. got ourselves a matching stud wrist band. WOOO. lovelove. we broke fast at Cahaya! whee, beef charsiew noodles. then, slowly made our way back. hehe. yes. we had fun doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you like the present. :))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;days grew longer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and days grew shorter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i can show you i'll be the one. &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/9317847-116014263373395157?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/116014263373395157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=116014263373395157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/116014263373395157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/116014263373395157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/09/exams-are-freaking-me-out.html' title='exams are freaking me out.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-115885379866522088</id><published>2006-09-21T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T18:05:18.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tue-cwp with classmates. wed-boring! thur-phototaking.</title><content type='html'>sorry guys.&lt;br /&gt;i've been mia-ing for far too long.&lt;br /&gt;i shall do some re-cap now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(hopefully Blogger doesn't fail me. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night before was total crap. sorry. it was really unintentional. i dont know what went through my head. but i shouldnt have. and thank you. &lt;em&gt;your eyes always shine the brightest in my darkest nights. &lt;/em&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;number of the day: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. =&lt;/strong&gt;DDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school went great, i guess? i remembered Mr Saravanan being random and said &lt;strong&gt;all of a sudden, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"dont stress yourself out faizah. everything will be fine. i'll be here. dont woryy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwwww. so sweet. thank you. but i was blur. just what was going through his head when he said that? hahahaa. maybe cause i looked sick. &lt;em&gt;maybe? &lt;/em&gt;well, i was sick for the first 2 period. thank you Haikal for lending me your jacket. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazique, Wentong, Ratheshan, Syafaat, Diana &amp; me went to Causeway Point after school. we wanted to have Pizza Hut for lunch. but &lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt; was short on cash. tehehee. so we settled for KFC instead. it was still yummy. :D while the rest are almost finishing their food, i havent even started on mine. whose fault? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my &lt;em&gt;cannot-control &lt;/em&gt;laughter.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;note to self: never eat when Syafaat &amp; Hazique is around. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;total madness! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't help myself to &lt;strong&gt;stop&lt;/strong&gt; laughing. everytime i stop, they would cook up some crazy funny acts and &lt;em&gt;there i go again. &lt;/em&gt; tiring you know! the Mushroom Swiss was love. and i couldn't finish my Cheese Fries. i swore if i eat anything else at that moment, &lt;u&gt;i would have vomitted&lt;/u&gt;. so i didnt. well, i had fun! &lt;strong&gt;i love my lovely classmates&lt;/strong&gt;. heeee. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's boringgggggggggg.&lt;br /&gt;*ring ring beep beep boo boo BAAAAAA*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. random.&lt;br /&gt;got to know that the following day we're going to have photo-taking. like THANK GOD FINALLY. hahaha. last yr's, was late term 2. now, early Term 4. isn't that crazy? i sensed that we're going to get our photos &lt;strong&gt;late&lt;em&gt;-r.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;DUH. but it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sc meeting after school. while the rest are worrying about their long sleeved shirts, i already got mine! it was my sisters. she used to wear it for &lt;strong&gt;her formal occasions. &lt;/strong&gt;hehe. and i hope Sec 1 Camp next year's going to be a blast. hehe. i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;can  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chilled &amp; ate after school. super boring laaaaaaaaah. headed to CWP to help Hadi for a while. then i headed home. it was only 4plus. &lt;strong&gt;sombody praise me for being a gd girl? &lt;/strong&gt;:D heeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got stares just going to school with the longsleeve. with tie and shoe, i think i look quite nice. hahahaha. *slaps self* photo-taking with 2E3 was super fun! i dont know if i smiled correctly, but i hope it turned out well. haikal was behind meeeeeee. wentong was in front of meeeeee.&lt;strong&gt; YAY! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and weirdly enough, school seemed very draggy today. when Thursday's timetable is always the shortest. it's all upside down daaaa. hahaha. had SC photo-taking after school. just for like 20minutes. filzah was beside meeee. &lt;strong&gt;double yay. &lt;/strong&gt;then i was off to meet Azli. we just chilled. and after that Azhar &amp; Iffah came. chilled at Macs. i love his laptop. BESTTTTTT. got movies. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm finally done. Blogger doesnt post this and im personally going screw it upside down *~&amp;!?^%)/$*  HAHAHAHA. bedek. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and seasons are changing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;worlds are crashing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and stars are falling over us. &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/9317847-115885379866522088?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/115885379866522088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=115885379866522088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115885379866522088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115885379866522088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/09/tue-cwp-with-classmates-wed-boring.html' title='tue-cwp with classmates. wed-boring! thur-phototaking.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-115859572169383818</id><published>2006-09-19T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T00:08:57.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it's me again saying this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-115859572169383818?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/115859572169383818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=115859572169383818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115859572169383818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115859572169383818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-me-again-saying-this.html' title=''/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-115858099308204165</id><published>2006-09-18T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T20:03:14.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cca stops. school. lee's house.</title><content type='html'>monday's here! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not a very good start. i woke up late this morning. i guess cause i slept late last night. about ... 2am? uh-huhs. watched the &lt;u&gt;Arsenal-ManUtd&lt;/u&gt; match till 1am. trust me, i was &lt;strong&gt;really bored. &lt;/strong&gt;the match was quite depressing tho. they kept shooting and it didnt went it! OH WELL. i thought ManUtd won. but NO. how sad. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"'i'll remain as your goody goody friend who'll help you through your secondary school days. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was sweet but it was rather sad hearing him say that yesterday. hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, life goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last period, Mr Saravanan was talking to us about choosing the right combinations for next yr. i was &lt;u&gt;super confused&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;like, &lt;strong&gt;WHAT THE HELL&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;AGAIN&lt;/em&gt;? i dont want to become doctors, nor engineers. it's .. out of my reach. i know where I stand. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sooo going to just do well for &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; my subjects. be it Science, Math, English, Malay, or even Geog. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(shit, i suck at that) &lt;/span&gt;=_=". after that bloody &lt;u&gt;2 weeks&lt;/u&gt;, i'm going to enjoy first! and then start worrying &amp; asking for opinions about what combinations i should take. mostly, with the people that know me best lahhhh. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to work hard. or i'll be letting alot of people down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;it's not a good thing.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to start studying &amp; mugging now. but you won't see me all stressed out, &lt;strong&gt;yet. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;stayed back after school for extra Chemistry lessons. when i came back to class after lunch, Hazique, Illya &amp;amp; Diana was dancing to some routine. &lt;strong&gt;cutteee! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and funny. &lt;/em&gt;BAHAHAHA. Ms Ng taught us the chemical formula thingy. its... confusing. but fun to remember. so i shall memories those&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;ion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; charges&lt;/strong&gt;. =D everyone was tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... and i just couldn't wait to get out of the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;boringgg. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone seemed to know that every &lt;u&gt;Monday is Azli Day&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeaah, i met him at Khatib for a while. he's having his holidays now. how nice. and my exams are just round the corner. (: i bought &lt;strong&gt;Oreo Chocolate&lt;/strong&gt; bubble tea. since from next week onwards, i wont be able to enjoy such delights everyday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;puase starts. :D/:(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....okay nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm all ready for bed!&lt;br /&gt;with my HELLO KITTY pillow. and my favourite pajamas!&lt;br /&gt;goodnight~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/1600/diamondeyes.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/320/diamondeyes.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you saved me, from myself.&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/9317847-115858099308204165?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/115858099308204165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=115858099308204165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115858099308204165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115858099308204165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/09/cca-stops-school-lees-house.html' title='cca stops. school. lee&apos;s house.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-115849059108807173</id><published>2006-09-16T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T19:05:57.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>extra history class. breakfast. east coast.</title><content type='html'>i woke up at 6.45am today, &lt;strong&gt;myself&lt;/strong&gt;. wooo. thats a first. hahaha. got ready and all. met Hazique, Syafaat &amp; supposingly Wentong, but he didnt show up. we all planned this yesterday. cause i love my &lt;strong&gt;admiralty&lt;/strong&gt; people! hehe. school was super empty. we did some morning stretch grooving to Syafaat's nonsensical songs. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Saravanan came exactly at 8.30. Haikal was super late. he entered class as if he just recovered from a&lt;strong&gt; hangover&lt;/strong&gt;. all sleepy and blur. hahaha. that bum. everything was about &lt;em&gt;speed writing&lt;/em&gt;. i think i got what he is trying to say. he made us copy the whole "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;model-essay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" of his. still, we ended quite early. at 9.58am like that. i was merely joking when i said, ''&lt;em&gt;Mr Saravanan! Dont we deserve some breakfast for being good today? *grins*"&lt;/em&gt; I dont know what was going through his head. but he handed us &lt;strong&gt;two 10-dollar bills. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WAH. I LOVE HIM mannnn! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway,&lt;br /&gt;half the class were making so much noise at the busstop deciding which Macdonalds would have enough space for us, &lt;strong&gt;20people.&lt;/strong&gt; most voted &lt;u&gt;Khatib Macs&lt;/u&gt;, esp me. HEHE. (: but in the end, we went to Northpoint Macs cause the bus was already in front of our faces. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took quite some time for all of us to find a place close to each other. i was saving the 9 seats all by myself. talk about power. hahahaha. rightt. i bought &lt;strong&gt;hotcakes&lt;/strong&gt; for breakfast. and was stealing eggs from Rat&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; and WenTong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(front) &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;who bought Big Breakfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;apparently, i was the last one to finish my breakfast. hahaha. but i &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; finish it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the last piece of hotcake i had to finish made me feel like &lt;strong&gt;vomitting&lt;/strong&gt;, seriously. with th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;em playing some bet on who can eat the disgusting mixture of ____. (idonkknowwhat) go diana's blog to see more. here you go; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blazenedblood.blogspot.com"&gt;www.blazenedblood.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; she even have pix of it! omgggg. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked around Np for a while after that. wanted to buy gummies when i realised i left my wallet at Macs. so i went back down. with the guys all following me for IDK what. haha. luckily Wentong asked this cleaner who &lt;em&gt;happened&lt;/em&gt; to keep it for me. AWWW. thanks! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took 965 and went back home.&lt;br /&gt;slept....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for like 3 hours. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up only at 3.30 to Moran's msg. i bathed and everything and made my way to Khatib. waited for Azli under his block. he look so cute with his new haircut. hehe. neater and better, i must say. &lt;strong&gt;rain-ed&lt;/strong&gt;. what a bummer. we took train to AngMoKio and boarded bus 76 there to East Coast. the trip was long. but halfway thru, me and Lee stopped at Paya Lebar and waited for Azhar who decided to join us. caught some packet lunch. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continued our journey to East Coast. moran's class BBQ pit was far. walked and walked. i miss East Coast. heh.&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i know it held special memories to you, but the only memory i have of east coast are all ... bad. i dont want to remember any of them. when i picture east coast inside my head, i could only see us. riding or rollerblading through the breeze. taking a walk by the beach. or just sit down on the breakwaters and talk about our life. b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;ut it's a pity. you dont feel the same. heh. maybe you've done all that before. but i havent. and i could only &lt;em&gt;wish&lt;/em&gt; of doing all that, with you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moran gave us some BBQ-ed food. hehe. thanks! and its nice. it's been quite some time since i last went to a BBQ. hehe. &lt;strong&gt;after exams alright, E3?&lt;/strong&gt; we just chilled. and listen to the techno songs. nyaha. i wanna buy that MP4. it's super nice, and it looks exactly like a PSP, only smaller. and it has a camera! kay somebody stop me. &lt;strong&gt;now.&lt;/strong&gt; hahahaah. i took the advantage and bbq-ed marshmellows. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;yummmmyyyy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thumbs up!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was getting late. did i tell you waiting for bus 401 there is a killer? we waited like 20minutes there. i was getting sleepy. it came at 9. and took 168 from Bedok Interchange. me, Lee, Azhar &amp;amp; Moran had a heap load of laughter in bus buses. Azhar and Moran make a super good comedian pair. they were dancing to some &lt;strong&gt;Kuda Kepang Techno&lt;/strong&gt;(?) at the back of the bus. i was just watching until my stomach hurts. hahaahaha. funny asses lahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;thanks guys for sending me back to woodlands. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and thank you, you. for giving me such warmth. &lt;3.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my sister was being sucha bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;%^**(#~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we still have so many days ahead.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i'm just afraid. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;of letting you go again. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-115849059108807173?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/115849059108807173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=115849059108807173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115849059108807173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115849059108807173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/09/extra-history-class-breakfast-east.html' title='extra history class. breakfast. east coast.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-115847135514227554</id><published>2006-09-16T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T13:35:55.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>re-cap.</title><content type='html'>i don't like rainy days. &lt;em&gt;well, not as much.  &lt;/em&gt;I've been sick for the past 4 days cause of the rain. it's so unpredictable. but yes, on all the days. i forgot to bring an umbrella. dammit. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;here's some re-cap,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, last &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, i had fun with them. i got a new bag at Bugis Village too! it's super nice. exactly how i wanted it to be. black, leather and can fit everything! superb. hehe. me, Azli &amp; Moran met up with Danny &amp;amp; Yasmin, Azwan &amp; Farhanah. we headed to AngMoKio and played pool. kay correction. &lt;strong&gt;they&lt;/strong&gt; played pool. hakz. then slowly took 169 and ate at Bilal while waiting for Danny's band to jam. it's almost 8 and i took 858 back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot everything that happened on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. but i remembered &lt;em&gt;hugging&lt;/em&gt;  the girls and &lt;em&gt;bashing up &lt;/em&gt; the guys when i came to school in the morning. i missed them so much! (: and i &lt;strong&gt;totally &lt;/strong&gt;forgot what happened after school. hahaha. bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had netball on tuesday. talk about light training. it was super light! just played some interesting games. hehe. fun! supposed to meet Lee up. but he got work to do. so yeah.. me and Filzah went to Northpoint, hoping to bump into some people. &lt;em&gt;uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.  &lt;/em&gt;kay nevermind. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rain.&lt;br /&gt;rain.&lt;br /&gt;rain.&lt;br /&gt;won't you stop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awright, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Mr Saravanan just &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt;  to hold us back at the wrong timing. school ended at 1.10. but stayed back for some &lt;em&gt;administrative stuff. &lt;/em&gt;=/ what a bummer. after that, took 812 and went Khatib. if only i had &lt;strong&gt;gone earlier,&lt;/strong&gt; i wouldn't have been &lt;strong&gt;drenched.&lt;/strong&gt; thanks to mr. saravanan. sighs. things just work this way, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha. me, Azli &amp; Cheryl went to have lunch at BK. then we went back to Khatib and chill at Macs. I did part of my essay there. and still not done. =/ cause i actually left the diskett in the computer at the computer lab!! how dumb is that? &lt;strong&gt;very. &lt;/strong&gt;headed home at 7. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rainy days dampen my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you're always there to make me smile. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;was empty. didnt go for netball. just sat there, doing homework. and for a while, Wentong helped me did some sums in the middle of his training. hahaha. i got home and it's empty. fell asleep in the couch and woke up at 10pm. house still empty. hahaha. see what i mean? &lt;strong&gt;emptyyy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i find this entry boring. =/&lt;br /&gt;i'll be back.&lt;br /&gt;with moreeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;secrets. &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/9317847-115847135514227554?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/115847135514227554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=115847135514227554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115847135514227554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115847135514227554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/09/re-cap.html' title='re-cap.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-115824613877626152</id><published>2006-09-14T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T23:02:18.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>group gashaus pic.</title><content type='html'>sorry for the long MIA.&lt;br /&gt;i've been busy with school.&lt;br /&gt;if you've seen me online, i'd be busy completing the English &lt;strong&gt;3000 &lt;/strong&gt;words essay. and it's not even done. =_="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm down with fever recently.&lt;br /&gt;but i still go to school, cause that's the best medicine! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont have long.&lt;br /&gt;need my beauty sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/1600/At%20gas%20haus.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/400/At%20gas%20haus.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my dearest pretty gig-goers ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you guys are missed! (:&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/9317847-115824613877626152?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/115824613877626152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=115824613877626152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115824613877626152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115824613877626152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/09/group-gashaus-pic.html' title='group gashaus pic.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-115790435506519175</id><published>2006-09-09T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T00:09:36.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you. (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;9th September 2006.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's the start of something new. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the start of us. me &amp;amp; you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;countless times we tried,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but we failed to realise that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we threw away some so amazing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;today it is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and we shall keep it strong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tell me i'm wrong when i say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;''i cant expect you to spend forever with me''.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-115790435506519175?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/115790435506519175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=115790435506519175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115790435506519175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115790435506519175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-love-you.html' title='i love you. (:'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-115790159969963852</id><published>2006-09-08T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T23:56:37.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>breakfast asf. out with syarif.</title><content type='html'>i woke up rather &lt;u&gt;grouchy-ly&lt;/u&gt;. i guess i didnt have enough sleep? slept at &lt;strong&gt;2am&lt;/strong&gt; lah yesterday. &lt;em&gt;bummers. &lt;/em&gt;but i was looking forward to the rest of the day. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made my way to Causeway Point early in the morning. (when causeway point wasnt even open!) headed to Macs and met Azli for breakfast. (: it was freezing cold laaaaah. i had the 2dollar meal breakfast. played with his laptop for a while while waiting for Hadi &amp; Iman. Hadi was late. =/ haha. then we walked to Cheryl's place and watched ASF tapestry video. hehe. i miss the atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of them head to TP while i went back to change. i still had alot of time though. nyahaha. blahbahblah. i got ready and all. went out and waited for that &lt;em&gt;dumb-ass &lt;/em&gt;for 15minutes. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;got own transport also late sey! hahahaha. ANYWAY. apparently, he got lost while trying to find his way to Woodlands Mart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait a minute.&lt;br /&gt;for some unexplainable reasons, i prefer him to remain Anonymous. so let's call him ......&lt;br /&gt;URM ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Paul.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;^&amp;amp;!?%*&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to Bugis first. i wanted to search for my bag. but i just felt like walking around. so yeah. we did! i &lt;em&gt;discovered &lt;/em&gt;Bugis Village for the first time. &lt;strong&gt;dumb right.&lt;/strong&gt; sorry uh. i'm most probably the last one to know. hahaha. had Starbux. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;mocha frappacino.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(did i spell it right? =/) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;we walked some more. got a little tired/bored of walking around there and then headed to Penin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird choice. but i didnt know why we went there at the first place. Penin was always boring. excluding the guitars and band shirts lah.&lt;em&gt; Paul&lt;/em&gt; bought pants there. =S hahahaha. i was a little clueless tho. walked around some more. got bored again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in the &lt;u&gt;walking-and-not-buying-anything&lt;/u&gt; mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we changed our destination and went to Esplanade. walked to Millenia Walk and went to Candy Empire. got some chox there. kay bedek. got ALOT of chox there. hahaha. &lt;em&gt;thanks!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;walk-ed&lt;/strong&gt;. went inside Marina Square for a while. just &lt;strong&gt;walked &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;walked &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;walked&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAY, i think the word ''&lt;strong&gt;walk&lt;/strong&gt;'' looks weird now.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;dont you think so?&lt;br /&gt;!?/#*@^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;neverminddddddd.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was already 6plus by then. decided to go back. watched &lt;em&gt;Paul&lt;/em&gt;'s band jam for a while. THEY WERE GREAT LAAAAAH. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;goooooood~! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;for a while only. after that, it was kind of late. he &lt;em&gt;zooooom-ed &lt;/em&gt;me back home. nyahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/1600/chox%208sept%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/320/chox%208sept%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fell away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i know it's hurting you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but it's killing me.&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/9317847-115790159969963852?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/115790159969963852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=115790159969963852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115790159969963852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115790159969963852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/09/breakfast-asf-out-with-syarif.html' title='breakfast asf. out with syarif.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-115764559850594025</id><published>2006-09-07T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T23:15:35.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt very relaxed and carefree after i cleared my &lt;em&gt;messy &lt;/em&gt;wardrobe. tried on a couple of clothes. realised i have alot of clothes, which i wear out that often. still, i wanna get &lt;strong&gt;more&lt;/strong&gt; shirts/blouses/smartshirt/dresses! after all, i'm a girl! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;this will be a random post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's &lt;u&gt;listening-to-local-bands-make-me-go-woooweeee!&lt;/u&gt; day. they've been playing over my playlist. and i even go the trouble to go listen to some of those not-so-known ones at myspace and purevolume. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about local bands.&lt;br /&gt;here's one ;&lt;br /&gt;my FAVOURITEEE. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/1600/whyshidwhy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/320/whyshidwhy.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this was taken after their Tapestry performance. i looked like a faithful fan huh huh huh huh? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;them&lt;/strong&gt;, like boyfriendssss. hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could post more pictures in my blog. but my hp's quality camera is super sucky laaaaa! and its troublesome, always asking other people to edit the little shitnitz. but i dont have an editing software! and i super suck at it. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, mommy bought me new school shoes yesterday. for no reason, maybe cause it's nice and cheap! haha. dumb ah. term 4, buy new school shoe. but oh well, it'll last till next year, &lt;em&gt;i hope. &lt;/em&gt;i'm getting a bag tomorrow, i think. leather one. got the picture in mind. but dont know if it even existed! going Bugis to find it. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like cutting my hair again, shorter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dah rimas laaaah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but like stoooooopid gitu!&lt;br /&gt;so short already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we'll see. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/1600/happyppl.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/400/happyppl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken during one of my &lt;em&gt;lepak&lt;/em&gt;-ing times on top of Far East.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;sucha cool place.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night night everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wish sweet dreams embrace you tight. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cookies, chocolates, sweets, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and stars. &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/9317847-115764559850594025?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/115764559850594025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=115764559850594025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115764559850594025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115764559850594025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/09/random_07.html' title='random.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-115761247017445550</id><published>2006-09-07T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T23:14:08.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things. netball match.</title><content type='html'>i've found out some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HMMM HMMM HMMMM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;interesting. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. but im definately relieved though. somehow. but so what kan. its not like anything else will happen. RIGHT? bwah. nevermind. =) for now, im happy! for i-dont-know-what reason. teehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm at Filzah's house. blogging. =/ my comp's just being a &lt;u&gt;bitch&lt;/u&gt; these few days. its frustrating. and i still havent got the latenightsupperclub gig picturesss. bummer. and i feel good using a computer that's not laggy. bleargh. cannot wait for laptop to come. when i'm 17? =_=" HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just finsihed a netball match at with Yishun sec just now. it took place at their school. it went alright. i was especially &lt;em&gt;quiet&lt;/em&gt; during the second quarter? not warmed-up enough uh, i guess. they weren't that strong. when is AInetball going to win an especially WOW match? sighs. sometimes it brings me down a little. but i have faith in us. (: well, that depends on the rest too, right.? me &amp;amp; Nadia got our ''&lt;em&gt;wish&lt;/em&gt;". teeehehee. i played GK, blocking her as GS. wheee. like super dejavu can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's a bad hair day. but my hair looked like &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;rambutan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;during a match. nyahaha. i saw SHID toooo. YAY?! =__=" ate at LJS with juniors. (: spent like an hour there just talking crap. besst ah. i have super cute juniors. whee. walked around for a while. im still craving for my Mochachinno bubble tea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml? :)))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wait. =PpPp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay i'm off now. wanna batheeeee.&lt;br /&gt;toodles sweet things. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'll miss you, till the end of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when everything has faded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i hope you call me soon. :)&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/9317847-115761247017445550?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/115761247017445550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=115761247017445550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115761247017445550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115761247017445550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/09/things-netball-match.html' title='things. netball match.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-115743998616622226</id><published>2006-09-06T05:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T15:06:26.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shoud i?</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Questions about who the person(s) in this post will not be entertained.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;note to self ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;#  its just a day out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;# he's just a friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;# a nice friend. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;# im gonna enjoy myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;# i deserve smth new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;# i cant expect &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;# dont contradict.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;# go with the flow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;# and go get your friggin bag. lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;nevertheless, i cant wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;kay, maybe i can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;but i cant help this feeling of guiltyness in me. SIGHS. i feel bad. terrible. i dont want any other rainy days ahead if i continue being in good contact with him. i'll just keep it low and sealed. i guess? well oh well. i just hope to have a nice time. period. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;sorry, my star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good Day&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;lovely people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-115743998616622226?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/115743998616622226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=115743998616622226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115743998616622226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115743998616622226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/09/shoud-i.html' title='shoud i?'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-115728339656681284</id><published>2006-09-04T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T19:36:36.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back blogging.</title><content type='html'>HELLO, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been dying to blog for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;everytime i stop and did something else,&lt;br /&gt;my IE closes by itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;stupid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall not go into details about what happened for the past 2/3 weeks? it was just &lt;strong&gt;SUPER hectic&lt;/strong&gt; after school with all the things sc must prepare. but i must say it's kind of fun. &lt;u&gt;i love my social people.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;mwaaaaah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Teacher's Day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; went well. we've got a new &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;STAR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/u&gt;in our school. my dearest classmate Illya &amp; Diana. people beep-ed me, telling their performance was super&lt;em&gt; sizzling  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt;. and i cant agree more. hehe. seniors came. i didnt see all, but i got to see plenty. hehe. sat at canteen for almost 2 hours before heading back home. changed, and went out again. Me, Azli, Azwan &amp; his ''scandal'', Farhana went to Expo. took 858 to airport and took train from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surveyed around for Azli's new laptop. after around an hour or so, our legs got tired. made our way back to airport and caught some dinner. Azwan and Farhana proceeded to town while me &amp; Lee &lt;em&gt;tiredly &lt;/em&gt; took our bus back to Yishun. we slept and missed the Khatib stop. so, he sent me home. (:  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thank you for A-cing my day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'll be back later with &lt;em&gt;hopefully  &lt;/em&gt;pictures on yesterday's gig.&lt;br /&gt;SHID, where are youuuuuu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm missing out on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all the sweet things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&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/9317847-115728339656681284?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/115728339656681284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=115728339656681284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115728339656681284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115728339656681284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/09/back-blogging.html' title='back blogging.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-115609001278914422</id><published>2006-08-21T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T00:06:52.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>netball. cwp. johore. 3days of boredom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was damn sleepy in the morning. (which isnt really a good start lah.) had mother tongue for first period. it was kind of boring tho. then had this SPA science &lt;strong&gt;test&lt;/strong&gt;. it was, do-able. but i doubt i score with &lt;em&gt;flying colours.&lt;/em&gt;  ahaahaha. english lesson went great. it was 2 periods. we watched &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Army Daze.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; damn hilarious laaah the show. the whole class &lt;strong&gt;loved&lt;/strong&gt; it. it was kind of &lt;em&gt;nice and cosy&lt;/em&gt; when everyone gathered to the front and watch the show attentively. hakz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the show's very old school but nice. you got to watch it. (: but i was half sleep through the last part of the movie. it wasnt the movie.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;it's just me.&lt;/u&gt; Mr Saravanan came to class for free assembly period. he gave out History paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;im sorry i broke down. im was just utterly disappointed in myself. i know the marks were good. but i didnt even reach a simple aim for myself. like gundu. pfft shhsjhdjbcdfggf. BWAH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im alright now. went to canteen to see the other 3 of my cuties, sad. &lt;em&gt;sighs. &lt;/em&gt;they went for lunch outside. i just got ready for netball but went to teacher's day audition for band with hazique amirul haikal joshua. &lt;em&gt;assssses&lt;/em&gt;. hahaha. it was kind of crappy. we didnt screw up. &lt;u&gt;i just didnt &lt;em&gt;feel &lt;/em&gt;the song.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;hahahaha. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;netball started half an hour late. i got some &lt;strong&gt;shut eye&lt;/strong&gt;. i cant believe i really slept at the bags there. ahahah. nice though. i needed some nap. so training started. it went alright for the fist half. but something happened,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the netball was&lt;strong&gt; slammed&lt;/strong&gt; right &lt;em&gt;onto&lt;/em&gt; my face.&lt;br /&gt;it hit my &lt;u&gt;lips&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, i felt a numbness.&lt;br /&gt;i just had to rush to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got &lt;strong&gt;f**king &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;shocked&lt;/em&gt; laaaaaaaa&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;half&lt;/em&gt; of my &lt;strong&gt;lower lip&lt;/strong&gt; was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bleeding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pacnicked &lt;u&gt;for a while.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then bought&lt;em&gt; ice&lt;/em&gt; to let it &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;didnt train after that.&lt;br /&gt;=_+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yes, faizah got the shock of her life. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then thinking through, it was kind of cool eh. ahahahah. damn you sadist! the sun was scroching hot. i didnt want to train after that. couldnt &lt;em&gt;too.&lt;/em&gt; so yeah. i felt a little lethargic after that. =/ wanted to go straight home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;saturday.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt go online on friday. slept the whole 7-10. when i woke up, i got to talk to a friend for a while. it kind of cheered my sad/nonsensical day. but it ended, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;wrong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's the &lt;u&gt;19th of August.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something just slapped me right in the face can. kay i shall not elaborate. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept for another 15 hours. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;errrrrr, i'll leave the calculations to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i woke up at around 12, then went back to sleep. till 3. woke up, parents brought me to Causeway Point. we ate at &lt;strong&gt;Banquet&lt;/strong&gt;. yummmm. nice place with a hell lot of variety. just, too much and too expensive&lt;em&gt; sometimes.&lt;/em&gt; hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home, &lt;u&gt;slept again&lt;/u&gt;. for a few more hours. and then had a chance to go online. but tooooo lazy to update. ahaha. i didnt had enough sleep for the past days. and this is just to make up for it. =D teeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;sunday,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i feel like eating a &lt;u&gt;Sundae Pie.&lt;/u&gt; hahahaha. okay nevermind. spent the whole day shoppping at City Square Malaysia today. wanted to get some decent band shirts. but couldnt find the shop. but still, i got 2 shirts from &lt;strong&gt;Body Glove. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's the only nice brand selling shop with great abstract designs and patterns in Malaysia can. and i &lt;strong&gt;love &lt;/strong&gt;their &lt;u&gt;striped polos.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;em&gt; WHEEEEEEEE~ &lt;/em&gt;damn &lt;strong&gt;cheap &lt;/strong&gt;too. whooooa. must go again LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had Pizza Hut for lunch. damn cheap too. i think if you want to save, ALOT, i &lt;em&gt;suggest&lt;/em&gt; you to spend the whole shopping day at Malaysia. Its not that bad, after all. had a full lunch plus my &lt;u&gt;mushroom soup.&lt;/u&gt; for just 25singapore bucks. waaaaaaaaaaaah! i was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;happy!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to Singapore,&lt;br /&gt;went to Kallang National Stadium and watched this Rally shit. i havent learnt to appreaciate it yet, BUT I WILL! the cars were super nice. &lt;em&gt;I LIKEEEE~!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;went for lunch again and home i was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im loving &lt;strong&gt;cheese hotdogs. &lt;/strong&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wish i could pour these words.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and take you away again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;take care you lovely shitheads. =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/9317847-115609001278914422?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/115609001278914422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=115609001278914422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115609001278914422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115609001278914422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/08/netball-cwp-johore-3days-of-boredom.html' title='netball. cwp. johore. 3days of boredom.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-115582975898346237</id><published>2006-08-18T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T23:49:19.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fundraising. tests. moneky laughters. soccer.</title><content type='html'>today was one of the greatest day ever lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;the day i have nothing on after school&lt;/u&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazique was with me like &lt;strong&gt;80%&lt;/strong&gt; of the day today. and i was especially HAPPY. especially on the later part of the day.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;i just enjoys his company very much lah. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dont think differently ahh.&lt;/span&gt; he didnt come yesterday again. so when i saw him in class at 7am today. I was &lt;em&gt;delighted&lt;/em&gt; can. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was &lt;u&gt;SC fund-raising&lt;/u&gt;. it wasnt much a blast. but i must admit i got to know some of them a little better. my social department people are just so friendly and easy to talk to. &lt;em&gt;i like~&lt;/em&gt; i was in charge of MARSHMELLOWS with CHOCfudge. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as much as i hate marshmellows, they do look pretty. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i skipped Geography test and Maths. i quickly rushed back when it was History test. MrSaravanan gunduuuuuu ah he. he scared me. so i studied extra hard. &lt;em&gt;padehal&lt;/em&gt; the paper was the same damn thing. i hope i get A1. :) and Ms Wicky didnt come. so Hazique helped me with my Maths. had Science test after that. and then school ended. for the next &lt;strong&gt;2hours&lt;/strong&gt;, i went loitering around school. i just didnt know where to go laaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hazique amirul said they wanted to jam. but cancelled in the end. &lt;em&gt;dumb.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i ended up sitting with them. and hell i laughed alot. like you know,the feeling  when you laughed so bad until your stomach muscles start to really pull, to the extent that it'll hurt? that was the feeling. but its a very nice feeling, when you think about it again. how often are you sooooo amused, you end up laughing like that? =D didnt know what started it tho. Amirul laugh was just, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;contagious&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; but he thought mine was. so WTHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shamim all had a &lt;u&gt;soccer match&lt;/u&gt;. hahaa. it was more of a play2 kind of thing. they brought their boots. i didnt have any. so i wore sukashi's friend's that she didnt want to use. and it fits nicely. (: the game started with just 6 people. increased and increase to almost more than 20 people. &lt;em&gt;useless fellas.&lt;/em&gt; haha. i liked the game. the skills and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;for those who thinks a girl cant play soccer or shouldnt play soccer. change your mindset babes. the world is changing. so dont give me sarcastic remarks. ty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;the game was kind of boring. the ball &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; goes to my side. so you can say im &lt;em&gt;useless&lt;/em&gt; too lah. ahahaha. but then &lt;u&gt;Jovan&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;Peck Ann&lt;/u&gt; joined and played too. [seriously speaking, i dont know who the hell peck ann is. but wth.] i forgot the score. but my team scored alot! YAY~  happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it ended. me and a few others played skillful soccer. ahaha. everytime Hazique said my skill tak menjadi, i'll run after him. one whole round. our ''heart attack'' was damn hilarious. ahahaha. i laughed like a mad idiot. i literally &lt;em&gt;rolled &lt;/em&gt;on the ground. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kay, now everyone who knows my laughing secret, shadaaap ahhhh. haha. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; they threw water bags from behind, ran around the whole school ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets just cut it short!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it was damn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;chaotic&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but fun! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall let you guys see my trademark soccer skill &lt;em&gt;tak-menjadi&lt;/em&gt; one day. so played a game of volleyball too. and tried goalkeeping .. all that shits lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i declare today, &lt;strong&gt;17th August 2006&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SUPER FUN! &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a call from my brother, forgetting his keys. it was already 6.30. rushed back home with Hazique. funny ass who names his sisters. ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess who i saw for less than 5 minutes in 913 today? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it was nice seeing you again, milkchocolatessss ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dead beat.&lt;br /&gt;did some homework. watched Mathilda get kicked out. and Paul with his hot clothes. and here i am. just finished typing out literature essay. dammit. HAHA. kay im half-dead. im like deprieved of my sleep sey.&lt;strong&gt; i need my sleep&lt;/strong&gt;, like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay byebye.&lt;br /&gt;take care youuu lovelies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;goodbye for now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ive lost all hope in you.&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/9317847-115582975898346237?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/115582975898346237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=115582975898346237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115582975898346237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115582975898346237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/08/fundraising-tests-moneky-laughters.html' title='fundraising. tests. moneky laughters. soccer.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-115574494352360930</id><published>2006-08-17T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T00:15:43.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>track.</title><content type='html'>Wednesday's lessons are always so draggyy. you'll just go ''&lt;em&gt;BLEARGH!&lt;/em&gt;''&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;haha. some main things i noticed. Ms Low is getting more and more &lt;u&gt;agitated&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;angry&lt;/u&gt; each day. &lt;strong&gt;my ears hurt,&lt;/strong&gt; seriously&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; mother tongue didnt go that bad. for one &lt;em&gt;simple &lt;/em&gt;reason, Rohman wasnt present. like, super &lt;strong&gt;YAY!! &lt;/strong&gt;i remembered English lessons, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;highlight&lt;/span&gt; of the day. things were so intense. people said some stuffs. teacher get insulted, and she just left us doing our own things. &lt;em&gt;just heartbreaking.&lt;/em&gt; then the whole class decided to apologize. but instead of saying, ''SORRY teacher'',&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 ...&lt;br /&gt;2 ...&lt;br /&gt;3 ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*sings a birthday song* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalalaalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay, it was damn hilarious. even wicky laughed. AWWW. kay, everything was solved. we've got a second chance at our compos. &lt;u&gt;THE DAY WAS SAVED&lt;/u&gt;, by &lt;strong&gt;2e3&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had DnT test just now. hahahaha. i didnt fill like &lt;strong&gt;60%&lt;/strong&gt; of the paper, basically cos i didnt know anything! haha. most of the class didnt study tho. im just praying my drawings are good enought to pass. &lt;em&gt;OH WELL~&lt;/em&gt; spent the rest of the period disturbing Syafaat abt his new found glory. nyaaaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AND FINALLY SCHOOL ENDED. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, chilled a while. and went early for Track. yes, track. dont ask. i just went cause i had nothing better to do. and Rauf wanted me to go, so i went laaaaaaaaah. quite okay. but i hate slopes, can? brrrr. no one really went there. except for Wentong and friends and Sindhu all. went back to school quickly after that. i just dont like being around very few people. =_="okay nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to school, chilled and discovered Faiz &lt;em&gt;twisted &lt;/em&gt;his leg. OUCH! yes, you can say that again. (: didnt had much mood today. dont know why&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. &lt;em&gt;empty feelings question me.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i headed home at 6. did some revision. ive got 2 tests tml. &lt;strong&gt;history&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;science. &lt;/strong&gt;supposingly Geog too, but im not gonna be in class for the first few periods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna have Fund-Raising tml. &lt;u&gt;please do support!&lt;/u&gt; thank youuuuuuu. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched Singapore Idol today. i was kind of delighted when i found out the genre this week was, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;R.O.C.K.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; woooooooooo! yay. hahaa. everyone did very good. I thought Jasmine rocked ''Sweet Child O'mine''. and Paul look exceptionally hot. idk why. UHHHH, nevermind. i dont know who im rooting for. but Hady got many supporters ahh! surprise2. if you think Hady is cute, i think &lt;s&gt;my&lt;/s&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Hadi&lt;/strong&gt; is cuter laaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay my comp is getting laggy and laggy-&lt;strong&gt;er. &lt;/strong&gt;pfft. irritating kiaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this feeling hides. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i cant help it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;show me again, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that pathway of love. &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/9317847-115574494352360930?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/115574494352360930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=115574494352360930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115574494352360930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115574494352360930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/08/track.html' title='track.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-115565628741525526</id><published>2006-08-16T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T23:38:08.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>he's back! skipped netball.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;im feeling &lt;u&gt;HAPPY!&lt;/u&gt;  (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;everything's fine now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and school went alright. Hazique is back !! i missed his company the last few days he was away. &lt;em&gt;dumb.&lt;/em&gt; my daily recess duities starts today. get to skipped wicky's english lesson for the last 10 minutes. im actually loving it. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, at least for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; im taking care of the place which everyone will pass. and its great! i said hello's and talked and laughed instead of asking them not to bring the food out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wth. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lessons were kind of draggy actually. but its okay. mother tongue i was sitting right at the back, in front of Deddy. nice place uh. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cosy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (: actually, there was this audition thingy on teacher's day. but &lt;u&gt;due to unforseen circumstances&lt;/u&gt;, i last minute backed out.  but ohhhhh come on. im sure they can manage. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed for a while to see what was going on. it was around 3.30 when i left. for somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY,&lt;br /&gt;i watched some &lt;strong&gt;movie trailers&lt;/strong&gt; just now. and im SOO tempted to watch a movie sooon! i watched &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Lake House&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; last week. i think it was the most romantic movie i've ever watched. better than Titanic! or any other classic &lt;u&gt;love stories&lt;/u&gt; you could think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was about &lt;em&gt;waiting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried at a couple of scenes. its just so touching. ):&lt;br /&gt;*sobs sobs*&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;u&gt;must-watch&lt;/u&gt; movie. GO WATCH IT! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next up! I want to watch &lt;strong&gt;CLICK!&lt;/strong&gt; anyoneeeeee? ;D&lt;br /&gt;no im just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;let me save up first. nyahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i cant help myself, let alone you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tired of making love to a memory.&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/9317847-115565628741525526?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/115565628741525526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=115565628741525526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115565628741525526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115565628741525526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/08/hes-back-skipped-netball.html' title='he&apos;s back! skipped netball.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-115556434646485249</id><published>2006-08-15T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T22:05:46.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school went pretty great today.&lt;br /&gt;just a lil &lt;em&gt;mixed &lt;/em&gt;feelings here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE first thing in the morning. Hazique didnt come. high fever. AH poor thing. played volleyball as per-normal. i think its just my team. loseeee only. hahaha. but it was very &lt;strong&gt;intense&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;exciting&lt;/strong&gt;. [the game laaaa]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history lessons &amp; so on. lit was weird? i kind of hated it. but i love my enthusiastic group!! and more and more tests and projects and presentations coming my way this whole week. &lt;strong&gt;HECTIC. &lt;/strong&gt;yes, you can say that again. =_="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was SC meeting after school. duty rooosters and SC fund-raising! well, it sounds fun to me! (: social people are nice. and some are just too talkative. lalala~ and Nathaphol talk too much. pfft. sat with Illya and Afiqah after that. did some homework. and then they accompanied me to jamming centre. went ''jam'' with haikal joshua and amirul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought of a name for us.&lt;br /&gt;but havent confirmed. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed to chongpang to meet Lee &amp; co. chilled and went to see yasmin all dance at this multi-purpose hall. and here i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;something really bad happened yesterday. dear god, please dont this to him anymore. i wish i could exchange my fortunes for something in return. heh. it looks as if its a dead end. but you havent lost everything. we all are still hoping and praying. heh. its not your fault lah okay. its just one of god's obstacles. and you have to face it calmly. we'll be beind you. take care, wherever you all. we longed to see smile again. hehz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: im so easily pissed with people nowadays. so dont try me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PPS: hey classmatess. ILU~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-115556434646485249?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/115556434646485249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=115556434646485249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115556434646485249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115556434646485249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/08/school-went-pretty-great-today.html' title=''/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-115531047736130761</id><published>2006-08-14T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T22:46:38.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back blogging people.</title><content type='html'>its been quite a while. things happened. ALOT passed. let me just give a quick review on what i&lt;em&gt; can&lt;/em&gt; remember alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;main highlights;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;talentime.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was such an experience. i screw up. was the first one up. mic wasnt ready. i had to restart. HAAAA, what a start for talentime. but believe it or not, i wasnt nervous. i guess i was more nervous backstage instead of in front of all the audience. i was quite at ease when i saw illya and afiqah and diana cheering for me as soon as i went out the curtains. cool people. i love you guys laaaaaaaaa. &lt;em&gt;mwah~ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all were short of time. unfortunately, didnt get to see the video of us auditioning. darn. and till now, i still havent got my certificate. wth. DANRUZAH won. woooooooo! salutes. obvious winner.. *winks winks* funny, i heard someone saying, '' &lt;em&gt;when lah a BAND is gonna win talentime.&lt;/em&gt; '' ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student Councillor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like thanking Mr Saravanan a thousand times. haha. he's the only teacher that touched my heart. he almost made me cry just now. pfft. ANYWAY, he nominated me. i got interviewed. i passed. and here i am. &lt;u&gt;breaking the rules of the school&lt;/u&gt;. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th August '06 was the councillor investiture. fyi, im in the Social Department and my head is Farhanah! hehe. social people are sociable and friendly. YAY. i likee. things have been okay so far. meetings and morning spot checks. its been just 2 weeks since i wore a tie everyday to school. so its not that bad, &lt;em&gt;yet. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look outtt. more events coming up! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;National Day Celebration.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was very eventful. the morning assembly was abit hfjwbcufcbrefj lah. but the events after that was alright. Sec 2s &lt;u&gt;handball&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;  last minute i was playing. borrowed Afiqah's red shirt. was fun. but i cant score siaaaaakk. no fair. hmmphhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syafaat Hazique Deddy JiaYang Afiqah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;my teamates!&lt;/u&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;thank you for supporting me all the while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last game, i was pissed. when it ended, i was angry/breathless/disappointed in myself. i just went to a corner and 'fainted'. HAHA. i could hear voices. almost blacked out. Muthe want to step funny lah he. ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was okay after that, sat with Shamim Muthe and co. was laughing like a &lt;strong&gt;mad&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;monkey&lt;/strong&gt;. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just cut my hair just now. at Toa Payoh. by this hot auntie. she's got a son. but looks 20+. im happy with it. my mom's happy with it. and so is lee. ahahah. i went to Khatib after the haircut. to meet up with Dan Lee Moran &amp; co. they were making a movie. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;interesting. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures will come, later later lah eh.&lt;br /&gt;nyaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, this skin was made by &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shamim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; [im gonna give her a BIG hug tml!] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its really pretty.  I merely told her a few things i wanted, and it was so PERFECT!&lt;br /&gt;i love you laaaaa dok! =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Saravanan's back !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i shall listen &lt;em&gt;VERY&lt;/em&gt; attentively in class. (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;especially history lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i missed him soo much can.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i shall &lt;u&gt;savour every&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;moment of him&lt;/u&gt; in AI and never let him down!&lt;br /&gt;2-3 months left with dear 2E3.&lt;br /&gt;bwah,&lt;br /&gt;i shall cherish them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much LOVEEEEEEEE,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: sorry for those who's been waiting for me to update all these while. been a lil caught up with stuffs. or maybe im just lazy. =x. hahahaha. dont know. but im back now. and i shall &lt;em&gt;try&lt;/em&gt; my best to post every possible time i can okay? (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i wish i was the girl in your life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&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/9317847-115531047736130761?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/115531047736130761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=115531047736130761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115531047736130761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115531047736130761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/08/back-blogging-people.html' title='back blogging people.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-115376005045149886</id><published>2006-07-25T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T00:54:10.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>faizah's feeling down. =(</title><content type='html'>p.e. first thing in the morning. &lt;u&gt;2.4KM run&lt;/u&gt;. sweet Wentong accompanied me. he was such a gentleman, even when running. hahahaheeehehoohoo (: completed it, &lt;strong&gt;passed&lt;/strong&gt;. 5 points. YAY. timing, dont need to know. cause i think i did quite bad, compared to other times. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lessons were great, somehow. Ms Tay is making me laugh everytime she scolds. HAHA. it seems that, every teacher that came into class and started scolding, i find it &lt;em&gt;amusing&lt;/em&gt;. after the first few periods of sitting in front, without Illya, it got kinda boring. so i went alllll the way back. where the &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;'&lt;/em&gt;kampong glam'&lt;/u&gt; people is. HAHAHAHAA.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazique thinks im crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting at the back gives me instant laughing pills.&lt;br /&gt;just &lt;em&gt;non-stop.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall,&lt;br /&gt;school was kinda fun lah ehhhhh. im back from my smiling/laughing non-stop now that my ulcer has healed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;thank you white blood cells! (:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want photoshop, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pretty please. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember, on friday i went for counsillor's interview? Nathaphol told me, i passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;''and so what does that mean, again? '' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. DAMN.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what's next.&lt;br /&gt;lets hope for the best, and no &lt;strong&gt;not-enough-sleep&lt;/strong&gt; days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finish school. BOOO.&lt;br /&gt;had a bit of lunch and then went up to dance studio.&lt;br /&gt;me, Sukashi, Fatimah, Filzah &amp; Hanim were&lt;em&gt; conquering&lt;/em&gt; it. we just &lt;strong&gt;loved &lt;/strong&gt;having wide/big/large mirrors. so we catwalked, danced, made funny faces and laughed our heads off. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;especially me. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left earlier, while they were practising their dance. took my own sweet time and walked to Chong Pang macs. met Azli Moran Dan. ate and just chilled at coffeeshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after sooooooooooo many months, i finally get to eat my &lt;strong&gt;beancurd.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;3.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yummyliciossss~&lt;br /&gt;thank you Lee, for that. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we sat at a &lt;u&gt;table tennis table.&lt;/u&gt; YES, i didnt make any typo errors.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no life asses. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;until 6. which then, i slowly made my way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw WICKYWICKYWITCH in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;nyahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i cant sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i cant breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when you're around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-115376005045149886?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/115376005045149886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=115376005045149886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115376005045149886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115376005045149886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/07/faizahs-feeling-down.html' title='faizah&apos;s feeling down. =('/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-115303929240236658</id><published>2006-07-14T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T00:25:31.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUBILANT.</title><content type='html'>yay~&lt;br /&gt;JUBILANT.&lt;br /&gt;i paid a freaking &lt;strong&gt;10bucks&lt;/strong&gt; for this. and im gonna like it.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excited, YES.&lt;br /&gt;but i was a little irritated when most of my friends had their own &lt;em&gt;partners&lt;/em&gt; to go with. i know lah ive got no &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;bf. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but im happy&lt;/span&gt; =) haha. so anyway, i managed to drag someone along. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thank you lah. i really really appreciate you come all the way from school just to accompany me to jubilant. heh. im sorry if i may not show it much. but nothing else could beat this grateful feeling inside. thank you. &lt;em&gt;i dont think i need anyone else. cos i have you.(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH ANYWAY,&lt;br /&gt;i went all the way to tampines and met Azli after school. he ended early. and havent eaten all day. poor thing. =( so, we straight away head to raffles place and find our way to VCH. we were the early birds. were there around 6.30 already. saw some band members outside, having their break. and i was just &lt;strong&gt;so &lt;/strong&gt;happy to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then wanted to find some decent food place to eat. but around VCH, there was &lt;strong&gt;none &lt;/strong&gt;that was nearby. so we skipped that. hehz. well, soon &lt;em&gt;everyone&lt;/em&gt; slowly started to arrive. was practically jumping and screaming. LOLs. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;even though i saw them in school like a few hours ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;=.="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.30pm sharp!&lt;br /&gt;went in .. the JUBILANT booklet was kinda suckyyyyyyy eh. the pages stick!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now the &lt;u&gt;most &lt;strong&gt;chaotic&lt;/strong&gt; part &lt;/u&gt;of all!&lt;br /&gt;we went searching for nice seats like 22022022022 times. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[i like 22. haha. ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Nathaphol and this other 'cameraman' friend of his helped us choose seats. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but i wasnt happy like, most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i want in front2!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but i dont wanna be seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but then i wanna sit with someone i know around me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but then i wanna seat in the middle pulak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but then i wanna seat behind someone who wont block me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;but then i wanna seat on the left side of the hall. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;see the &lt;strong&gt;scene&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;i was a fussy girl. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;in the end, sat with filzah harrith sukashi weigen firman wani izzat siddiq. =D i got quite a nice view. somewhere in the middle but at the left side. hakz. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*APPLAUSE*&lt;br /&gt;.... and the show begins. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;choir. band. solos. and stuffs like that. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont know wad the heck is wrong with Mr. Row. he has issues. &lt;em&gt;bleargh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/1600/JUBILANT%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/320/JUBILANT%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/1600/JUBILANT%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/320/JUBILANT%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;whole thing ended, and we started to walk slowly out. i saw &lt;u&gt;ILLYA.&lt;/u&gt; congratulate her. she looked like &lt;strong&gt;paul twohill&lt;/strong&gt; from on stage. like really lah! not kidding. she's &lt;em&gt;MY&lt;/em&gt; paul ehhhhhh. =D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;saw those &lt;em&gt;'flowerpots'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wadever lah ehh you allll. =_="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;slowly walked to Penin. and i took pictures of them along the way. stopped by this airconditioned coffeeshop at penin and got some prataaaaaa. it was heavenly good, considering the fact that i havent eaten since recess! lol. &lt;p&gt;kay then we slowly head back homeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;now pictures! &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/1600/JUBILANT%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/320/JUBILANT%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;girls + the extra-gay-boy. *grins*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/1600/JUBILANT%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/320/JUBILANT%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;swwwwweeeeeettt. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/1600/JUBILANT%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/320/JUBILANT%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AH~ so cute, with the lightstick. teeeheehee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/1600/JUBILANT%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/320/JUBILANT%20020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;firmanininininini, tired daaaaa after race. HAHA. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/1600/JUBILANT%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/320/JUBILANT%20023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;weigen and sukashi. super tall + super short. lols.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/1600/JUBILANT%20047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/320/JUBILANT%20047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lazyasses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/1600/JUBILANT%20048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/320/JUBILANT%20048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;across us, dies. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;can i be your last memory?&lt;/em&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/9317847-115303929240236658?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/115303929240236658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=115303929240236658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115303929240236658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115303929240236658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/07/jubilant.html' title='JUBILANT.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-115290109821785296</id><published>2006-07-13T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T02:18:18.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hectic week. netball, napha.</title><content type='html'>this week is SO &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hectic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemme start with .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;monday, &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to have swimming. but out of lack of mood, i went lepaking around northpoint and khatib with azli and gang. sukashi was supposed to have track. but skipped. i was practically running all around the school finding illya. but she wasnt back from rehearsal. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my heart turned cold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and everything seems to go wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;shitttt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont wish to see you, anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dragged sukashi along with me. went to northpoint and ate KFC. ahhhhhhh~ my zinger love. and then headed to khatib and met with lee dan azwan and moran. they played street soccer. oh well. just stayed and watched to pass time. headed back home after that. slept like a pig. zZzZzZzZzZ. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;tuesday, &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i had history lesson today. &lt;strong&gt;sad news&lt;/strong&gt;. mr saravanan is &lt;u&gt;leaving&lt;/u&gt; for some wadever shit. ^%$#@! darn it lahhh. and he said he &lt;em&gt;may or may &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;be coming back. that is double sad news okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i shall bid goodbye~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sighs, things cant be any sadder for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'll miss you. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had netball. didnt know WHY i was actually &lt;u&gt;looking forward&lt;/u&gt; to it. oh well. training wasnt that tough. i enjoyed it. heheheeee. *gleee* there was this new coach. she was okay lahhh. looks fierce. but i guess she's not fierce, &lt;strong&gt;YET.&lt;/strong&gt; but she's damn &lt;strong&gt;strict&lt;/strong&gt;. every &lt;em&gt;little &lt;/em&gt;thing she'll notice. no earings. no hair can touch your forehead .. all that shit. and our way of running for the ball oso changed. AH, i shan't elaborate. not as if you understand wad im talking about right.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahah. i crack myself up. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time training finishes, it started to rain VERY heavily. juniors trained in the small shelter. boringgggg. haha. me dian and filzah just chilled. vain-ed. talk-ed. and things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like days with school being so packed with people. people finishing from their CCAs. people having track. people who basically just hanged around school and created trouble ... hahaa. lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Filzah,&lt;br /&gt;you could &lt;strong&gt;stop&lt;/strong&gt; hiding my phone and making me yell like a baby now. =D&lt;br /&gt;thankyou. MUCH appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;ilu~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i soooooo wanted to play in the rain. but my rainy buddies are not in. =( so some of the netballers took at long 800 busride to northpoint. walked around. yadayada~, headed back home. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;wednesday, &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate dnt&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[note, the ultra big fullstop. HAHA.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took my own sweet time and eat in the school canteen after school. &lt;u&gt;i loved the atmosphere.&lt;/u&gt; went to play volleyball with renee for a while, behind dnt block. hehe. &lt;em&gt;chaotic, &lt;/em&gt;but fun! then me filzah and the rest did our 5 items test. hehe. now i got stomach, thigh, hemstring muscle ache. NYAHA. played, ran around the school after that. FUN. and times like these, i wish i was in track. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the feeling was very nice. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played soccer-volleyball-netball-catching all in one. SUPER FUN lahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed back home after that. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fuck memoriess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you stole my heart, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ripped it out. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-115290109821785296?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/115290109821785296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=115290109821785296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115290109821785296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115290109821785296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/07/hectic-week-netball-napha.html' title='hectic week. netball, napha.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-115245640631389227</id><published>2006-07-10T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T23:48:48.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cute picnic! =)</title><content type='html'>today was fun. but the weather wasnt on our side. we had a very little &lt;u&gt;cute picnic&lt;/u&gt;! why cute? cause its under this little square shelter at seletar reservior. it was very cosy and &lt;s&gt;warm&lt;/s&gt; cold. [since it was raining. haha.] but we had a mini barbeque too. wow. everything was prepared. they were chicken wings. hot dogs. and burger patties! sweeeeettttt. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was Azli, Moran, Danial, Azhar, Azwan, Faddie, Jaykin, and me! and some last minute invited guests too. HAHAHA. =P &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and some couldnt make it. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was really fun. the food ended up &lt;strong&gt;unfinished&lt;/strong&gt; in the end. altho its a little small, but its really cosy uh somehow. so close together. having to watch how &lt;u&gt;Azhar&lt;/u&gt; &lt;em&gt;struggling&lt;/em&gt; to get the fire burning. and &lt;u&gt;Azwan&lt;/u&gt; who kept eating the food without waiting for the rest, AND PLUS! &lt;em&gt;being stupid allllllll the time. &lt;/em&gt;HAHA. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well hello &lt;u&gt;Crazy Frog&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;*waves*&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking to the toilet is soo much of a hassle. its SOo far from where we are sitting. but the place is really peaceful. but it gets a little scary at night. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started to get dark. did some last round of barbequing and we slowly pack up. people kept leaving me along in the shelter, going to the toilet .... and they'll take sucha long time. [cause its far, remember?] YEAH. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after packing and all, they took this &lt;u&gt;WHEELBARROW,&lt;/u&gt; [yes, a wheelbarrow.] and bring the barbeque grill plus water cooler plus all the other stuffs and literally drag the whole thing back to azli's house. which is ... acceptably far. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, put the things down, and they went for soccer somewhere near yishun. but i headed back home. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i would like to thank those who organize this little cute picnic for us. i know you guys have put in a lot of effort to make this little cosy picnic. thank you for the food. the laughters. and the fun moments. although it was raining, i really had fun. thanks you guys. =) i look forward to more okay!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;u&gt;your crazy frog.&lt;/u&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a very busy week ahead. i have things everyday after school this week. SHIT. yes i can say that again. SHIT! hahaha. here is goesssssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;monday : &lt;/strong&gt;i have swimming after school. well see if im going or not. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tuesday : &lt;/strong&gt;SHIT! there's netball. shit shit shit shit. but its coach selection thingy. soooo i guess it wont be that tiring. ;) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wednesday : &lt;/strong&gt;NAPHA test - 5 items. kayyyyy. lets just say i'll suck at &lt;u&gt;pull ups&lt;/u&gt;. since primary 5 sey! HAHA. i just wanna get a 4point for everything. can? &lt;em&gt;yay. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thursday : &lt;/strong&gt;there is school. but there's JUBILANT toooooo. wheee~ im going im going im going. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyone? =XX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friday : &lt;/strong&gt;no school! YAY-NESS? hahahha. the start of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Baybeats!&lt;/u&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;im meeting you, and you, and you! yay. this is soooooo the time for me to meet everyonee. like a super big gathering! haha. COOL. =D see you thereee. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;this week is so hectic. &lt;/p&gt;but it is interesting. yay. hehe. i need to save up. HAAA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;take care everyone. till we meet again. ;) toooooooooooodles~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-115245640631389227?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/115245640631389227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=115245640631389227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115245640631389227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115245640631389227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/07/cute-picnic.html' title='cute picnic! =)'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-115236028813507574</id><published>2006-07-09T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T20:06:12.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pissed. i wanna go out!</title><content type='html'>im feeling quite pissed.&lt;br /&gt;the whole family left me &lt;strong&gt;alone&lt;/strong&gt; at home, when i wanted to be a good girl and stay at home. cos i &lt;em&gt;thought&lt;/em&gt; they'd be going out and for once, im able to follow. &lt;u&gt;this is stupid.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could have been at esplanade right now with rhaiki they all. i could have been in town to catch a show or smth. i could have been out lepaking somewhere if they told me earlier thay had no plans. ^%$#@!~ i want to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FCUK. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mood swings is really getting to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh cmon faizah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its not a status, its a mindset.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a mindset. a mindset. a mindset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*faints* :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother is amazingly strong. its a good thing. he's a good actor. heh. i dont know how he does it. but he kept it all. he sang to me just now. a new written song. it was .... nice. but it got me crying. like a stupid baby. hehz. kay im feeling sad again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll blog sometime later. im effing hungry can. grrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;toodlez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dont wanna fall in love anymore. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-115236028813507574?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/115236028813507574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=115236028813507574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115236028813507574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115236028813507574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/07/pissed-i-wanna-go-out.html' title='pissed. i wanna go out!'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-115229340755274496</id><published>2006-07-08T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T01:30:07.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>went to cck stadium to watch nationals.</title><content type='html'>maybe i &lt;strong&gt;shouldnt&lt;/strong&gt; have come to school today. i felt sooooooooo sleepy. OH, maybe cos of yesterday night. haha. stayed up a little to help that someone. hahaha. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and no, you dont owe me anything. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i &lt;strong&gt;did&lt;/strong&gt; come to school. remembered to bring my tie. mr saravanan was weird today. ahaha. how come i feel as if im the only one in class who likes him, like sincerely likes him as a teacher? haha. SAD. he'll be leaving us in a week's time. for some reservice. heh. times like this. i cant afford to lose him. EEEEEE. i sound like im in love. but no. he teaches me history good lah. and i dont want that to change. now new teacher will come. and i dont know if i can do that same. he teachers magic okayyyyyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH, wadeverrrrr. i'll make it through, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had this assembly show, on internet/chat. i wasnt really paying attention. cos the heat was getting to me. i was complaining so much to cherissa lahhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE 2E3. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;straight after school, went to Khatib mrt and we headed to CCK stadium. where the track nationals are held this year. but we ate at Lot 1 before that. at KFC. sukashi was rushing rushing ehhhhh. &lt;em&gt;tak sabar dier.&lt;/em&gt; *winks winks winks* alot other schools were there. HAHA. duh. got in time to watch 4X100m c boys. there were good uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the feeling when you watch these track meets. and a netball game, 2 different sotries. but somehow i felt a sense of belonghing to the track world. cause i feel, somehow, i can shine. the only person to blame if you lose is, you. ahh. i hate this feeling. i love track. but i cant be in track. i have desicionsn to make. AH, this is sooo like a love triangle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then me filzah sushi head back home lah slowly. MRT was darn packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the heat. the heat. the heat. &lt;em&gt;cannot carry siaaaaa. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched the last episode of C.I.D. just now. i cant believe i cried, &lt;strong&gt;twice.&lt;/strong&gt; aiyooo. then suddenly i got so emo-ed. followed by a terrible headache. haha. god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you'll only realise how much you love someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;after you lose them. &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/9317847-115229340755274496?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/115229340755274496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=115229340755274496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115229340755274496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115229340755274496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/07/went-to-cck-stadium-to-watch-nationals.html' title='went to cck stadium to watch nationals.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-115229147921099696</id><published>2006-07-07T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T00:57:59.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chong pang. realisations.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its amazing how &lt;strong&gt;rain&lt;/strong&gt; can make things so much better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school starts at 8.15. but the night before, i took that fact for granted. so i slept a little late. and this morning, i woke up late! at 7.10. rushed. planned to walk to admiralty. but just when i left the lift, it started raining &lt;em&gt;oh-so-heavily. &lt;/em&gt;so i went ALL THE WAY UP again. to get my umbrella. and waited for the bus. i thought i was late, cause i was suppose to meet filzah at 7.40 and the bus will come soon after. but i saw Iswandi in the bus. &lt;em&gt;phew~ &lt;/em&gt;saw Filzah at admiralty busstop too. double &lt;em&gt;phew~ = phew phew. &lt;/em&gt;HAHAHAHAHA. sounds weird. ok nevermind. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasnt late after all. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only had 4 periods! yay. but now some ingenious teacher/HD have new CA2 plans. there'll be no exams. but have to do &lt;strong&gt;alot&lt;/strong&gt; of projects. sighhhhhssss. i think this way, i'd rather have exams. handwritten paper exam. easier kan! its either you fail or pass. &lt;strong&gt;NO &lt;/strong&gt;presentations. &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt; researches. &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt; groups. somehow i just hate them. its so complicated can. grrrrrr~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lunch in school canteen after school, when we are realeased at 1.10.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; [and yes, those people behind meyou can mock me all you want. its entertaining. (: ] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;then me sukashi and filzah followed durrah atiqah and yanlin go makan somewhere around yishun lib. thats when i started to miss my mp3. hhahahahahaha. cos it've been dead for quite some time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed to northpoint. sushi and me wondered around like crazy women. HAHAHA. then i head home. it was early. around .. 4? yea. boringggggg. and at home, got some shocking, not-so-plesant news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but i dont need anyone right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're too far gone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont come back, now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-115229147921099696?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/115229147921099696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=115229147921099696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115229147921099696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115229147921099696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/07/chong-pang-realisations.html' title='chong pang. realisations.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-115228855534879319</id><published>2006-07-06T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T00:09:17.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet people invade. :)</title><content type='html'>been touched by sweet friends lately.&lt;br /&gt;AWWWWWWW. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not bragging, but i can solve maths questions myself now! [those difficult ones.] hahahaha. yays for me. okaay. dont get me started. i think Ms Rozi totally forgot about our music lesson and &lt;em&gt;abandoned &lt;/em&gt;us. haha. so we had a free period, without any teacher &lt;em&gt;looking after us.&lt;/em&gt; class was pretty quiet, all doing maths homework. &lt;u&gt;maths does magic.&lt;/u&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illya got bored, and played with Diana's hair first. then she went on to me. tied &lt;strong&gt;plaits. &lt;/strong&gt;and it was like ULTRA SUPER DUPER REALLY NICE laaaaaaaaahhhhhh, somehow. haha. i felt weird, walking past and people looking at my hair. AH, but thanks illya. sucha sweetheart! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i'd be heading home after school when filzah and sukashi got something on. and i kind of need some decent sleep. but instead, found some time and lepak-ed with lee moran dan. he cooked us burger. :) yay. then i hurt my tooth. &lt;u&gt;i need the dentist.&lt;/u&gt; *yells for help* chilled then went home soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but all i have are just my dreams.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wish that i could do the same for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-115228855534879319?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/115228855534879319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=115228855534879319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115228855534879319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115228855534879319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/07/sweet-people-invade.html' title='sweet people invade. :)'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-115202949511688911</id><published>2006-07-05T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T00:11:35.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick sick. ulcer. azli's house. :)</title><content type='html'>can i say today is &lt;em&gt;my &lt;/em&gt;BAD HAIR DAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CAN. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im falling sick. there are &lt;u&gt;symptoms&lt;/u&gt; alreadyyyy. and talking about symptoms, THAT reminded me of geography. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;symptoms of the Earth falling sick&lt;/span&gt;. hahahahahhahaa. okay dah. im talking alot of crap these days. being weird and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to pat myself in the back. i think, so far, things in class have been OKAY. i've been coping in every subject. doing their homework like straight away. listening to geography lessons. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(of course, when our dear Ms Gina Lim ''shouts'' in front of me. god, she's super hyper!)&lt;/span&gt; asking about maths questions. drawingggg. havent had history lessons yet. i bet Mr. Saravanan gonna pick on me, AGAIN. :/ aahhhhhhh nehmind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohyeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;i cant smile&lt;/u&gt;. it hurts, physically. i've got a &lt;strong&gt;BIG ulcer&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;invading &lt;/em&gt;my lips. dont ask. it's just FCUKING painful okayyyyy. i feel like ripping my whole lip out uh, sometimes. GRRRRRRRRRRR~ so, im sorry everyone if i may not reply as many as i used to last time, when you asked me a question. i may not laugh at your jokes. i may not smile. i may not even do anything! haha. cause currently, this &lt;em&gt;bloody &lt;/em&gt;ulcer of mine dont allow me to do so. thank you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me sushi filzah dan lepaked at Lee's. we cooked burger, YAY. yummy yummy. they played comp, i did homeworks. the rest went home. we sat at macs. i fell asleep there. HAHA. tired da. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can netball not start soon? PLEASE? i seriously have no mood for it. especially with this condition. GOD. *faints. :/ i want free days everyday. WHEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COMING COMING soooon ; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17july : Faiz Starplayer's 14th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;14-16july : BAYBEATS.&lt;br /&gt;21july : Racial Harmony Day.&lt;br /&gt;28july : talentime!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay, important dates on my hp calendar, that is. hahaahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i seriously hope i do well this time. i told Hadi, i dont want any guys to distract me this time. and i shall keep to my word. i shall get all my priorities straight, everytime. studies, then fun. friends, i'll treasure them like diamonds. each and every one of them. (i hope i dont disappoint you this time.) and i shall excel my way through, not only in studies, but also in how i conduct myself. mr saravanan, giving me such a chance, i cant let it go just like that uh. i will slowly prioritise. cause i know i suck at that. hehz. i dont wanna slack anymore. i need to pass science, at least. streaming year IS important. and i wanna achieve something in arts. i wanna do well in english. i wanna pass all my failed subjects. i want a percentage increase the percentage. but going through all that, i need your support. some hope. some faith. and some love too. from &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;. you know who you are. and you play a big part in shaping my future. i want you to know that. =) spread the love. xoxoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so quit your life, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and stay with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-115202949511688911?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/115202949511688911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=115202949511688911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115202949511688911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115202949511688911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/07/sick-sick-ulcer-azlis-house.html' title='sick sick. ulcer. azli&apos;s house. :)'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-115169176181761394</id><published>2006-07-01T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T00:22:43.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this weeek.</title><content type='html'>first week of school,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;TIRING.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i literally slept everyday after i reached home, almost always around 7,8plus. super tired lahhhhh. this week everyday got something on ley. HOW? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, here it comes. =D&lt;br /&gt;i'll make it short and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;monday,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day after school reopens. missed my friends. VERY much. hehe. first 2 periods was FormTeacher interaction period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;new timetable.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;new subject teachers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;things coming up in a few days/weeks time. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sports day. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;holidays.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;exams in 3 months time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so little time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HOLIDAYS.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;jubilant concert.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;theres just too much holidays, okay? :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;we no longer have Evelyn Bok. THANKGOD! last period was where mr saravanan came in and told some news. illya 'resigned' from her post. which means someone had to take over. it between me and afiqah. curse you nathaphol! you say my name for wadddd. doinkz. haha. but afiqah took the position. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PHEW!&lt;/span&gt; mr saravanan claimed i was ''&lt;em&gt;too busy for netball. and havent give me my A for history."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 things.&lt;br /&gt;firstly, im not alwayssssss toooooo busy with netball. i hardly HAVE training.&lt;br /&gt;secondly, i gave you a close to B3 from a FAIL. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh, but i love mr saravanan. he's always sarcastic. but i know deep inside he's very nice. always encouraging us to be better. ;) i loveeee picking on him as much as he loveees to pick on me. fair enough? okay good.(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;had swimming after school. me and filzah made our way there early. chilled. and just take our time to get ready. the sun was burning like no ones business. i got a new coach. and he's crazy. like &amp; ^%$#@!~!!!~!@#. like HELOOOOOOO. we are beginners. and in 10minutes, you asks us to swim 4 laps freestyle and 4 laps breastroke. can go die bodoh. HAHA. i managed my way through, walking. ahahahahahah. shhhhhhhhh. dont tell people. =_="&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;changed, bathed and headed back. we got sunburned. especially the oh-so-fair Filzah. im already burned so dont ask. =D i made my way home, sleepily. i alMOST missed my bus stop. but yay! i didnt. hahahaha. kay im getting crappy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;got home at 7.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;tuesday, &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;had real lessons. i just realised how boring my English teacher is. like English is like the main, die-die-must-pass subject in singapore. but i alwayyyysssss get boring ones. &lt;em&gt;sighs&lt;/em&gt;. but its okay! ive got my own personal ''english teacher''. *winks winks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAD ART! im starting to like art all over again. i hate 3D stuffs. but i like it when it comes to designs, patterns, abstract drawing. yeaaaaa. BETTER. now we have to draw smileys. wheee~ okay best. ahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;had HEATS FINALS today.&lt;br /&gt;me Sukashi Fatimah went to NP first and then met up with Renee Filzah. then we took 851 to the staduim. alot of people were there already. i tied my hair. like sumo wrestler. nyahaha. it looked hideous. but nevermind. i cheered and cheered and cheered so much for 100m, 200m and 1500m, i almost got no more energy for 400m. hahaha. Firman was superb. you freaaaakkk! a nice fast one. hehe. he took home 100m, 200m and 400m. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WOW. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i ran my 400m. borrowed zarina 4n1's spikes. super nice. i got 3rd. sighhs. disappointed. but losing to siewchen and laila, okaaay lah. hehe. after that everyone was super tired. me sukashi filzah harrith firman izzatmojojojojo and siddiq went ot Khatib mac. where i saw iffah! hehe. had a drink. filzah harrith had dinner. we sat and we talked and talked and talked. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;is my laughter THAT hilarious? ahahaha. okay, maybe i deserve the monkey title. but they made it turn into a donkey. you izaat! grrrrrrr~ but i love them! many many many many. hehe. oh, i love khatib too can. =X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;got home at 8plus.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;wednesday,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the draggggy day&lt;/span&gt;. we had DnT today. Mr Vasoo. =_=" starting on our new project, windchimes. hehe. i somehow, really really love my classs. and yes, like mr saravanan say, this will be the last year we all will be together .. and ive grown so attached to them. especially those im really close to. and i wonder too, wad it'll be like when we are not together anymore. sighhhhhss. sad lah. =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;me sukashi filzah just chilled in the canteen after school. when the canteen got a little empty, we headed our way to Khatib Mac, to do maths homework. filzah didnt like the stuffy weather. so she wanted some air-conditioned place. khatib mac came to mind lah. hehee. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;loveeees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;we stayed about 2 hours there, doing maths homework and laughing on how i draw emoticons. Filzah dear was my model. nyahahahha. she could make 1001 expressions sia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;angry. sad. bored. step-pretty face. shocked. &lt;em&gt;horny.&lt;/em&gt; flirtaous. sexy. surprised. shocked. disgusted. lame. super happy. confused .. you name it, she can make ALL. hahahaa. and its funny how i transform it to an emoticon. hee. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it was 4plus. i rushed my way back home. changed and quickly make my way to city hall. slept the way through the journey there. hahaha. just plain tired. well, met up with azli and his TP classmates. a bunch of very interesting nice people. :) ate at marina square. and was a little late to watch my brother's acoustic set at esplanade library. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;why does shad's originals made me cry. when i've heard it a zillion times. GOD. his songs are magical lahh. :) loves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;reached home at 9.30.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;thursday,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;today is like the best day of the week. well at least, for sec 2express's timetables. HAHA. we start school at 8.15. and ends at 1.10. i woke up at 7 from the normal 6am. took 965 to school. it was damn packed. I, the everyday-go-school-daddy-send one, is sooo not used to it. YET. we've got 3 free periods today. and 1, not considered studying at all. i was skiving. NYAHA. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so today is considered the Youth Day Celebrations. the school gave us Cornetto ice-cream. right Hadi? *smirks* hehe. everyone was smiling so widely. like this. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hehe. and there were more inevitable surprises. haha. at 12.20, lessons ended and everyone proceeded to the hall. teachers performed for us like last year. its was good. but last year's was the BEST. hehe. oh well. we were dismissed after that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ate. paid bills at northpoint and headed to stadium. me sukashi filzah firman izaat siddiq harrith fayyadh and some other people were there. but we were the particular ones lah. nyehe. spent like 3/4 hours there, just practising the baten passing. firman was our teacher for the day. poteintal track coach. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i didnt know why, but i wanted sooooo much to go home after that. slept in 858 and almost missed my bus stop. reached home at 6plus. ate, and slept. i missed singapore idol. i missed chinese show. everything! and slept. till the next day. i just couldnt take it anymore. i need some decent sleep and no computer for one day. NYAH. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;kay. im goneeeee, for now. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i'm on the outisde. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im looking in. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can see through you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see your true colours. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cos inside your ugly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ugly like __.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-115169176181761394?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/115169176181761394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=115169176181761394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115169176181761394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115169176181761394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-weeek.html' title='this weeek.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-115141982514828664</id><published>2006-06-28T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T22:50:25.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>edited picture of me.</title><content type='html'>the editor's own request, SHID, to post this picture. and so there you go.&lt;br /&gt;i LOVEEEEEE it to the core lah!!&lt;br /&gt;you editted it like, ''WHOOOAA!''&lt;br /&gt;thanks! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/1600/faizaaaah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/400/faizaaaah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-115141982514828664?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/115141982514828664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=115141982514828664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115141982514828664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115141982514828664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/06/edited-picture-of-me.html' title='edited picture of me.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-115117271381805121</id><published>2006-06-25T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T01:13:08.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some sort of quiz</title><content type='html'>i've been tagged by &lt;strong&gt;Shamim. &lt;/strong&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;INSTRUCTIONS.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;take a look at at your friends. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;list up 10 things you wanna say to 10 different people &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO NOT&lt;/strong&gt; state who they are. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO NOT&lt;/strong&gt; confirm or deny any comment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tag five other people to do this.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;these people, they held a place in my heart. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;hey sweet girlfriend. thank you for being there. since .... primary 5? yeaah. i felt as if we grew up together. from not having boyfriends. from having trouble with them. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(not gd, but i love 'em. haha. )&lt;/span&gt; from sacrificing our shopping times for our passion. from studying together. almost everything! i know we may not be going out as often or whatsoever. but i think wad matters is that we know deep inside we care for each other. and i know you are the only person i can run to when i have trouble with anything AT ALL! we share this special friendship. that no one else could ever replace. and for that i thank you, one in a million. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;although we just knew each other. in such a short period of time, you had this place in my heart. a girlfriend who has gone through a lot. and your story never fail to touched my heart, in every most possible way. maybe i did had wrong impressions on you at the beggining. getting jealous over stupid things and stuffs. but i guess i was wrong. you entered my life for a reason. the future awaits us. we'll just have to go through it. kankan? hehe. i may be not much of a help sometimes. but im always here. =) takecare ok. thank you for once, pulling me thru difficult times. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you sweet little thing. never once did i think talking to you was a problem. i could see you anywhere and we'd still be full of stories, yeah? hehe. be careful of the guys you choose. dont think you love them when you just know them for a few weeks or smth. you have all the time in the world to choose. and the never ending queue of guys waiting to capture your heart ;) but yeah. when choosing. choose carefully lah kay. love can be a VERY complicated thing. trust me. as for now, dont sadden yourself k. i cant wait to see you in school everyday! =D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my another cutey. thank you for the job offer! i really wanted to do it. but guess didnt had any time uh. so sorry. i cant believe i havent seen you for ONE WHOLE MONTH! im sooooo gonna give you a hug when i see you again on Monday! hehe. dont sadden yourself too kay. it hurts, seeing you cry over i-dont-know-wad-reason. and i cant even help. its not a nice feeling tau. but you know you can always come to me. remember like the other time in the gym? where no one else knows we were there? hehe. only &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; know wad im talking about. so cheer up okay! you crazy little cutey! =PPPP&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i felt blessed knowing you lah, somehow. in a way i could never describe. i was amazed by how sincere someone could be - someone like you. you were so true and honest. heh. at some points i feel so guilty. cause i mean, you have done almost everything for me. you've showed so much care. BUT i dont know if i can ever repay you back. i guess it'll always be this way. i dont want anything to change. wont say anything much here. but please lahhhhhhhhhh youu! stand up for yourself a little. dont be so shy all the time. nyaah! im so evil. but hehe. you still owe me something that i dont want to accept yet. kankankan? HAHA. thank you for helping me with stuffs all the time. i know i can always count on you. i find solace, in you. :) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;heys. i just saw you like a few hours ago? nyahaa. maybe people would see it as if things are oh-so-fine. but my heart says otherwise. i am not stupid, _____. your face expressions tell me everything. thank you uh for the few days when you made me like the happiest girl in the world. heh. its in my darkest memories. then you threw it all back at me. thank you. sooooooooo much lah. i dont need anything from you anymore. i was there, offering my heart to you but you just took it and throw it back at me. fine, its your loss. YOURS. and yeah, you are forgiven. ^.^ no, i have nothing agaisnt you. i just wished you said something. an apology. or something. and im still waiting. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hey you talented ass! i dont know why you are one of the 10 people thats close to my heart. but hell, you are ! you are one of those people i like, and i care for. its funny how our conversation starts. with no hello. no nothing. its either some vulgarities. or some interesting comment you'll make. hehe. and i always liked it that way. and stop stop stop demoralising yourself lahhhh. you are a much better person than that. dont say you useless or wad can? you are one talented block, i tell you! a funny one too. dont give up your passion for singing/music. kkk? whichever band you're in, you'll still be in my likes list. HAHA. :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hello. (: we seem to grew with misunderstandings. something i wish didnt exist in us. but i hope things are better now. things ARE better now right? hehe. im glad i pour out like my entire life to you the other day. im glad we cleared up all possible misunderstandings there is. and im so glad you liked the shirt. glad-beyond-words. fuh! hehe. wear it someday kayy. (((= and somehow, i look forward to more heart-to-heart talks with you uh. somehow, it clears misunderstandings up. sorry i misunderstood you the other time. it always seems as if i wanna impress you so much sometimes, that i forgot. that i wasnt being myself. heh. but thank you for caring for me soooo much. hehz. i really appreciate it lah. we may not share secrets or things like that, but HEY! im here to listen to them, if you want lah that is. hehe. and yes, you may not see it that often. but i had always been caring for you. maybe in a very &lt;em&gt;weird&lt;/em&gt; way. aha. yeaah. looking foward to see you again k! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you're the Coooooooooolest man on earth. NYAHa. i love my scandal in sandals. hehe! he may seem ordinary in your eyes. but he's not. well at least, in mine. =) you cared for me like a big brother uh. sometimes even like a boyfriend !!! i sleep late, you scold. i bedek2 say wanna wear bikini, you scold. i spent too much time with poeople im not supposed to, you scold. and you're always the first one to remind me to sleep, to pack my bag, to do very basic everyday stuff uh. and these little things, touched my heart lah in some ways. very very sweet. =) but you also evil! like to jadi 'BOMB' lahhhh. boring jer, start lah tricking me into this and that. hahaha. but yes, you can say that i enjoy it. hehe. thank you for the times you blanja me. which is like, everytime lah. thanks, alot! and for the times i saw that you tried advising me and stuffs just for my own good. im grateful for that. =) my bestest bassist in the world. aaaaahhh. can blanje me ice-cream tml? HAHA. k nehmind. ;P rawk on, ok! \m/&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;believe me when i say you held a very special place in my heart. hehz. you, already found your way into my life. and i hope you'll never leave. NEVER. aha. you've brought and taught me a thousand and one million things that i could never get from anyone else. ''we are not together. we just share this special relationship that i dont think you can understand.'' that phrase, will live forever. and im proud of who you are now. we will live to see each other grow up. hehe. you play a very big part in my life uh. and i want you to know that. things may be a little bit rocky here and there. but i'd always keep to your words. the faith, hope, and giving people chances. i think those 3 believes would help me grow up into a very mature and understanding person like you always wanted me to. ;D dont give up on yourself. if you ever felt that way, you'll know who to call. hehe. do not &lt;u&gt;ever&lt;/u&gt; give up on your music. it inspires people. it insprired me once. you've told me your future dreams, 20yrs later ... everything. and i believe you'll live up to those dreams and work hard to achieve it one day. right right right? and if ever i took the wrong path one day, i know you'd be there to guide me to the right one. and im here to tell you that i would be here to do the same. thank you, for everything that you've done for me and my life. i could only repay all that by doing the same for you. ;) memories that i'll always keep. i look forward to forming a band with you? HAHA. k bedek. smileee now dear one. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;people who i shall tag. and you those &lt;em&gt;lucky&lt;/em&gt; ones. better do it! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;azli&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;iman&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;syafiq&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fadhillah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;i cant expect you to spend forever with me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-115117271381805121?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/115117271381805121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=115117271381805121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115117271381805121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115117271381805121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/06/some-sort-of-quiz.html' title='some sort of quiz'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-115133732630395605</id><published>2006-06-25T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T23:55:26.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>esplanade with the 3ns.</title><content type='html'>apparently, i was supposed to go to idk what gig at Ngee Ann Poly. meet at 11am all that. but when i woke up, it was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;2pm&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. called Rhaiki up and all. found myself alone at home, with parents going overseas and all. my siblings all went out already. so i chilled at home. find my own food. and then slowly made my way to CityHall with Arseikin to meet Hydhir, Rhaiki, Azhiim and my new found friend, Shid. teeheehee. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had our lunch at LJS. with Azhiim sitting right opposite me, stealing my fries with lotssssss of cheese. screw you lah zhiim! aaha. the other 2 &lt;strong&gt;flower pots&lt;/strong&gt; kept saying i bubble-ed them for not going to the gig. grrrrrr. get over it man. i woke up late. sorry, kayh?  then we head to Penin. Arse bought 2 shirts. then we slowly head to esplanade. god, sometimes i love that place. but sometimes i just dont. =_="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then,&lt;br /&gt;azhiim went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was OH-SO-BORING lahhhhhhhh. idk why. like ... we did .... nothing? haha. yeaah. then suddenly Suqiman appeared with all his brother, cousins and friends. quite a lot of them. was intimidated because of i dont know what! haha. lepak-ed.  camwhore-ed a little. but pictures are limited. i look bad in pictures, now. =( AH, okayyyyyy. havent got used to my hair yet. so yeah. WAIT. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around 9, headed back home. was oh-so-sleepy. and had cravings for ramlyburger. fuh! marvellous daaaa. soo as i wished, stopped at admiralty, got my supper. and went back! yes, you could guess what i got for supper. *winks winks winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello flower pot. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;your silence seemed to fade away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-115133732630395605?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/115133732630395605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=115133732630395605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115133732630395605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115133732630395605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/06/esplanade-with-3ns.html' title='esplanade with the 3ns.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-115082557371374085</id><published>2006-06-21T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T02:52:50.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haircut, netball BBQ.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;monday, &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met my brother at town. and got a super expensive but professional haircut at &lt;u&gt;SUPERCUT&lt;/u&gt;. it cost me alot. so dont ask. but i guess it was worth it. not wrong kan, once in a while pamper yourself with some expensive stuffs just to satisfy your hunger for luxury. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhohohohhos. i shall show you how my hair looks like now. pretty short, especially the fringe. but, i like it. ;D its definately something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/1600/Netball%20BBQ%20`06%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/320/Netball%20BBQ%20%6006%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, side view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/1600/Netball%20BBQ%20`06%20028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/320/Netball%20BBQ%20%6006%20028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, back view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/1600/Netball%20BBQ%20`06%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/320/Netball%20BBQ%20%6006%20025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top view. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the layers are VERY short, yes. you can say that again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/1600/Netball%20BBQ%20`06%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/320/Netball%20BBQ%20%6006%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;right, front view. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eeeeeeeeeee. i hate my fringe. so, not .. dunno. but grrrr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;tuesday, &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i woke up at 2pm. and rushed out. met filzah kim fangli and the rest of the sec 1 juniors at yishun. kay, i was late. but reasonably late. ;D headed to FangLi's house. get those boxes and drinks. bought ice-cubes at 7eleven. took taxi to Sembawang Park. hehe. i likeee. easy life. HAHA. anyway, we met the rest there and settled. then me fangli filzah kim started to go to the playground and take crappy pictures. hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/1600/Netball%20BBQ%20`06%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/320/Netball%20BBQ%20%6006%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/1600/Netball%20BBQ%20`06%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/320/Netball%20BBQ%20%6006%20023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;alaaaaaaah. i love this. i love her. ;) and she've got my fringe now. brrrr. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(haha, kay. pictures are very limited. =X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;more came later, we played by the seaside then. the sand and all. i love, still. hehehe. just the normal things. then got back up. me and a few of them, made our way to sunplaza to get charchoal. was a fun journey. well, beats staying there and just do nothing. hakz. when we got back, all the fire started to burn already. yay. whoweeeeee~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i was more of a nuisance rather than a help around the '&lt;em&gt;painting&lt;/em&gt;' corner. ahhaha. all the honey. the chilli. the butter-ing of the stingrays and sotongs. hehe. but the outcome was marvellous. delicious beb! HAHAHA. really lahh. the food was great. i kept eating and eating. then comes the marshmellows. fuuuh. barbequed marshmellows. soooo meltish inside. ;))) hehe. dian and sharmila came later. we gossiped and caught up on things. hakz. i love them lah. we could talk about anything under the sun. but mostly ... yes. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;syob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;coach came too. so yadayadayadayada. all the food keeps coming and coming. go back full-stomach seh. hahhaa. i headed back at 9. we waited for the bus for like 40 darn minutes. but it didnt felt like it. cause i was oh-so-&lt;em&gt;happily&lt;/em&gt; talking. hahaha. but yeah. reached home quite late. around 10plus? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my phone died of me, due to low battery. AWH, poor thing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yay, and you're back. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ps: pictures come from the same day, today. haha. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes silence can seem so loud.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-115082557371374085?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/115082557371374085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=115082557371374085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115082557371374085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115082557371374085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/06/haircut-netball-bbq.html' title='haircut, netball BBQ.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-115065151079299692</id><published>2006-06-19T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T01:25:10.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random thinggggs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;''WAKA-LALALA-BANGBANG.''&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;laughs Luqman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find the way he laughs on MSN, very hilarious. and interesting too! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Father's Day, DAD. (:&lt;br /&gt;i went on a shoppipng spree yesterday. went out with the whole family to have lunch. then went to golden landmark to watch this show or smth. my mom loves them. so we just tagged along. then headed to Marina Square. my sister just got her salary. so she's planning to pay for my haircut. and she treated me and my brother to this expensive ice-cream. im in love with them. really. walked around, topshop and all the &lt;em&gt;oh-so-expensive &lt;/em&gt;shops. then my sis bought a drink from starbucks. which cost her 7bucks. MANNNNN. okay, i know it means peanuts to working people like her. but 7bucks can buy me a meal sey. *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone was tired. headed home. brother dropped me and my sister to causeway point. went to OSMOSE to get my smart shirt.  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;its saleeeeeee time beybeh!&lt;/span&gt; so i bought that and a polo tee. striped beb! hehe. then she treated me to LJS before we head home. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASF had their auditions yesty too. and saw ASHIK 3dash1. aiyeerrrrr. no fair. when's my turn then? please make it soon :))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i rotted my way at home today. everyone was out. and i didnt have anywhere to go with anyone. so stayed at home and be a good girl. online-ed and story many2 with my friends. i have tons to do this weeek. and school's starting in 8 more days. which means, this will be the last week i can jolly well wake up at 2pm everydayy knowww! hakz. bu yeah. after quite some time. i do miss my classmates. i havent seen hazique for so long !!!!! grrrrrrrrrr~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im booked this whole week. but i'll make time for &lt;em&gt;you. &lt;/em&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MONDAY&lt;/strong&gt;:  going to get my hair cut! my brother will drag me there. pleaseeee hope with me that it'll be alrite. cos i hate bad haircuts. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TUESDAY: &lt;/strong&gt;netball BBQ at sembawang park i heard? ohh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEDNESDAY:&lt;/strong&gt; netball match in the morning. 2 of them. which isnt like in AI. but at Kallang Netball Ctr. ohhhhh that place. daaaarn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THURSDAY: &lt;/strong&gt;rhaiki all that asked me along for a Sentosa trip. i guess it'll be alrite with people i love around. ehehe. and i miss them too! except for one. grrrrr. haha. we'll see how. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIDAY: &lt;/strong&gt;full dress rehearsal! holy cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weekends ......&lt;br /&gt;parents will be away. this is the time i get to go out! wooo. bestestestest. hehee. &lt;em&gt;anyone?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here comes school!&lt;br /&gt;both good, and bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;aiyoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so little time.&lt;br /&gt;so many things, undone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you said hello, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;inside im screaming iloveyou~.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you said goodnight, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in my mind im sleeping next to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-115065151079299692?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/115065151079299692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=115065151079299692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115065151079299692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115065151079299692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/06/random-thinggggs.html' title='random thinggggs.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-115061760586865566</id><published>2006-06-17T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T16:00:05.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rehearsal. mango.</title><content type='html'>talentime rehearsal was, &lt;strong&gt;crap. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came to school with filzah dear. we brought umbrellas! thank god. HAHA. reached. saw the same old people. hadi didnt come. =( but the rest of his band came. oh shit. ahaaaaa. then after all the excited-ness. we got to know our slots. &lt;em&gt;holy shit.&lt;/em&gt; i sang the same old song. i didnt make it right. &lt;em&gt;double shit&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this Terry guy sang 'An Jing'. a chinese song im in love with since, whenever. ahahhaa. i even know the lyrics lah! when he sang, damn. super duper &lt;em&gt;heart-melting &lt;/em&gt;lahhhhhhhhhhhh~ now my turn, to choose a nice nice song. suggestions, friend? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, moran dan azli fadh came back to watch us. i was a crazy lunatic running towards them when they came. until the emcees had to call me back, since it was my turn. hahahah. funny sight. so &lt;em&gt;paisey. &lt;/em&gt;well, we got quite a number of audiences too today. i like how the lighting works. like everything else is dark. and you're the only one standing in the big &lt;em&gt;high-ceiling &lt;/em&gt;hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;whooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaa. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was another run-through and yeah. that was it. the hall became a little chaotic with the people playing the drums, guitar, bass and Moran dancing to techno in his head. HAHA. then we slowly head to NP where we met the whole MANGO team there. fuhh. there were like more than 10 of them there. &lt;em&gt;literally&lt;/em&gt; blocking the whole northpoint entrance. hakz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sukashi, me, fadh followed to watch the mango match. against FC MAVENS. kay, i know like half of them lahh. ahhaa. half way through the game, i felt like going home. cause i had this major urge to go to the toilet. AHAHAHAHA. so random. but uhhh. i didnt lah. i stayed to watch the whole game. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone was so muddy. and dirty. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(ah, of course lah dirty. ahahaha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;stayed for a while, before heading my way back home. i havent eat the whole dayyyyyyyy. wanted to cooked maggie. but im oh-so-tired. so im landing on my bed soon. take care everyone! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you kissed me like you meant it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-115061760586865566?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/115061760586865566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=115061760586865566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115061760586865566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115061760586865566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/06/rehearsal-mango.html' title='rehearsal. mango.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-115039256516906436</id><published>2006-06-16T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T01:29:25.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spilled everythingggg.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;when i lose the will win&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just reach for you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i can reach the sky again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can do anything ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause your love is so amazing,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause your love inspires me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i wont dare to pour all my hearts out when somethings bothering me anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and i'll keep to this for quite a while now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to find comfort in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;but not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i deserve wad i got.&lt;br /&gt;yes, it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;truth hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i think im lost, escaping from this painful nightmare. the one which kept happening and happening, over and over again. and i'd only have myself to blame for it. im sorry. i shall realise the next time its gonna happen again. i've tripped too many times. i guess even &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; are tired of it. but im gonna pick myself right back up. and having it happen twice now, i'll know wad to avoid in the future. cause there's only one person who can put a stop to this thing happening again. and thats me. heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;slap me, or something. if im close to doing it again. cause i wish im not alone. and i hope you all are still there, helping me through all this. yes, maybe it'll take you to walk away slowly. or smth. but i guess I have to slowly take that fact. give me time. i'll try my best to make things better. and if im ever at the wrong track, stop me. well, at least. nicely. heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're not making this easy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ycnedneped&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wad about me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate to do this.&lt;br /&gt;but i'll keep to your words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i tsuj tnaw uoy ot wonk ohw i ma.&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/9317847-115039256516906436?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/115039256516906436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=115039256516906436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115039256516906436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115039256516906436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/06/spilled-everythingggg.html' title='spilled everythingggg.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-115030596937414762</id><published>2006-06-15T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T01:26:10.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel like shit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;empty.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;empty.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and times like this, makes it harder and harder to breathe.&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/9317847-115030596937414762?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/115030596937414762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=115030596937414762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115030596937414762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115030596937414762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-feel-like-shit_15.html' title='i feel like shit.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-115022127642421754</id><published>2006-06-12T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T20:03:30.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bought iman's present. iman's party.</title><content type='html'>today was iman's birthday party at one of &lt;u&gt;Changi Chalet.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but lemme start with yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;when we bought all bought iman's presents. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with Azhar. headed to Khatib MRT to meet Moran Dan &amp; Lee. some miscommunications, irsyad yusmar and azhar left for town first. i went with moran all. offf! to FarEast. headed to 2001. i still, loveeeeee ths shirts there. and havent got the chance to get hold of one. (except for the one Hadi bought for me lahhh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me lee dan moran chipped in for Iman's Matchbook Romance shirt. GOD, i love it lahhhhhh. nice kankankan, iman? heeeeee. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with fadh and hadi and all the others after that. headed to Plaza Singapura. there was like more than 10 of us there. &lt;em&gt;kecohrism&lt;/em&gt;. Hadi bought Iman his drums stuffs thereee. and soon, the girls slowly head home. the rest went to Lee's bro-in-law BBQ shit. girls not allowed daaaaa. thats why. hahaa. hadi also went home. BEST! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, yesterday was one of the earliest i came back home on a Saturday night. goooooood. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kesian hadi jln causeway point sorang2 ehh.&lt;/span&gt; :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, thats SATURDAY for you!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday, &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, the birthday party itself. Iman wrote a post all about it in his blog. go read there k. since no one posted the pictures, i shall. but then, its filled with my face! so bear with it lah ehhh. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/1600/P1030239.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/1600/P1030239.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/400/P1030239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole lot of us. at the staircase. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/1600/P1030242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/400/P1030242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GROUP PIC! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/1600/P1030248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/400/P1030248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this one.&lt;br /&gt;vicky; me; danial. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/1600/P1030252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/400/P1030252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me ; vicky my neighbour! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/1600/P1030262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/400/P1030262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yusmar ; me ; nathan. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/1600/P1030264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/400/P1030264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this took skills. &lt;em&gt;haha. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/1600/P1030277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/400/P1030277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday imannnn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the banner behind is sooooo cute! :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/1600/P1030278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/400/P1030278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me ; hadi :)))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/1600/P1030279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/400/P1030279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forced him to take a picture with me when he was eating.&lt;br /&gt;HENCE, the expression. &lt;em&gt;hahaahaha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me ; hakim osmannnnnn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kayh, im done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ps: &lt;/strong&gt;sorry for the dark pictures. we hated flashes. but we regretted it now. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-115022127642421754?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/115022127642421754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=115022127642421754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115022127642421754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115022127642421754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/06/bought-imans-present-imans-party.html' title='bought iman&apos;s present. iman&apos;s party.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-115017833281671700</id><published>2006-06-10T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T00:53:07.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>song decision. ;)</title><content type='html'>ive stopped listening to all the songs i&lt;u&gt; have been&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;listening&lt;/u&gt; to, and moved over for a while, to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;RnB/pop &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and all the&lt;em&gt; christina aguilera&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;destiny's child&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;mariah carey,&lt;/em&gt; etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just for the sake of finding a nice song for talentime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=_="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;difficult sakkkkkk. i must &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;TRY TO&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; find another song. so far, i stick to the same ballad lah. AND AND! aahhh~. im not gonna tell you wads my final song. see it for yourself on the day itself okie. :)) dont expect too much though. i most probably gonna suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay,&lt;br /&gt;i think i need &lt;u&gt;'Getting-Yourself-to-be-Thick-Skinned'&lt;/u&gt; lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyone? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i just came back from AMK.&lt;br /&gt;supposingly to cut hair today. after much much much much thought over it. i wanted to cut at &lt;em&gt;PROtrim&lt;/em&gt;. but then financial problems stopped me. woke up late and missed netball training which was supposed to be at 10am. (sorry coach!) &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;not as if she's gonna read this. ahaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; i can only blame myself for sleeping at &lt;strong&gt;2am++&lt;/strong&gt; every morning and the earliest i could wake up is &lt;strong&gt;11am&lt;/strong&gt;? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;waddddaaaahelllll lah faizah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got some news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;accompanied Filzah to town. we were &lt;em&gt;supposed&lt;/em&gt; to buy at least something! but i felt as if we walked through the whole of Orchard Road. from Heeran, all the way to Far East. we covered them all. i wanted to get my bag. but didnt manage to see them. wanted to get shirts. but i, being so fickle-minded, didnt get any at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but YAY!&lt;br /&gt;i got &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red &lt;/span&gt;studs. LOVE THEM lahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;filzah sayangggggg went home.&lt;br /&gt;i stopped by AMK and followed them pooling for a while. for once, i playeddddd. WOOOH. first time beb! ahahahaa. weird, i play with left hand? *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;kay then i head back home. after a sweeeet reminder from my brother not to be back so late. awwwh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you almost always pick the best times, to drop the worse lines.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dont say its alright, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;its killing me. &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/9317847-115017833281671700?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/115017833281671700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=115017833281671700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115017833281671700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115017833281671700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/06/song-decision.html' title='song decision. ;)'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-115004806578021192</id><published>2006-06-08T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T02:06:29.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>talentime auditions - IGOTIN! =D</title><content type='html'>past 2 days are spent on &lt;em&gt;panicking.&lt;/em&gt; HAHA. i troubled Syafiq and alllll the way to Nathan, too. just to find the frigging Christina Aguilera's - I Turn To You minus 1 track. and &lt;em&gt;thank you lah&lt;/em&gt;. for finally managing to find it for me. awwh. (: chilled with the guys too, moran dan lee. and practising at the same time LAH. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, lets talk about &lt;strong&gt;talentime auditions. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(which is like today. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;=_="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me just be frank, i started practising &lt;em&gt;late&lt;/em&gt; last night. and couldnt sleep, until 2am +++? HAHA. thanks to &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(yes, you know who you are. shaddap. )&lt;/span&gt;, i didnt wake up late. understand understood lah ehhh. its the holidays. the earliestestest i could wake up is like, 12noon? ........... OKAY, extra information. and anywayyy, i went to school super early. met up with Sukashi, Filzah &amp;amp; group and went up to the hall. the tention was already there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went in. and the first person was &lt;em&gt;*sighs*, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw disappointment. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;that empty feeling words never wanna come out. i expected a simple hello. but i guess that was too much to ask for. we shared a smile, but then i turned and looked away.why appear now, after so many days? you've got me staring more than i ever want to. can i say goodbye now? cos i mean nothing to you, anymore.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY .......&lt;br /&gt;i was S3 (which i think, thats stands for singer #3). it was just 9.45. i saw Hadi came. discouraging siaaa. he &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to laugh at me, when my turn was up. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;asshole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; so i sang, it went OKAY~ i guess? they commented. step singapore idol. and needed me to sing without the music. so yeaaaaaah. whatdehell. Syikin, the super marvellous talented well known singer, sang the same song as me too. tough luck! HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sukashi stayed to watch my so-called mini 'performance'. so i stayed for hers too. damn, her voice was angelicly marvellous. she was just too nervous. but vocal wise, PASSED with flying coloursss lah babe! hehe. we went to watch Filzah's dance group polish up their dance. FUHH. powerrrrrrrrrrr LAH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it rocked the entire hall. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stayed until the end of the auditions, to catch &lt;u&gt;The May Fur Curse&lt;/u&gt;. i lovee Luqman !!!! his voice is great lah shit. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*screams* &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;teeheehee. =D i get oh-so-excited everytime Luqman sings. and Hadi, active on the guitar. but i still prefer him with the bass laaaaaaaaah. cuteeeer. =PP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the whole damn thing, followed hadi and iman to causeway point. hoping to get some lunch. but then we talked too much. until i got to go, and meet lee dan moran. they looked like 3 drunken, stinky, havent-slept-for-days guys seh. aahahaha. all back from sleeping over Moran's house. tsktsktsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we headed to town and met Syahmi after that. had lunch and all. and soon Fadh came! walked around and everything and then we seperated and slowly head home. moran, the sleepyhead, went home to sleep. HAHA. first time uh see him so tired until dont wanna lepak. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so. the big news. Susheela, one of the talentime organizer, called and said that&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I GOT IN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from the ever-so-sleepy mood to shocked/angry mood. HAHAHAHA. i &lt;em&gt;didnt &lt;/em&gt;want to get in. but hell lah eh. if it happens, it happens. i have NO idea wad is the hell going to happen on that day. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i pretend that im glad you went away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;these four walls closing more everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and im missing you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-115004806578021192?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/115004806578021192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=115004806578021192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115004806578021192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/115004806578021192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/06/talentime-auditions-igotin-d.html' title='talentime auditions - IGOTIN! =D'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-114987659998584534</id><published>2006-06-05T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T20:58:32.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>netball. IT show. Seafood!</title><content type='html'>ohyeah ohyeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;updates!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, im changing skin very soon.&lt;br /&gt;:)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;friday,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i has netball. which was kinda tough. and it ended quite nicely, i guess? went to kpo2 and watch filzah's dance group practise hard for &lt;em&gt;talentime. &lt;/em&gt;saw sukashi! YAY. missed her. then Firman joined our big gossip jokes. hehe. lovesssssss. then, sushi accompanied me to eat instant noodles (TOMYAM) ! at Grace Cafe. hehehee. i was full, after an affordable 2bucks meal. WOOH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about money scrimping eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw some very familiar faces at NP after that. heheee. since i had nothing on after that, followed Irsyad to keith. &lt;em&gt;walked&lt;/em&gt; there seh. damn. ahahahahaa. so we just talked all the way. lots to talk about. ahahhaa. then i head home myself. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;saturday,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was very &lt;em&gt;keochrism. &lt;/em&gt;went out with family. as soon as i reach home, i went out to meet Filzah to pay up my phone bills. then i head back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as soon as i reach home, Azhar called. head to marina square to meet him and lee. planning to buy lee's laptop. but somethings delayed. and the IT show closed already. it was already 8.30 by then. slowly head homeeeeeeeee. hehee. i like the rushing rushing there. but i dont have concession. DAMN. hahaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;sunday,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my whole day out with family. went to JB. supposed to go sight-seeing. but i slept in the car through the journey to wherever. so wad a waste. ahahahahah. got to eat at this old old seafood restaurant. my goodness. there was a spread. i ate like a pig. a cute one. HAHA. right. then slept my way back home tooo. &lt;em&gt;sighhhhhhhhhhhhhs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAD A DAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-114987659998584534?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/114987659998584534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=114987659998584534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/114987659998584534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/114987659998584534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/06/netball-it-show-seafood.html' title='netball. IT show. Seafood!'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-114948738048915733</id><published>2006-06-03T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T14:03:00.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lepak at lee's. cwp. LJS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;YAY,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;cause im finally out of the house.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cause i get to feed my crave for LJS cheese fries. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;for getting to see them after a few days. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cause everything's fine now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOO, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;talentime auditions are drawing near.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i spent quite a few $$ today. HAHA. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i havent been practising.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i miss my schoolmates. :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;and we speak like the closest enemy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-114948738048915733?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/114948738048915733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=114948738048915733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/114948738048915733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/114948738048915733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/06/lepak-at-lees-cwp-ljs.html' title='lepak at lee&apos;s. cwp. LJS!'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-114948378469685537</id><published>2006-06-01T08:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T13:03:04.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saving money. =p</title><content type='html'>last 3 days. i didnt step out of the house at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which meansssssssss,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAVE BUCKS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaaaa. 3days, i've&lt;em&gt; saved&lt;/em&gt; quite a few dollars. plus the &lt;u&gt;bus/MRT fare&lt;/u&gt; and all. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not wrong right,&lt;br /&gt;being money-minded &lt;em&gt;sometimes&lt;/em&gt;. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-114948378469685537?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/114948378469685537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=114948378469685537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/114948378469685537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/114948378469685537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/05/saving-money-p.html' title='saving money. =p'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-114948261663134735</id><published>2006-05-29T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T12:43:36.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>syarif's bdae. cikgu noryn marry.</title><content type='html'>OH,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy birthday. :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lost your sense of fear. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;feelings insincere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-114948261663134735?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/114948261663134735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=114948261663134735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/114948261663134735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/114948261663134735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/05/syarifs-bdae-cikgu-noryn-marry.html' title='syarif&apos;s bdae. cikgu noryn marry.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-114948212742738463</id><published>2006-05-28T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T12:35:27.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>watched Xmen.</title><content type='html'>met up with Renee, Irsyad, Khai, Hakimo, Azri, Weigen, Fazdli, Mimi&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(irsyad's friend).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  we went to watch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XMEN3 - The Last Stand. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it was GREAT. super duper nice. hahaaa. i didnt thought i'd like it. cause i didnt catch the first and second xmen. so i didnt know WTH is going on in the story. but fuhhhhhh. i didnt regret watching this. GO WATCH! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had it all planned to finish it fast. but apparently, it was delayed. so right after the show. headed to Bugis to meet Azli, Moran, Danial, Azwan, Fadhillah &amp; Syahmi. they went crazy at the &lt;em&gt;fountain&lt;/em&gt;. HAHA. then we head to orchard. for lunch! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Far East's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;beef char siew noodles.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*droooooooooooools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chilled for a while before we all slowly head home. orchard - marina bay - admiralty. the mrt ride was &lt;em&gt;kecohrism. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its always good to give up seats to the one who need it more. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest stopped at AMK. i headed back home. just to find no one at home. so yeaaaaaaa. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and smth really bad happen. heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*prays hard*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all i ever want was nothing you could ever give. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-114948212742738463?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/114948212742738463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=114948212742738463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/114948212742738463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/114948212742738463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/05/watched-xmen.html' title='watched Xmen.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-114890480199861972</id><published>2006-05-27T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T23:46:18.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>camp. and results. =X</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;22may (mon) - 26may (wed)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these 3D2N was my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ole2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to &lt;u&gt;Dairy Farm Adventure Center.&lt;/u&gt; it was near Bukit Timah. and NO, its not a dairy farm. &lt;em&gt;Dairy Farm &lt;/em&gt;was de name of the road. ahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i was fooled, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ULTRA excited, i was. cos it was &lt;strong&gt;pathetically &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the first camp i had which is 2nights. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HAHA. okay, shaddapppppp.&lt;/span&gt; =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY,&lt;br /&gt;there was rock-climbing. zipline (flyingfox) . adseiling. this rope challenge. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(which is like, &lt;strong&gt;VERY&lt;/strong&gt; high. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, lets just say i enjoyed my 3 days there. i &lt;u&gt;didnt&lt;/u&gt; want to leave. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;heh, i cried on da way back. shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and HELL, the food there was just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;marvellous.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; first tme seh. camp got &lt;em&gt;such&lt;/em&gt; nice food. and their only fruits were &lt;u&gt;watermelon&lt;/u&gt; &amp; &lt;u&gt;BANANA&lt;/u&gt;.  =XX ahahahaha. nice nice. *thumbs up!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwwwwwwwh, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I MISS CAMP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i could, id bring a camera there. cos there's so much things i could capture! especially &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;the nice trainers. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;teeheeheee. =D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;id post a picture of &lt;em&gt;my class&lt;/em&gt; during camp when i get hold of it. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday, i got home and slept like a pig for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;quite a large number&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of hours. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;25thmay (thursday)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i skipped school.&lt;br /&gt;and rot my time at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;26thmay (friday) &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;which is today lah.&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. schoooool! but hazique didnt come. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bummer. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but well. we got back our results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dont ask.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did &lt;em&gt;veryyyyy&lt;/em&gt; badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;half of asf already disappointed in me. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talentime is giving me the jitters.&lt;br /&gt;i almost pee-ed in my pants.&lt;br /&gt;grrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school ended quite nicely. had the time of my life when i found out that THERE WAS NO NETBALL! *jumps for joy* haha. so i went for lunch with Renee, Sukashi &amp; Filzah at BK. walked around after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;''coincidentally'' &lt;/em&gt;met a few IJC people at the bus-stop. HAHA. headed back to school to hand in my form. then headed back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i didnt had any motivation to go &lt;em&gt;merayap&lt;/em&gt;  anywhere. so i was a good girl and head home. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;these shattered glass.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-114890480199861972?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/114890480199861972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=114890480199861972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/114890480199861972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/114890480199861972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/05/camp-and-results-x.html' title='camp. and results. =X'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-114849221636296855</id><published>2006-05-22T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T01:36:56.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wad lee said. abt love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;''the saddest thing in the world is not to love and not to be loved back, but to love and not being noticed that you love. ''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt; a friend of mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i shed the coldest tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-114849221636296855?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/114849221636296855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=114849221636296855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/114849221636296855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/114849221636296855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/05/wad-lee-said-abt-love.html' title='wad lee said. abt love.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-114849196427452703</id><published>2006-05-22T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T01:32:44.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bought stuffs, ytd. jamming.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;yesterday, 20th May 2006.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parents brought me out for shopping. and to some other places before that. we went to Marina Square. teeheeheee. =D i LOVE that place. bought my camping stuffs. like; track pants, sleeping bags, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought the murtabak w/o onions at arab street. hehehe. reminded me of Hadi. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to woodlands, to pick my brother up from the immigration. walked around for a while. on the way back home ..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt;  happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it felt as if i was gonna&lt;strong&gt; die.&lt;/strong&gt; at that right very point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;scary &lt;/strong&gt;uh. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;today, 21th May 2006.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;followed ASF jamming today. supposed to be at 3. but we waited for quite some time before going in. hehee. i still missed asf outingsssss. they jammed. it went alright. :) they sat at the coffeeshop for a while. ate all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to head back home. but we bumped into Syarif. stayed to watch his 3-piece band jam. lots of people watched seh. ahahaha. i didnt know like 60% of the people inside. but oh well. just stayed. funnny tho. like awkward. but okaylahhhhhhhhhhh. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushed back home afterwards to catch Singapore Idol.&lt;br /&gt;.... it'll get better. i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pictures drawn from memories.&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/9317847-114849196427452703?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/114849196427452703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=114849196427452703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/114849196427452703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/114849196427452703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/05/bought-stuffs-ytd-jamming.html' title='bought stuffs, ytd. jamming.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-114848694258071279</id><published>2006-05-20T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T00:09:02.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>results back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;19th May 2006. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school &lt;em&gt;re-opened&lt;/em&gt;  after my 3days marking days holiday. i was extra hyped up. haha. cause i spent 3 days at home, rotting myself away .. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got my papers back. was &lt;em&gt;utterly &lt;/em&gt;disappointed in myself, especially for Maths. *shakes head* but i finally got an A for history. thanks to Mr. Saravanan's notes. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent de 2 first periods checking the papers. the next 2 periods after recess on OLE2 briefing and weekly assembly. it was very artistic. yes, not some porn stuffs lah. they just dont get it. *shakes head* haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had quite some time after school before netball training. canteen was rather empty. except for &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sighhhhhhhhsss.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw GLENN! and this guy from innova too. wanted to say hi. but awkward. i dont think they knew me. so yeaaaaaaaaaaa. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay, training was with seniors. tough lah. but it was raining. and rather slippery. ''i could feel the ground with my toes.'' cause i had this little cute holey in on my shoe. ahahhahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad time is it?&lt;br /&gt;time for &lt;strong&gt;new &lt;/strong&gt;shoes. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;truckloads &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;of &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Innova&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; people came back to AI. plus some other seniors too. but all of them came when i was having training. so didnt had the chance to scream and hugggggg them. HAHA. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time training ended, all of them werent there anymoreeeee. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sad. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;=( i accompanied Filzah to register her dance thingy. which took like &lt;strong&gt;an hour&lt;/strong&gt;? yeaaaa. then headed to NorthPoint. where i saw Iman and Hakim and some of them at LongJohn. stopped and stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stopped by woodlands &lt;em&gt;pasar malam&lt;/em&gt; with Hakim, Faz &amp; Iman before heading home. it was already 8 by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hakim &lt;u&gt;still&lt;/u&gt; &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; fail to crack me up. (:&lt;br /&gt;thankyou eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAMP'S ON MONDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*zoooooooooom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is this what you wanttttttttt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/9317847-114848694258071279?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/114848694258071279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=114848694258071279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/114848694258071279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/114848694258071279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/05/results-back.html' title='results back.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-114796680851963448</id><published>2006-05-19T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T23:40:08.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my cboys lost. tomorrow is de 19th.</title><content type='html'>truckloads of plans went &lt;em&gt;down to the drain. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;=_=''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i stayed at home the whole day of today. woke up, like 8am? then comp-ed till noon. had my breakfast/lunch. and had my &lt;strong&gt;2nd &lt;/strong&gt;shower of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... and i fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 5pm,&lt;br /&gt;so grumpy/stuffy/mad/angry/bored/hotttttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; another&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... and i fell asleep, &lt;em&gt;again. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after a shower, when im all fresh and nice-smelling, just brings me to sleep. a nice, relaxing one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess wad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAD ANOTHER SHOWER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BINGO! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can conclude ...&lt;br /&gt;i had &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4 &lt;/span&gt;showers all together today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;the heat is getting to me.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;boredom. &lt;/u&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, my &lt;u&gt;Ahmad Ibrahim C division&lt;/u&gt; soccer boys, had a very major match against&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;Singapore Sports School.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  i was supposed to go and support them, since my &lt;em&gt;so-called &lt;/em&gt;''BROTHER'' &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(note de inverted commas), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;FAIZ, wanted me to see him &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;shine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. rightttttttt. but yea, i planned to go. with sukashi, firman, izzat and siddiq. but due to some miscommunication issues, was cancelled. the venue also changed, to AngMoKio Sec. soo i just messaged the boys good luck. and yes, i went to sleep. remember? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up to another message - &lt;strong&gt;the final score. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(that was fast. aahahahhahaha.&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, they &lt;u&gt;lost.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;6-0.&lt;br /&gt;and the score difference,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. and he even managed a '&lt;strong&gt;LOL&lt;/strong&gt;' after the whole message.&lt;br /&gt;okay. i didnt know wad they were thinking.&lt;br /&gt;but still,&lt;br /&gt;im sure they did a great job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well doneeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;*thumbs up!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few more minutes to de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;19th of May&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i remembered how i use to miss you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;badddlyyyyyy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-114796680851963448?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/114796680851963448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=114796680851963448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/114796680851963448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/114796680851963448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-cboys-lost-tomorrow-is-de-19th.html' title='my cboys lost. tomorrow is de 19th.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-114788360718358207</id><published>2006-05-18T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T00:33:31.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>esplanade acoustic set.</title><content type='html'>yes, i just came back from Esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;i caught Ashruff, Azli &amp; Faizal &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ego Stereo) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'s acoustic performance at 7plus just now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no doubt. they were GREAT! =D&lt;br /&gt;*thumbs up!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite a number turned up.  went alone and met up with the rest there. Fadhillah and her friend, Kristel was there. Hudsie was there. &lt;strong&gt;tons&lt;/strong&gt; of Azli's classmate was there. and plus, another few familiar faces. my brother and his pretty girlfriend was there too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, surprise surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was on the&lt;em&gt; verge&lt;/em&gt; of tears when they played some of the particular songs. like ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rufio - Follow Me.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Amber Pacific - Here We Stand.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;KDJ - So Long For These Days.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Finch - Letters To You.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*melts*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. and OH OH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hate Ash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos he sounds so much like &lt;strong&gt;rufio&lt;/strong&gt; when he sings. &lt;br /&gt;and &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; know how much i &lt;33333 Rufio right.&lt;br /&gt;NO FAIR!&lt;br /&gt;i also want voice like rufio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so &lt;em&gt;meltable&lt;/em&gt; laaaaaaah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, so after the show we all chilled at Esplanade rooftop. i was expecting it to be crowded like last Friday when i went. but NOOOOO. i was &lt;em&gt;ohsowrong. &lt;/em&gt;esplanade rooftop is soooooo empty on a weekday night like tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD. i love. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat on the grass. like no life. then the rest all make noises. i just sat, and enjoyed the breeze. teeheehee. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;blahblahblah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then here i am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother's busy packing his stuffs. he'll be on his way to KL tomorrow. for a &lt;em&gt;holiday.&lt;/em&gt;  yes, he got all the time in the world to go on a holiday. &lt;strong&gt;=_=" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM GONNA MISS YOU, ABANG!&lt;br /&gt;take care of yourself kaayy. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bon voyage.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(i so hope he's not gonna read this. altho i know he peeps at my blog, sometime. HAHA. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, to that &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt;. im done updating. HAPPY? smile lah. (:&lt;br /&gt;haha. im getting &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lamer&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lamer&lt;/span&gt; everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-the stars are out tonight. make a wish. *&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-114788360718358207?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/114788360718358207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=114788360718358207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/114788360718358207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/114788360718358207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/05/esplanade-acoustic-set.html' title='esplanade acoustic set.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-114769292504123214</id><published>2006-05-16T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T19:35:25.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the long wait.</title><content type='html'>dear readers, (if there is any at all)&lt;br /&gt;im sorry for being missing for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as for the &lt;em&gt;war&lt;/em&gt; going on at my tagboard, i hope it'll all stop. im sorry if someway or another, I dont satisfy you. ive got a life to live. and i bet you do too. so leave this all behind. start afresh. i dont live my life to make enemies. theres so much more to life, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really dont enjoy watching wad you guys have to say lah. i just wondered wad went wrong in the first place. sorry if i offended you. sorry if i do things that you dont want me to. heh. tell me, wad can i do to make it all better. id try my best. but dont ... dont create the mess in my tagboard like that ever again. things like this can be solved calmly and maturely. theres no need for all those cursings and hatred. you'll know wad i mean if you had empathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wont pretend as if nothing happened either. i'll take everything you say to mind. and yea .... think about it for a while. i hope someday, things will be better. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this will be my temporary blogskin until i find a better one. its alright. but look at the post space. so &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;small. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;not satisfying enough uh. hahaha. but its nice right? this &lt;u&gt;little green man&lt;/u&gt; from blogskins, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;drew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it. yes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;D.R.A.W.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;how talented. i love! =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. sooo many things happened since the 11th April. (which was my latest post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tears. smiles. relationships. friends. new love. broken hearts. making new friends. loving 'em. missing someone badly. birthdays. outings. gigs. solace. empty stares. EXAMS. feeling lonely. news. moments. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, im done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. those who knows wads going on in my daily life will know wads going on. just giving you a little update. too little, i suppose? haha. ''&lt;em&gt;some things are better left unsaid'' &lt;/em&gt;per. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took more pictures! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;of myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and i cant wait for &lt;strong&gt;OLE&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and class BBQs. and swimming trips?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i feel like running long distance, all of a sudden. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRACK! ahhhhhh. netball, first priority.&lt;br /&gt;i still love &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RUFIO!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mwah!mwah!mwah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3s!&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh! today is the &lt;em&gt;15th of May&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;going back to &lt;strong&gt;2005&lt;/strong&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;hird &lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;ime &lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;enial (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;azli, luqman, iman, sham.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;had a mother's day performance near sembawang. and i was there. :)))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-114769292504123214?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/114769292504123214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=114769292504123214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/114769292504123214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/114769292504123214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/05/long-wait.html' title='the long wait.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-114476619112329228</id><published>2006-04-11T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T22:41:04.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweeet angels.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/1600/sweet.angels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="178" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/320/sweet.angels.jpg" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i thought of a friend's sweet nick. hehe. =D &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-114476619112329228?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/114476619112329228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=114476619112329228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/114476619112329228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/114476619112329228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/04/sweeet-angels.html' title='sweeet angels.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-114476600707582453</id><published>2006-04-08T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T22:33:27.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>achievement day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe i saw &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; the people i've been waiting to see today!&lt;br /&gt;its a very very very nice thing indeed. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;achievement day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but lets start with school first. PE lesson went great. played volleyball with the guys. im sorry im uselessss. ahaha. say only wanna &lt;em&gt;spike&lt;/em&gt;. didnt even get to hit it to the other side. =X ahah. got a biggggggggggggg lecture on &lt;em&gt;courtesy &lt;/em&gt;by &lt;u&gt;ms doreen NGO.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there, when my phone went &lt;em&gt;missing. &lt;/em&gt;heh. okayyyyyy. lets not talk about it. but it was FOUND! yay&lt;em&gt;ness. &lt;/em&gt;HAHA! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school,&lt;br /&gt;went over to Northpoint and filzah treated us all (sukashi and me only dahhh. =) &lt;strong&gt;KFC.&lt;/strong&gt; where i got my chesssseeee fries! how &lt;em&gt;yummmyyy~&lt;/em&gt; after that, walked around. and thats when i saw ... &lt;strong&gt;SYAFIQ! &lt;/strong&gt;tadaaaa~ it was sucha pleasure. but he was in a rush. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so went back to school. did some track drills just for the sake of doing something. haha. then i decided to &lt;em&gt;sneak&lt;/em&gt; in the achievement day thing. AND I DID! :)) yay. few reasons why;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1stly&lt;/strong&gt;, i heard seniors are coming back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2ndly&lt;/strong&gt;, i missed Hakim badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rdly&lt;/strong&gt;, i heard there was a &lt;strong&gt;FREE&lt;/strong&gt; buffet dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4thly&lt;/strong&gt;, i &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; wanted to see how the parade goes without MR. FONG talkking so much when they're parading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5thly&lt;/strong&gt;, i wanna seeeee concert. =X &lt;em&gt;right. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;em&gt;blahblahblahblah. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw &lt;strong&gt;tons &lt;/strong&gt;of my beloveddddddd seniors! even moran. ahahah. that bugger, you see azli, you see him. EVERYWHERE sak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/1600/AHHH~.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" height="188" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/320/AHHH%7E.jpg" width="276" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say, '' AHHHHHHH~! ''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/1600/hakimme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" height="197" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/320/hakimme.jpg" width="275" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.O we looked nice! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. oh, you have no idea how much i missed him. so much that i took lots of pictures! not satisfied, took some more. ahaha. havent seeen him for sooooooooo long! so much that i cried when he stepped up and said 'hi' to me. awwwww. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw iffah, fadila, azhar, moran, ben'pervert:) , fahmi, amali, khai, roy plus more more more more! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;WAD A HAPPY GIRL I AM TODAY! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy achievement day !!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-114476600707582453?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/114476600707582453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=114476600707582453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/114476600707582453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/114476600707582453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/04/achievement-day.html' title='achievement day'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-114396662219875384</id><published>2006-04-03T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T21:22:22.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates.</title><content type='html'>its a sunday afternoon. and im here to give updates, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;monday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swimming lessons was cancelled today. so after school, i found myself walking around. accompanied sukashi to track. but ended up talking to aliff (track) non-stop. he was entertaining my so-called &lt;em&gt;fits. &lt;/em&gt;ahaha. sorry. and thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;tuesday,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some class's fund-raising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's swimming! went back to sukashi's house. crapped around. and we found ourselves singing along to &lt;strong&gt;peterpan&lt;/strong&gt;'s songs. hehe. &lt;em&gt;lovely. &lt;/em&gt;swimming was very very crappy. i dont like tuesday's coach. he's impatient, i think. oh well. i guess i learned &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt;. ahaha. had my own personal swimming lessons with filzah after that. its &lt;em&gt;much much &lt;/em&gt;better! thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played a game of &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;water polo&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with hazique and co. i was in his team. and we won! &lt;strong&gt;6-0. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;plft. =D&lt;/em&gt; left swimming complex around 6plus. bought some food with renee. and headed back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wednesday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something very cute happened after recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/1600/fallingboys%20=X.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="225" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1473/674/320/fallingboys%20%3DX.jpg" width="310" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the malay boys in my class were sitting in one bench, i saw from far. very ... cute. everytime they're together. and Deddy, being the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;devil&lt;/span&gt; pushed everyone down, but only Hafiz fell. poor guy. ahahahaah. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;thursday, &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music IT starts today. dragged izzat and siddiq along, they didnt want to go. well, it was &lt;strong&gt;chaotic&lt;/strong&gt;. one comp, share with 4 people. and at least i know the people who sits around me. =) i bet&lt;em&gt; syamil&lt;/em&gt; must have hated me. i think he wanted to sit at my place, with his friends. HAHA! next time, okay? =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;friday, &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;netball. i ran for warm up like a never ran before. coach said &lt;em&gt;''own time own target". &lt;/em&gt;so i ran lah. i ran with yishi. heh. she always wanted to be the first. we ran alongside each other. leaving the rest behind. reaching &lt;em&gt;finishing line, &lt;/em&gt;i sprinted. ahahaha. k, i won. =P&lt;br /&gt;training wasnt bad at all. we did all the passes and stuffs. it rained just before we wanted to play a game. how &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;suay. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanged around after netball. hoping to see some excitement going on. none. it started raining cats and dogs. me and sukashi just sat at the pathment, admiring the rain. &lt;em&gt;awwwww, how romantic. &lt;/em&gt;:) renee was happily soaking in the rain. then hugging everyone, making them &lt;strong&gt;wet. &lt;/strong&gt;how wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back with a bus filled with &lt;em&gt;smelly &lt;/em&gt;ai kids. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, im done. sorry its late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss you more, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;every single day. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-114396662219875384?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/114396662219875384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=114396662219875384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/114396662219875384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/114396662219875384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/04/updates.html' title='updates.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-114381832745916554</id><published>2006-04-01T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T23:18:48.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the feeling when you get all excited when he's in your sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just unexplainable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-114381832745916554?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/114381832745916554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=114381832745916554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/114381832745916554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/114381832745916554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/03/feeling-when-you-get-all-excited-when.html' title=''/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-114346613782663897</id><published>2006-03-28T07:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T21:28:57.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>falling for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;updates!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school have been great. and im doing better and better each day. i &lt;em&gt;hope&lt;/em&gt; things will go fine. have just been staying back after school doing nothing. and &lt;u&gt;friday&lt;/u&gt; was parent teacher meeting day. &lt;em&gt;shit, &lt;/em&gt;cause my mom told &lt;strong&gt;countless bad points &lt;/strong&gt;about me. but &lt;em&gt;phewww, &lt;/em&gt;cause mr saravanan said i got &lt;strong&gt;good English. &lt;/strong&gt;=) [thats smth to smile abt, right?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of activities coming up to fill my &lt;em&gt;already-so-busy &lt;/em&gt;days this term. like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Music IT&lt;/strong&gt; will start on thursday. with &lt;u&gt;2n1&lt;/u&gt; in the same class as us. talk about&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;being &lt;em&gt;lucky. ;) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sec 2 Express and NA got a chance of going to &lt;strong&gt;CHINA! &lt;/strong&gt;during the June hols. (with a sum of money to be paid first, of course.)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Achivement day&lt;/strong&gt; is coming on 7th April! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and why am i excited again? ahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Mid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-year &lt;/strong&gt;is in &lt;u&gt;5 weeks&lt;/u&gt; time. with new timetables &amp; new teachers . i &lt;em&gt;hope &lt;/em&gt;to get better grades. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Outdoor Learning Experience &lt;/strong&gt;coming up after exams.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt; NAPHA &lt;/strong&gt;test!&lt;br /&gt;- my &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;birthday! =&lt;/strong&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- swimming lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and more coming up soon ....&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/9317847-114346613782663897?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/114346613782663897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=114346613782663897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/114346613782663897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/114346613782663897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/03/falling-for-you.html' title='falling for you.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-114303551746220418</id><published>2006-03-23T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T22:23:11.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays. and now. i hope you're happy. heh.</title><content type='html'>today is the &lt;strong&gt;twenty-second. 22nd. twentydashtwo. &lt;/strong&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i hope you're happy my life's miserable now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. i shall not blog angrily/with-no-mood or any sort like that. cause it just bored and puzzles the person reading it. oh wth. dear oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the march holidays have been &lt;strong&gt;oh-so-fine&lt;/strong&gt;. the first 3 days of it, i was usually out in the morning. and then &lt;strong&gt;slept&lt;/strong&gt; my way through till 8pm or more. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(psst, i heard sleeping too much takes away my life? oh, please tell me.)&lt;/span&gt; cause at that point of time, sleeping was the only &lt;em&gt;medicine&lt;/em&gt; to make me run away from all the shitznitz and all the stupid stuffs happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for the rest of the days. i was out. to wherever, far away places. which made my days. hee. wad do you call that, &lt;u&gt;happy bliss&lt;/u&gt;? hahaa. is there even such a thing? and one of the wonderful nights, my dear sister treated me at &lt;strong&gt;swensens&lt;/strong&gt;. dont ask me. but i think she just got her pay, thats why. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weekends went great. i was out. to &lt;strong&gt;bugis&lt;/strong&gt; with SNZ. she's sucha sweetheart. :) and we live so near each other! k, great. bought a freshbox shirt. and days before, more and more and more shirts. i wanna buy more! anyone? giordano got great female polo tees now. so i shall go and grab some. =D &lt;em&gt;soon. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school re-opened. things at school has always been &lt;strong&gt;great. :) &lt;/strong&gt;its been only a week and i missed them so much. hehe. so i guess they meant alot. but things were &lt;em&gt;rocky &lt;/em&gt;these few days. stuffs happened. i couldnt do much. but i hope i did help somehow, &lt;em&gt;now. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i got no right to say anything about you here. so i'll just shut. but its so tempting! ahaahaaaa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anddddd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thanks &lt;/strong&gt;to &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;my milk chocolate&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;hadi&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;sukashi&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;snz&lt;/u&gt;, . &lt;/em&gt;i now found a place of comfort in your words. thank you! you guys made my dayss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i hope i meant something in your life. then. &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/9317847-114303551746220418?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/114303551746220418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=114303551746220418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/114303551746220418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/114303551746220418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/03/holidays-and-now-i-hope-youre-happy.html' title='holidays. and now. i hope you&apos;re happy. heh.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-114214317374488102</id><published>2006-03-12T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T13:59:35.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;mixed&lt;/em&gt; feelings. heh. but i was excited. =) woke up 8plus. looking forward to the whole day out later. so i got ready and everything. went khatib mrt myself cause im meeting sukashi beforehand. she's passing me her sister's &lt;strong&gt;studbelt&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;nyahahahaha. &lt;/em&gt;so. met up with moran, azwan, azli, hudsie, iman, hadi and harrith and we're off to paya lebar. where we met fadhillah. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had to walk about 300m to the gordon industrial building. kay, it was my first time going to&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IJ studios.&lt;/strong&gt; and i didnt know it was sucha secluded place uh. like in a very very old building. so yeah. we were the first few ones there. and LUQMAN was already there! ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;a staircas&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;e farewell&lt;/u&gt; was the first band. there wasnt much crowd yet. but wow. they were really really good. :) played some impromtu songs too. azli was using &lt;em&gt;ash's epiphone guitar&lt;/em&gt;. damn. i love the colour. hehe. &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;those ocean greenish blue colour. like this! &lt;/span&gt;yeah. very very nice. =) then irsyad came. we sat and watched some bands after them. and i like &lt;em&gt;sally's rejex&lt;/em&gt; way of singing and everything. they were damn cool lahhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone got hungry. fadh, hudsie, moran, azwan, irsyad and me headed to Singapore Post's &lt;strong&gt;KFC &lt;/strong&gt;for lunch where the rest came later after. bought zinger! yadayadayda~ moran with his &lt;em&gt;'no life' &lt;/em&gt;joke. ahahahahhaha. damn funny lah. then we got caught, not knowing where to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we decided to head to &lt;strong&gt;city hall&lt;/strong&gt;. penin, esplanade, marina bay. walked around. lepak-ed. waited for like half an hour for irsyad to finish testing guitars ... until i actually got bored. ahahha. then went to esplanade. just to find a &lt;em&gt;massive&lt;/em&gt; crowd there. it was so hot and stuffy. so we headed to marina square and lepak-ed at the steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhh. memories turned upside down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, walked around marina bay. we all got hungry. so everyone seperated and bought take-away. and then met again at the steps. lepak-ed again. it was already late then. heh. for the first time, i can go home late. it was sucha good feeling uh. but when going home, we walked one whole round, stopped to watch soccer, when i was already rushing for time. if im back late uh, police will come after me. parents will shout at me like no ones business. in short, all hell will break lose. heh. well, it was a very nice day afterall. so it was worthwhile even if i got shouted or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hey, dont cry cause its over. smile cause it happened. ive grown so attached to a staircase farewell since it was formed. i'll miss luqman. i'll miss all the gigs and jamming sessions. i'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;ll miss how i was treatened to do smth or else i wont get to watch asf jam again. heh. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;asf was a group of people i can always turn to to cheer my days up. and asf will forever live, at least, in my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Staircase Farewell -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Bleeding Hand And A Broken Heart Never Looked So Good In A Tuxedo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-114214317374488102?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/114214317374488102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=114214317374488102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/114214317374488102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/114214317374488102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/03/mixed-feelings.html' title=''/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-114200107313450767</id><published>2006-03-10T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T21:55:01.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lee's house. asf jamming.</title><content type='html'>i think im fascinated by &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;holes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; ahhaahahahhaha. which is scary sometimes, too. the table behind mine has an &lt;em&gt;oval-shaped hole&lt;/em&gt; at the side. and i keep &lt;strong&gt;looking&lt;/strong&gt; at it. like its some &lt;em&gt;amazing &lt;/em&gt;thing. and at computer labs, some of the ceilings have &lt;strong&gt;cracking holes&lt;/strong&gt;. and so, i'd keep looking at it. wondering wondering. asking&lt;em&gt; almost&lt;/em&gt; everyone wad happened to the hole, then. ahahahah. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;k, i sound very very physco-tic, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;k, forget it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. school went alright. already having so much holiday homework. and i was hyper, i guess. but, &lt;strong&gt;dont ask. &lt;/strong&gt;haha. after school, had to rush to meet my brother to pass him his stuffs. &lt;em&gt;troublesome only lah&lt;/em&gt;. then i had to rush back to yishun cause i was going to watch &lt;u&gt;a staircase farewell&lt;/u&gt; jam today. waited for lee at khatib, since it was on the way. and we went to meet hadi and iman at LJS np.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they jamming session went &lt;em&gt;especially great &lt;/em&gt;today. maybe cause luqman had &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ramli sarip &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;voice&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for the day. ahahahhaha. his screamo made everything sounded more ......... ''&lt;em&gt;WHOAAA'' &lt;/em&gt;uh i guess. hakz. and i &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love love love love&lt;/span&gt; the songs that they're gonna play. =DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i stayed for a while. the rest were still looking at other bands jam. so i just helped myself with the ipod. and soon after, took bus back home. wahaha. best. k, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im &lt;strong&gt;OFF&lt;/strong&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;those tear stained eyes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;can make me feel so sad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-114200107313450767?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/114200107313450767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=114200107313450767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/114200107313450767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/114200107313450767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/03/lees-house-asf-jamming.html' title='lee&apos;s house. asf jamming.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-114191510932588527</id><published>2006-03-09T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T22:38:29.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>x-country.</title><content type='html'>these butterflies in my stomach just wont go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;since yesterday.&lt;/em&gt; oh, go away away away. far far away. ahahaha. k, im stating to get oh-so-crappy. cause the day that kept these bugging butterflies in my stomach was finally here. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday, i kinda skipped training just to take a rest at home. after school, i went straight to meet a friend. which then after, i went straight back- home. &lt;strong&gt;slept&lt;/strong&gt;. this and that. and i got some advice from some &lt;u&gt;top 10 runners&lt;/u&gt; last year. hahahaha. right. i was talking non-stop about wad i really wanted to achieve. and &lt;em&gt;somehow&lt;/em&gt;, i was god damn nervous + excited to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its been days, thank you. =) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today, school ended at 10.40. i was &lt;strong&gt;extra&lt;/strong&gt; conscious about wad i do. i'd walk slowly, not run, not talk so much. so its like&lt;em&gt; energy-conserving&lt;/em&gt; uh liddat. HAHA. the rest wanted to go out, walk2, eat outside. i went straight home! went online. and lost track of time. i was kinda rushing through. didnt wanna eat so much. so i ate &lt;em&gt;1/4&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;of a prata. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its &lt;strong&gt;amazing&lt;/strong&gt; how Mr Saravanan can torelate our nonsense. k,&lt;em&gt; their&lt;/em&gt; nonsense. i sat at the back of the bus. with the rest of the crazy, polluted mind girls. they were shouting/singing/laughing-very-loudly/making funny faces. yeah, you get the idea ehhh. it was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;chaotic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; giler lahhhhhh. while im just sitting there, &lt;em&gt;worrying&lt;/em&gt; about wad's gonna happen when i run for the race. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yadayada~ got my number tag. it was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0513&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; the number &lt;em&gt;13&lt;/em&gt; got me a little worried though. haha. waiting for the sec2s turn to run was sucha chaotic scene. ahahahaah. apparently, some &lt;em&gt;nice people&lt;/em&gt;  had to spill the water, and it made quite a few of their shorts,&lt;strong&gt; wet.&lt;/strong&gt; so it seems that everyone had pee-d in their pants due to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nervousness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; nyahahahahha. besh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;the race started. im sorry fangli, i left you behind. but i didnt know why, i just felt that i &lt;strong&gt;had&lt;/strong&gt; to be in the front when we all started running, just to be sure of your position. i didnt think i &lt;em&gt;overtook &lt;/em&gt;alot of people, i didnt know where i was at all. and you have no idea wad was going through my head when i was running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tons of songs went through my head like a &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;playlist&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;but it was kinda funny uh. heh. uh. i think, &lt;strong&gt;last 100m&lt;/strong&gt;. i sprinted until i &lt;em&gt;couldnt feel my legs. &lt;/em&gt;seeing sooooooo many people in front of me, finished the race, i felt so disappointed. i knew i lost that place in &lt;strong&gt;top10.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;heh. saadddddddd thing uh. worser fact, i didnt know where i stood &lt;u&gt;at all. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheered for the rest who's coming. i did my best uh. and i just thought i could have done&lt;em&gt; much much much &lt;/em&gt;better. i got the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;12th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;place. =DDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad an improvement. i aimed for &lt;u&gt;11th&lt;/u&gt;. last year was &lt;u&gt;13th&lt;/u&gt;. but i got ........ &lt;em&gt;12th? &lt;/em&gt;hahahahaha. okay lahhh. besh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i slept at the journey back home. occupying 2 seats for myself. by the window. back window. hehe. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back home. i was &lt;strong&gt;dead. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wish i could do the same for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;smile and cheer up. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps: &lt;/em&gt;i still remembered very freshly wad happened during 8th march &lt;strong&gt;2005&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/9317847-114191510932588527?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/114191510932588527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=114191510932588527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/114191510932588527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/114191510932588527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/03/x-country.html' title='x-country.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-114191010675190984</id><published>2006-03-03T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T22:09:50.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MURTABAK. wahhaa. righttttt.</title><content type='html'>i didnt like how yesterday night went. heh. apparently, &lt;em&gt;someone &lt;/em&gt;was oh-so-sarcastic at me, as if he was angry. which is, more or less, &lt;strong&gt;irritating. &lt;/strong&gt;for &lt;u&gt;i-dunno-wad&lt;/u&gt; reason. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was &lt;em&gt;dying &lt;/em&gt;for school to end. &lt;strong&gt;homec&lt;/strong&gt; was boredom, for the first time. casue we have no cooking-cooking anymore. my last's week orange jelly was the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;last&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; lesson. saddddddddd thing. :( there was this maths thing we had to attend. so school ended at 2. i waited and waited for that bugger to message. i was reading a book. and when i looked up. i saw &lt;em&gt;ahems*.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh, how i wish it wasnt your &lt;u&gt;back&lt;/u&gt; that was facing me. why cant you just turn? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so finally, me, hadi and faheem headed to &lt;u&gt;lavender&lt;/u&gt; to take their passports. i, being the &lt;strong&gt;mosquito, &lt;/strong&gt;tagged along! =DD k, actually. hadi asked me to follow him. so wad the hell. all those shits yesterday were just, &lt;em&gt;one whole bloody &lt;u&gt;test&lt;/u&gt;, i suppose. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all the longgggggg waiting for passports and the &lt;strong&gt;tom-and-jerry&lt;/strong&gt; cartoon shit, we went over to &lt;em&gt;arab street. &lt;/em&gt;we actually ate &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;murtabak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;weeeeeee. k, actually. i&lt;em&gt; dont &lt;/em&gt;eat murtabak at the first place. but i was damn hungry. so i was, &lt;strong&gt;desperate.&lt;/strong&gt; and hey! it didnt turn that bad after all. hehe. it was hadi's treat. oh, &lt;em&gt;THANK YOU. &lt;/em&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when's everyone all happy, headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;where are you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;standing here in my dreams. &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/9317847-114191010675190984?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/114191010675190984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=114191010675190984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/114191010675190984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/114191010675190984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/03/murtabak-wahhaa-righttttt.html' title='MURTABAK. wahhaa. righttttt.'/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9317847.post-114173580323239597</id><published>2006-03-01T07:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T20:50:03.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>netball. iman and azli. heh. :(</title><content type='html'>the &lt;u&gt;worst&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;bestest&lt;/u&gt; news for my results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fcuking &lt;strong&gt;failed &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;science. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anndddddddd, i got &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; for englishh. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh well, i guess i did make someone proud. ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for the english marks, actually theres nothing to be happy about, i was a give-away paper. kinda easy. and 40% of &lt;strong&gt;2e3&lt;/strong&gt; got A1. so wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt remember wad happened to the rest of the dayyyy but i remembered having NETBALL! :) im very happy, for once. ahah. warm up - &lt;strong&gt;tough!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;2rounds + level 1-4 + 20laps. &lt;em&gt;mampossssssssss. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;netball was perfectly alright after that. i enjoyed it uh. many many. ;) and today we wore school p.e. tshirt. so it was &lt;em&gt;especially &lt;/em&gt;wet + smelly + sweaty. eeeeeeeeeeeeeee. *pinches nose*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh, just when everythings so nice and sweaty, (?)&lt;br /&gt;i called hadi and he told me something bad happened. uhh, kay. now. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i smell trouble. i sensed smth amiss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............ and it'll go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just want it to stop.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're better than that. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9317847-114173580323239597?l=yourloveleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/114173580323239597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9317847&amp;postID=114173580323239597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/114173580323239597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9317847/posts/default/114173580323239597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourloveleaves.blogspot.com/2006/02/netball-iman-and-azli-heh.html' title='netball. iman and azli. heh. :('/><author><name>queenofwhatever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15630655328323335960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
