<?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-24391808</id><updated>2011-09-25T00:39:05.917+08:00</updated><category term='bored to tears'/><title type='text'>Nadiah's Ultrasuperfunblogtasticblog!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>713</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-201198777261882181</id><published>2009-06-05T03:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T03:06:25.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've moved!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nadiah.onsugar.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://nadiah.onsugar.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See Ya There!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-201198777261882181?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/201198777261882181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=201198777261882181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/201198777261882181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/201198777261882181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/06/ive-moved-httpnadiah_05.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-1468983997249178287</id><published>2009-06-04T00:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T00:35:15.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination... you'll be the death of me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heheheh, I'm sucha lazy ass. I'll blog tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;School's out and its time for me to enjoy my holidays!&lt;br /&gt;WOOTS WOOTS~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-1468983997249178287?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/1468983997249178287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=1468983997249178287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/1468983997249178287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/1468983997249178287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/06/procrastination-youll-be-death-of-me.html' title='Procrastination... you&apos;ll be the death of me!!'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-3449610491024984672</id><published>2009-05-28T23:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T23:50:55.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be back on Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so gonna screw all my Exam Papers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-3449610491024984672?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/3449610491024984672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=3449610491024984672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/3449610491024984672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/3449610491024984672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/05/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-6179700646454963842</id><published>2009-05-25T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T00:21:41.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Undecided (From nadiah.onsugar.com)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yes, I made a new blog again. I'm so fickle aren't I? I guess I got bored with blogger and wanted to try a new blog site. I have too many blogs to manage right now because of my never ending moving and relinking haha. So now, I have a blogger, livejournal, wordpress, xanga, tumblr and diaryland blogs. Hahah. But I always end up switching back to blogger because its so easy to use. On the other hand, this site is easy to use too and I'm beginning to like this site. Plus, the URL link is cute, no? We'll see if I decide to permanently move my whole entire blog here for good. I will explore more because it looks so interesting, I love the huge fonts and icons. Simply adorable! Anyway, I couldn't really think of a proper link right now so I've settled with my current blogger link. I was contemplating if I should use my name in my link but I decided against it. I mean, nurnadiah.onsugar.com is rather blehh don't you think?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xo, Nadiah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-6179700646454963842?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/6179700646454963842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=6179700646454963842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/6179700646454963842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/6179700646454963842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/05/undecided-from-nadiahonsugarcom.html' title='Undecided (From nadiah.onsugar.com)'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-4423755204685880727</id><published>2009-05-25T00:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T00:47:30.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna sit next to Kris!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/2r299bk.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! OHMYGOD THIS IS SO FUNNY!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-4423755204685880727?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/4423755204685880727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=4423755204685880727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/4423755204685880727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/4423755204685880727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wanna-sit-next-to-kris.html' title='I wanna sit next to Kris!!!'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/2r299bk_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-5100653714601145330</id><published>2009-05-25T00:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T00:38:04.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't stop listening to this song since... I first heard it weeks ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;❤&lt;/span&gt;Chris Cendana's Music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1azTHyq_5v4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1azTHyq_5v4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;tell me what you see&lt;br /&gt;is it you alone standing&lt;br /&gt;awaiting patiently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know i love to guess what you're thinking&lt;br /&gt;it's fun, don't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;to try to play a psychic&lt;br /&gt;to such a mystery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;i fly above the trees&lt;br /&gt;so i can watch the sun&lt;br /&gt;crash into the sea&lt;br /&gt;running through the clouds&lt;br /&gt;breathing in the breeze&lt;br /&gt;oh, how it soothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;if you only knew&lt;br /&gt;what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;or feel what i can do&lt;br /&gt;or see what i can see&lt;br /&gt;i feel i'm next to you&lt;br /&gt;when i fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;when i think of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't try to use a knife&lt;br /&gt;to get inside my head&lt;br /&gt;cause if you truly loved me&lt;br /&gt;you'd care if i was dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know i love to joke&lt;br /&gt;if i didn't&lt;br /&gt;i would not be me&lt;br /&gt;but if you were a book&lt;br /&gt;who know what i could read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause when i close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;i can feel your lips&lt;br /&gt;kiss the perfect parts&lt;br /&gt;like velvet fingertips&lt;br /&gt;relaxing on the sand&lt;br /&gt;the wine we have to sip&lt;br /&gt;is so very sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;(soloing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instruments used in this video:&lt;br /&gt;classical guitar&lt;br /&gt;a guiro&lt;br /&gt;a set of car keys &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-5100653714601145330?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/5100653714601145330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=5100653714601145330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/5100653714601145330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/5100653714601145330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-cant-stop-listening-to-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-2765340883206515002</id><published>2009-05-25T00:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T00:28:50.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money gone just like that..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/Shly_FKRaFI/AAAAAAAABWQ/Sw_Z517fIcU/s1600-h/whatever-dude-whatever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339425261267019858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/Shly_FKRaFI/AAAAAAAABWQ/Sw_Z517fIcU/s400/whatever-dude-whatever.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy's pissed with me lol because I locked myself out of my own room. HAHAHAHA. And Mommy was very angry with me when I told her I accidentally lock my room door again... Yes, &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;. HAHAHAHAHA!!!! It was my &lt;em&gt;third&lt;/em&gt; time locking myself out of my room lol. I know what're you thinking... How can one lock oneself out of one's own room?!?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WELL I CAN!! WAHAHAHHAHA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I doubt anyone else have locked themselves out of their room. heheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO YEAH, Daddy called the locksmith to unlock my door. And it cost him another $35... God, I can't believe Daddy spent $35X3=$105 in total (including the previous 2 times) just to unlock my door. hahahahahah.... What a waste of money. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-2765340883206515002?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/2765340883206515002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=2765340883206515002' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/2765340883206515002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/2765340883206515002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/05/money-gone-just-like-that.html' title='Money gone just like that..'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/Shly_FKRaFI/AAAAAAAABWQ/Sw_Z517fIcU/s72-c/whatever-dude-whatever.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-705894249091990197</id><published>2009-05-24T00:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T01:06:37.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hannah Montana: The Movie (Nuffnang Contest)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NG2zyeVRcbs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NG2zyeVRcbs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can almost see it&lt;br /&gt;That dream I'm dreaming but&lt;br /&gt;There's a voice inside my head sayin,&lt;br /&gt;You'll never reach it,&lt;br /&gt;Every step I'm taking,&lt;br /&gt;Every move I make feels&lt;br /&gt;Lost with no direction&lt;br /&gt;My faith is shaking but I&lt;br /&gt;Got to keep trying&lt;br /&gt;Got to keep my head held high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always going to be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always gonna wanna make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always going to be an uphill battle,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's the climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The struggles I'm facing,&lt;br /&gt;The chances I'm taking&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes might knock me down but&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not breaking&lt;br /&gt;I may not know it&lt;br /&gt;But these are the moments that&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to remember most yeah&lt;br /&gt;Just got to keep going&lt;br /&gt;And I,&lt;br /&gt;I got to be strong&lt;br /&gt;Just keep pushing on, cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always going to be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always gonna wanna make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always gonna be an uphill battle,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's the climb (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always going to be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always gonna wanna make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always gonna be an uphill battle,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's the climb (yeah yeah ea ea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on moving&lt;br /&gt;Keep climbing&lt;br /&gt;Keep the faith baby&lt;br /&gt;It's all about&lt;br /&gt;It's all about&lt;br /&gt;The climb&lt;br /&gt;Keep the faith&lt;br /&gt;Keep your faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa a oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose 'The Climb' as my favourite because I can relate to it.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt; To keep on persevering in whatever you do even if there’s challenges that you have to overcome. Trust yourself &amp;amp; never let anyone shake your believes and you will succeed. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long ago, I encountered with obstacles hindering my dreams. I have to admit; I cried &amp;amp; felt like giving up. But I told myself, I couldn't allow ANYONE to bring me down. I tried my best to find a solution &amp;amp; succeeded! Now, I'll listen to it so as to remind myself to never lose hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Catch HANNAH MONTANA: THE MOVIE when it hits Singapore cinemas on 4 JUNE 2009!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-705894249091990197?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/705894249091990197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=705894249091990197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/705894249091990197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/705894249091990197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/05/hannah-montana-movie-nuffnang-contest.html' title='Hannah Montana: The Movie (Nuffnang Contest)'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-4626833994622656035</id><published>2009-05-23T22:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T06:47:06.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The things I want to do with my family!</title><content type='html'>I miss my family so much :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it weird to miss my family when I see them &lt;strong&gt;every single day&lt;/strong&gt;? The thing is... every single one of us is busy with our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;OWN &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;lives that we don't even have dinner together anymore. Its sad that I can't have or don't have time to hold decent conversations with my parents or my siblings due to our clashing schedules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt; has long long working hours, six days a week. Everyday, he leaves for work way before I get up and he comes back at night mostly after dinner, when I'm usually busy studying, sleeping or when I'm out. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mommy&lt;/span&gt; is a homemaker and she stays home most of the time but she does have her artwork to do so when she's busy, my siblings and I are not allowed to disturb her(she paints, crochet and makes jewellery!). My &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;older sister&lt;/span&gt; is currently unemployed (she's waiting for University to start!) and she's super active at the Community Centre nearby and she loves to go out with her friends and socialise.. so I don't see her at home much too. My &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;two younger brothers&lt;/span&gt; are in Secondary School. With extra classes and co-curricular activities taking most of their time, I only see them at night too and the amount of time that allows me to spend with them isn't long because they've got to sleep early due to school in the morning. As for &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;, I'm schooling 6 days a week and only be home at night. By the time I reach home, I would be tired and don't really bother to mingle around(my bed would be screaming for me once I step into my house! lol!). I guess the travelling time from Namly (which is near Dunearn Road btw) to Pasir Ris would take up my energy because MOST OF THE TIME I'LL ALWAYS COME HOME DURING PEAK HOURS! Grrr, how annoying!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought long and hard on what I want to do with my love ones.. and that is... to visit the Singapore Flyer. I know what are you thinking... of all places... Why the Singapore Flyer?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/ShgQnMeshdI/AAAAAAAABWA/dZTeH9QiD9E/s1600-h/singapore-flyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/ShgQm4_TWoI/AAAAAAAABV4/eZgA-LmJp4E/s1600-h/p364423-Singapore-Singapore_Flyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339035618566691458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/ShgQm4_TWoI/AAAAAAAABV4/eZgA-LmJp4E/s400/p364423-Singapore-Singapore_Flyer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Welll darlings, I've always been around the flyer and have not been on it. Of course I would want my chance to ride the world's largest observation wheel, standing at a stunning 165m from the ground and enjoy the picturesque view of Singapore right!! (oh, and also to freak my brother out who is dead afraid of height!! heheheh!! *evil grin* )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And since Nuffnang will be awarding 120 winners to enjoy a free Family Day Out with our family on 30 May 2009, I thought it would be great for me if I were to try my luck! Since...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Its a Saturday and my siblings wouldn't have school!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Daddy would be home earlier!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Saturday lectures are done! (THANK GOD FOR STUDY BREAK!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Grandmum would be home too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't it like the.... &lt;b&gt;PERFECT TIMING?!!?&lt;/b&gt; :))))))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(pssstttt, the other venues would be fine too! teehee!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So do spend time with your love ones okay! &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Start planning for your own Family Day Out on 30 May 2009! Visit &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nfc.sg/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.nfc.sg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-4626833994622656035?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/4626833994622656035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=4626833994622656035' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/4626833994622656035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/4626833994622656035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-i-want-to-do-with-my-family.html' title='The things I want to do with my family!'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/ShgQm4_TWoI/AAAAAAAABV4/eZgA-LmJp4E/s72-c/p364423-Singapore-Singapore_Flyer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-3585995472039108865</id><published>2009-05-22T23:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T23:59:42.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just so you know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/ShbF1FTf6yI/AAAAAAAABVw/nLKv2sSRBiA/s1600-h/ca+results.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338671924042001186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 392px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/ShbF1FTf6yI/AAAAAAAABVw/nLKv2sSRBiA/s400/ca+results.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;My Semester 1 CA Results (this is 50% off my final grade). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Considering that EVERYTHING was being taught/learned in 7 weeks..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its not bad, no?&lt;br /&gt;Click to enlarge.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;English For Business : B&lt;br /&gt;Business Mathematics : A+&lt;br /&gt;Managing People And Organisations : B&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling very paranoid/tensed/apprehensive/and whatever else synonym you can think of last night and today (till 5pm because the results were only released then) about my results. This is because if I were to fail my CA, I am not eligible to sit for my Exams. So I guess all that hard work (not to mention the late nights, long hours and tears[literally]!!!!) paid off. And I'm happy =)) Not only that, today was my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;FINAL&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; lecture so that means &lt;strong&gt;I don't have to go to school anymore until next semester&lt;/strong&gt;(not counting exams) !!!!!!! Thank god they decided to end the week on Friday and not Saturday (my school days are Mon-Sat, everyday FYI) !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I'm left with three 3 hours long papers on the 29th, 30th of May and on the 1st of June and then I'll be freeeeeeeeeeeee!!! Term break would be great! It is from 1st June (after the paper ends at 1pm) all the way to 6th July! That's one month and one week!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HOW AWESOME IS THAT?!!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*laughs evilly at the Polytechnic students who only have 2 weeks break!!*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;WAKAKAKAKAKAKAKA!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright then, I'm going to bed right now! I know, unbelievable right... coming from someone who sleeps at 5.30am practically everyday! I'm settling and paying off my sleep debt... HAHAHAHAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owe you guys &lt;strong&gt;THREE&lt;/strong&gt; blog entries that I'll be posting up tomorrow okay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight Owls! Don't sleep too late okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;❤&lt;/span&gt;Nadiah &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-3585995472039108865?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/3585995472039108865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=3585995472039108865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/3585995472039108865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/3585995472039108865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-so-you-know.html' title='Just so you know...'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/ShbF1FTf6yI/AAAAAAAABVw/nLKv2sSRBiA/s72-c/ca+results.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-1616553388341944182</id><published>2009-05-22T01:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T01:12:00.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got blue nails and I'm not afraid to use it!</title><content type='html'>OMG! I've been so lazy lately. I've been skipping school because I *cough* overslept *cough*, not mugging as hard as I should be, MSNing/Chatting/Twittering/Facebook-ing/Playing stupid games like Restaurant City way too much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND EXAMS IS IN ONE WEEK!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Practicing Maths especially Intergration!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Continue doing my Business English Practice online.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start on Managing People and Organisations.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blog a proper post and not leave it to rot in the &lt;em&gt;Draft&lt;/em&gt; thingy. (I've got 16 half written post!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/ShWLhfXOz3I/AAAAAAAABVQ/NUGa6lNHQXk/s1600-h/hahaha.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338326340788473714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/ShWLhfXOz3I/AAAAAAAABVQ/NUGa6lNHQXk/s400/hahaha.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAHAHAHAHA @ Nicole's Twitter. Fyi, my personal message on MSN is..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/ShWL5FgFEII/AAAAAAAABVg/kKMvi_x54oY/s1600-h/msn.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338326746163122306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 65px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/ShWL5FgFEII/AAAAAAAABVg/kKMvi_x54oY/s400/msn.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" I'LL KICK HIS ASS SO BAD THAT HE WON'T BE ABLE TO SHIT AGAIN!! HAHAHA"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/ShWLhA-kELI/AAAAAAAABVI/_j1aUZ2PfoU/s1600-h/NEW+MOON+ZOMFG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338326332631945394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/ShWLhA-kELI/AAAAAAAABVI/_j1aUZ2PfoU/s400/NEW+MOON+ZOMFG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!! I CAN'T WAIT FOR NEW MOON!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/ShWLgzk82GI/AAAAAAAABVA/C0yCYFf6Aio/s1600-h/ohno.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338326329034856546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/ShWLgzk82GI/AAAAAAAABVA/C0yCYFf6Aio/s400/ohno.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MY CA RESULTS IS TODAY!!!! ZOMFG I'M FEELING SO PARANOID RIGHT NOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;IF I FAIL CA, CANNOT SIT FOR EXAM! NEED TO REPEAT WHOLE SEMESTER!&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;WISH ME LUCK!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, I know this a lousy post.. I'll blog properly on Saturday okay! PROMISE!!! &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/24391808-1616553388341944182?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/1616553388341944182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=1616553388341944182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/1616553388341944182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/1616553388341944182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-cut-me-off-prepare-to-die-hahaha.html' title='I&apos;ve got blue nails and I&apos;m not afraid to use it!'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/ShWLhfXOz3I/AAAAAAAABVQ/NUGa6lNHQXk/s72-c/hahaha.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-5890734725446075612</id><published>2009-05-21T03:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T03:32:24.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Korean Movies are addictive because KOREAN MEN ARE SO HOT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sorry but, YUMMMM~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/ShRYw7IKGqI/AAAAAAAABUo/ZMR4RwzVl_A/s1600-h/Park+Ki-woong+4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337989055869754018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 359px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/ShRYw7IKGqI/AAAAAAAABUo/ZMR4RwzVl_A/s400/Park+Ki-woong+4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/ShRYwiB2zmI/AAAAAAAABUg/C4B28C7aPNM/s1600-h/Park+Ki-woong+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337989049132437090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/ShRYwiB2zmI/AAAAAAAABUg/C4B28C7aPNM/s400/Park+Ki-woong+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/ShRYwehgH6I/AAAAAAAABUY/K5vxZG06TxM/s1600-h/Park+Ki-woong+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337989048191426466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/ShRYwehgH6I/AAAAAAAABUY/K5vxZG06TxM/s400/Park+Ki-woong+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/ShRYwMhXzYI/AAAAAAAABUQ/RbLM8CqzOJQ/s1600-h/Park+Ki-woong+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337989043359042946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/ShRYwMhXzYI/AAAAAAAABUQ/RbLM8CqzOJQ/s400/Park+Ki-woong+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/ShRaGBNsdDI/AAAAAAAABUw/HMxdTm2DJ28/s1600-h/Park+Ki-woong+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337990517792470066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/ShRaGBNsdDI/AAAAAAAABUw/HMxdTm2DJ28/s400/Park+Ki-woong+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Park Ki-woong!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want you badly, TEEHEE!&lt;/span&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/24391808-5890734725446075612?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/5890734725446075612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=5890734725446075612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/5890734725446075612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/5890734725446075612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/05/korean-movies-are-addictive-because.html' title='Korean Movies are addictive because KOREAN MEN ARE SO HOT!!!'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/ShRYw7IKGqI/AAAAAAAABUo/ZMR4RwzVl_A/s72-c/Park+Ki-woong+4.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-8781315512654374063</id><published>2009-05-19T22:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:37:56.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I should really start Mugging before its too late</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;English For Business&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unm.edu/~mgriffin/englab.html"&gt;http://www.unm.edu/~mgriffin/englab.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(do the fragments &amp;amp; parallel structure and any other areas you may feel you need additional practice)&lt;br /&gt;·Sentence fragments: Complete web-based exercises in pg.12. &lt;a href="http://www.quia.com/pop/13222.html"&gt;http://www.quia.com/pop/13222.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Dangling modifiers: Complete web-based exercises in pg.12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.towson.edu/ows/exercisedmm.htm"&gt;http://www.towson.edu/ows/exercisedmm.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.towson.edu/ows/exercisedmm2.htm"&gt;http://www.towson.edu/ows/exercisedmm2.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.towson.edu/ows/exercisedmm3.htm"&gt;http://www.towson.edu/ows/exercisedmm3.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://72.14.235.132/search?q=cache:lygvpD7C_Q4J:gato-docs.its.txstate.edu/slac/Subject/Writing/Grammer/Self-Test-for-Dangling-and-Misplaced-Modifiers/Self-Test%2520for%2520Dangling%2520and%2520Misplaced%2520Modifiers.pdf+dangling+modifiers+worksheet&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;ct=clnk&amp;amp;cd=1"&gt;http://72.14.235.132/search?q=cache:lygvpD7C_Q4J:gato-docs.its.txstate.edu/slac/Subject/Writing/Grammer/Self-Test-for-Dangling-and-Misplaced-Modifiers/Self-Test%2520for%2520Dangling%2520and%2520Misplaced%2520Modifiers.pdf+dangling+modifiers+worksheet&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;ct=clnk&amp;amp;cd=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tomball.lonestar.edu/45266/"&gt;http://tomball.lonestar.edu/45266/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.       Faulty Parallelism: Complete web-based exercises in pg.12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://english.clas.asu.edu/files/shared/enged/ParallelStructure.pdf"&gt;http://english.clas.asu.edu/files/shared/enged/ParallelStructure.pdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chompchomp.com/structure01/structure01.htm"&gt;http://www.chompchomp.com/structure01/structure01.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://grammar.ccc.commnet.edu/GRAMMAR/quizzes/parallelism2_quiz.htm"&gt;http://grammar.ccc.commnet.edu/GRAMMAR/quizzes/parallelism2_quiz.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://homepages.cambrianc.on.ca/tutorial/thetutorialcentre/writing/parallel_structure.htm"&gt;http://homepages.cambrianc.on.ca/tutorial/thetutorialcentre/writing/parallel_structure.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.towson.edu/ows/exerciseparal.htm"&gt;http://www.towson.edu/ows/exerciseparal.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.towson.edu/ows/exerciseparal2.htm"&gt;http://www.towson.edu/ows/exerciseparal2.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.towson.edu/ows/exerciseparal3.htm"&gt;http://www.towson.edu/ows/exerciseparal3.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.       Conciseness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://grammar.ccc.commnet.edu/grammar/quizzes/wordy_quiz.htm"&gt;http://grammar.ccc.commnet.edu/grammar/quizzes/wordy_quiz.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://personal.georgiasouthern.edu/~tgiles/Tim"&gt;http://personal.georgiasouthern.edu/~tgiles/Tim'sGrammarExercises/Conciseness/conciseness.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://owl.english.purdue.edu/handouts/general/gl_conciseEX1.html"&gt;http://owl.english.purdue.edu/handouts/general/gl_conciseEX1.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.       Transitions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.grammar-quizzes.com/9-10.html"&gt;http://www.grammar-quizzes.com/9-10.html&lt;/a&gt;  (scroll down pls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.grammar-quizzes.com/8-10.html"&gt;http://www.grammar-quizzes.com/8-10.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall update this later with Business Maths and MPO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-8781315512654374063?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/8781315512654374063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=8781315512654374063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/8781315512654374063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/8781315512654374063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-should-really-start-mugging-before.html' title='I should really start Mugging before its too late'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-5620841619590225612</id><published>2009-05-19T17:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T17:46:37.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting way out of hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/ShJ_p8OsYqI/AAAAAAAABT8/7LHrY1WrK34/s1600-h/19052009724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337468866906579618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/ShJ_p8OsYqI/AAAAAAAABT8/7LHrY1WrK34/s400/19052009724.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday was Starbucks... And today, Coffee Bean... Oh no. I should stop drinking so much Coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-5620841619590225612?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/5620841619590225612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=5620841619590225612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/5620841619590225612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/5620841619590225612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/05/getting-way-out-of-hand.html' title='Getting way out of hand'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/ShJ_p8OsYqI/AAAAAAAABT8/7LHrY1WrK34/s72-c/19052009724.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-4159455422551670722</id><published>2009-05-19T02:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T02:07:07.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I ought to be studying but...</title><content type='html'>I'm having a really really bad migraine right now. :( I think I'm going to take a shower and head to bed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-4159455422551670722?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/4159455422551670722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=4159455422551670722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/4159455422551670722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/4159455422551670722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-ought-to-be-studying-but.html' title='I ought to be studying but...'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-9006109825045523800</id><published>2009-05-16T01:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T01:38:44.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I yearn for...</title><content type='html'>I don't feel like blogging nowadays. I'm feeling so exasperated lately. And Nash ditched our supposedly plan to watch Angels and Demons on Monday. Bloody bitch. Lol. Someone date me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm, I think I am in need of coffee right now... But... but I just had coffee at Starbucks with bestfriend just now. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-9006109825045523800?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/9006109825045523800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=9006109825045523800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/9006109825045523800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/9006109825045523800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-yearn-for.html' title='I yearn for...'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-4529844827802106296</id><published>2009-05-15T01:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T02:10:05.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to shoot myself in the head</title><content type='html'>I wonder why I keep on promising myself to do something yet I'll never actually come about upon doing them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-4529844827802106296?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/4529844827802106296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=4529844827802106296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/4529844827802106296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/4529844827802106296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-to-shoot-myself-in-head.html' title='i want to shoot myself in the head'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-9085033393969536630</id><published>2009-05-12T10:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T11:00:28.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>K.O.</title><content type='html'>Ohmygod, I feel so full &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 8.45am! And met Nash at 9.20am! Went to Coral Secondary School and collected out yearbook. The plan is for me to go to school and eat my breakfast and go back to Whitesands to do some self studying. BUUUUUUTT, I needed the toilet after eating at CSS lol. And I didn't want to use the public ones so I actually bused home. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. So I'm done using the toilet and now I feel damn sleepy. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only I had very little sleep (slept at 3 am or so and I had only 2 hours of sleep the day before!) , I am very very full and its raining!!! What a nice weather so sleep... Mmmmmmmmmmm... Okay! I think I shall sleep for an hour and leave for school yet once again lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nightnight Sugar Dreams (quote from Azhary lol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-9085033393969536630?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/9085033393969536630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=9085033393969536630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/9085033393969536630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/9085033393969536630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/05/ko.html' title='K.O.'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-663285462959218608</id><published>2009-05-12T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T00:25:21.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OHMYGOODNESS</title><content type='html'>I am sick and tired of idiotic people around me. Constantly pissing me off.  I just feel like murdering them seriously. I need to rant. &lt;strong&gt;A.S.A.P.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-663285462959218608?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/663285462959218608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=663285462959218608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/663285462959218608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/663285462959218608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/05/ohmygoodness.html' title='OHMYGOODNESS'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-2371180111137929028</id><published>2009-05-10T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T01:26:22.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgW8lKmPZjI/AAAAAAAABSs/KqQSwxzvrxM/s1600-h/11(.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333876680376149554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgW8lKmPZjI/AAAAAAAABSs/KqQSwxzvrxM/s400/11(.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgW8lIKmOiI/AAAAAAAABSk/Zb1GMZL2PE0/s1600-h/22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333876679723334178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgW8lIKmOiI/AAAAAAAABSk/Zb1GMZL2PE0/s400/22.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Click to enlarge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/24391808-2371180111137929028?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/2371180111137929028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=2371180111137929028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/2371180111137929028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/2371180111137929028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-first.html' title='My first.'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgW8lKmPZjI/AAAAAAAABSs/KqQSwxzvrxM/s72-c/11(.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-8026361136817077902</id><published>2009-05-09T22:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T23:03:25.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puerile People</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hello aliens! :)&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't been blogging and being MIA from MSN/FACEBOOK/TWITTER/WHATEVER recently.. That's because I'm a very very busy person! Hard to believe right! I KNOW! I can not believe it myself! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(2:15 AM) NADS❤: sigh&lt;br /&gt;(2:16 AM) s u a i d a h: whyyyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;(2:16 AM) NADS❤: i feel sian&lt;br /&gt;(2:16 AM) s u a i d a h: do smth intersting la&lt;br /&gt;(2:16 AM) s u a i d a h: hahah&lt;br /&gt;(2:16 AM) s u a i d a h: like&lt;br /&gt;(2:17 AM) s u a i d a h: do ur pile up homework&lt;br /&gt;(2:17 AM) NADS❤: i done everything alr&lt;br /&gt;(2:17 AM) NADS❤: no more work to do&lt;br /&gt;(2:17 AM) NADS❤: HAHAAH&lt;br /&gt;(2:17 AM) NADS❤: oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;(2:17 AM) s u a i d a h: YOUVE CHANGED!&lt;br /&gt;(2:17 AM) s u a i d a h: *claps*&lt;br /&gt;(2:18 AM) NADS❤: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. 2 group projects, 3 individual projects and essays downnnn. One more group project to go! And its like basically done because we're left with printing it only! :)) WAKAKAKAKAKA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, so here I am. I was feeling utterly bored while eating McFlurry (i know.. again lol), contemplating if I should continue doing my Business Mathematics revision or to blog. I swear, it was a really tough decision lol, but I decided to blog! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;( 08/05/09 ; 3:35PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday, 4th May 2009❤&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Went to school early to meet Kai Xuan for Maths. I needed him to check my project answers and for him to teach me Differentiation *shudders at the evil evil maths term!* Reached SIM at 11.30AM and waited for KX at the picnic benches at level 3 near Namly Cafe. He was late... (as usual...) and then when he arrived he told me that Alka was in school also and to meet her in the study room to do Maths together. Then do do do. Thought Alka Functions. And all that. After that, I accompanied KX to lunch. He bought Chinese Fried Rice while I bought Chicken Pau + Mineral Water (I swear, SIM is making a lot of money from me because I buy mineral water from them everyday. $1 X 6 = $6/week! ) He ate damn fast sia. TSK. When he finished his meal, I only took like 2 bites of my pau. Then when I saw his plate empty I began packing my bag. LoL. He told me he could wait and asked me to eat first lol. I went like O.O I eat slow. Go up lah. I can eat class what. Which we did. (It took me 20 mins to finish up my pau. hhahahahaha) AND THENNNNN, something happened in class which made me angry which made me cry. AWWWW. LOL LOL LOL. (&lt;a href="http://hopetanglesonastring.blogspot.com/2009/05/pot-calling-kettle-black.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;) But, I realise, the person is not worth my tears. WAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, I had no group for my MPO project because this girl decided to kick me out because she can't stand my 'fakeness' (wtf, tell me last minute. No decency to tell earlier. DAMN immature please *shakeshead*) ANYWAY, so after class I scrambled to find a group (more like begging sia wtf). LUCKILY, I approached Lixi. And she said she'll help me. She called her group leader and handed her handphone to me. I then explained my situation and luckily he understood and allowed me in his group. I initially thought the guy was Chinese. Then halfway into the conversation, I realised he had a Malay accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Me: EHHHHH, where are you from?&lt;br /&gt;GL: Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;Me: HUH. Whats your name?&lt;br /&gt;GL: Aqashah.&lt;br /&gt;Me: OMG AQASHAH. NI NADIAH LAHHHH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(Here onwards, nadiah continued blogging on 09/05/09)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TSK I thought who sia. Then after everything was settled I took the bus to NP&lt;br /&gt;to meet Bazli. I was supposed to take Bus 154 but I took Bus 174. HAHAHAHAHH&lt;br /&gt;SO, I ended up at BUKIT BATOK! WEST MALL! Ohmygod, being there reminds me of my one&lt;br /&gt;week in Millennia Insitute. Sigh. I gave up and cabbed to NP (I was an hour late by then LOL LOL LOL). Upon reaching NP, I couldn't find Bazli (obviously he wouldn't be waiting for me at the bus stop for THAT long right). So what I did was borrowed NP student's handphone to call Sakinah (at that point of time, my phone wasn't working due to some unforeseen reason T.T ). Sakinah became like the middle person between Bazli and I for the whole entire day HAHAHA. And I called Sakinah and not Bazli straight because he changed his handphone number without informing me (he claims he had mass text message but apparently, some people didn't receive it. -.- ). THENNN, *angels singing* after waiting for him at the bus stop for 45 minutes, I saw Bazli. Then followed him to his bag and laptop and it was then I met his NP mate, Marcus, who speaks in a very &lt;em&gt;tak pass punya&lt;/em&gt; American accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were pondering over where to go after this but BAZLI wanted to have his lunch/dinner. SO YEAH, I followed them since I has nothing to do anyways. I have to admit, I kind of like the atmosphere of the school's cafeteria. It feels like... a kopitiam... But in a good way! HAHA. And there's a freaking Subway! Why can't SIM have a Subway franchise too?!?! So both Bazli and Marcus went on to have their meal while Nur Nadiah Binte Anwar went about her own business. Doing MATHS *shudders* and used Bazli's phone to contact people. TEEHEE. After that we had to use Marcus's laptop to get directions to Great World City because both of us didn't know hoe to get there even after staying in Singapore for our whole lives lol. Bused to Clementi MRT and trained to Dhoby Ghaut MRT. We were kind of late already by then (we had to collect our tickets in between 8.15PM to 8.45PM sharp and it was already 8.30PM), hence we cabbed to GWC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I met Taqinah (&lt;a href="http://princess-taqinah.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://princess-taqinah.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;) and her TP friends! Collected our tickets and checked in our handphones/laptops and we went in the theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgV1zFF-OPI/AAAAAAAABPs/tpuBJvVNGN0/s1600-h/3191_185483595071_681350071_6817170_1268458_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333798854091225330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgV1zFF-OPI/AAAAAAAABPs/tpuBJvVNGN0/s400/3191_185483595071_681350071_6817170_1268458_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgV1y-q3KkI/AAAAAAAABPk/bVevmM1Gcew/s1600-h/3191_185483590071_681350071_6817169_293433_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333798852366903874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgV1y-q3KkI/AAAAAAAABPk/bVevmM1Gcew/s400/3191_185483590071_681350071_6817169_293433_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgV1yyYwfbI/AAAAAAAABPc/qgb-QbHFN54/s1600-h/3191_185483585071_681350071_6817168_6875398_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333798849069743538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgV1yyYwfbI/AAAAAAAABPc/qgb-QbHFN54/s400/3191_185483585071_681350071_6817168_6875398_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would've uploaded a picture of Taqinah and I that we took at the Cinema but I looked awful... (Pictures, credits to Larry, which I stolen it off Facebook. HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had bag check after that whereby the cinema staffs flash their flashlight into our bags to see if we have any recording devices. Hehe, I HAD A LOT of things in my bag including my cheerbear! HAHAHHAHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgV4YGauV4I/AAAAAAAABQM/bK3GUMKQNXU/s1600-h/22042009674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333801689125115778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgV4YGauV4I/AAAAAAAABQM/bK3GUMKQNXU/s400/22042009674.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAR TREK WAS AWESOMEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! Its funny + exciting! I like it so much overall! Sad to say, I like movies with fight scenes. ^^ The only downside to the whole experience to this Nuffnang Movie Event was that we came late so we had to sit right in front so we had to crane our heads so so much. It ended at 11.45PM and I was feeling paranoid because I had a bad feeling that Daddy was going to scold me. But then again, I had no curfew so I wasn't TOO worried. Bazli however, has a 12PM curfew so he was almost close to hysteria (HAHAHAH, joking!). I said goodbye to Taqinah + friends and Bazli and I made our way to the bus stop and bused to the nearest MRT (which I forgotten which) and trained back to Pasir Ris (it was the last train). Then I found out that my handphone was working so I started SMSing people. In 10 minutes, I sent out over 20 text messages. HEHEHEEHEHEHEHE. I had to settle some stuffs with Aqashah also. Upon reaching Pasir Ris and after seperating with Bazli, I called Dzulfikhar and asked him to accompany me whilst complaining lol. Surprisingly, when Daddy opened the door to our home, he didn't scold me or even say anything about me coming home late! HAHAHAH. I was really really surprised! Continued to talk to Dzul until both of us were groggy. Then I had to force myself not to sleep because I had to write the Introduction for the 'Edmunds Corrugated Service and Parts' case study. Went to bed at 5.3ishAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday, 5th May 2009❤&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 8AM because I had to meet Aqashah at 11AM in school. Bathed and got ready fast and head out the door. I slept countless times in the MRT on the way to Newton. The jerking of the train kept waking me up... And then I'll fall asleep again. I was THAT tired to the point that I kept dropping my books/wallet/handphone/whatever. AND OMG, I really hate kiasu Singaporeans at City Hall Interchange (when changing from the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Green&lt;/span&gt; line to the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt; line). They feel the need TO RUN. Um, you're late for work already so either ways, a few more minutes added to your lateness wouldn't make a whole lot of a difference TSK. And they HAVE to stand right in front of the train's door, not allowing people to get out of the cabin/compartment/whatever and cutting people's queue... LIKE MINE! GRRRR! But, I didn't feel angry at all because I got a seat for myself. I can't believe I actually slept in the MRT from City Hall to Newton.. That's like only 4 stops! And I almost missed Newton. :( I woke up in time to hear the 'doors are closing' and I rushed out with my heart beating ferociously against my chest. I swear, I don't know why but my head and my body wasn't really being coordinated. Bused to SIM and walked into school. I reached school at 11AM sharp and I texted Aqashah. It turns out he was still at home -.- and my text had awaken him. wtf. I rushed for nothing. Luckily, I had my laptop with me so I didn't really fuss much about it. He came one and a half hours late! I didn't whine or complain of course (which is unnatural for me) due to the fact that he was kind enough to let me in his group. I gave the introduction which he accepted it and then, he gave me more work to do. The conclusion. Duhhh, he could have told me earlier and I could've done it and be free right... tsk.. But yet again, I didn't complain. After completing that, I realised how much the essay that the china people had written sucked (no offence but the number of grammar mistakes, vocabulary and the flow of the essay was atrocious). Sooooo, I edited it and made the cover page, the reference page and the content page. Man, I'm goooood. You guys are fortunate to have me in the group mann. (HAAHAHAH, self-flattery tak habis habis =/) We then head to the library to print the project. And it needed a cashcard.. And who comes to the rescue....? &lt;strong&gt;NUR NADIAH&lt;/strong&gt;... again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school (I left early), I met up with Nash to just bitch and catch up you know. She's my best best best friend and we made a pact to meet at least once a week. So yeah. Met her at Pasir Ris interchange and then we bused to Downtown East. Innitially we wanted to meet up for coffee but Nash wanted Mcdonalds so I agreed. I ate Mcflurry! Hohoho. Slacked till 8+ and went home. Didn't really do much that night except watch TV. HAHAHAHAAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday, 6th May 2009❤&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really remember what I did on this day. I remembered writing an essay about Teenage Depression.. which I did everything by myself FYI/BTW/ANW. Oh, there was this poster + advertisement + tagline group work which I teamed up with the people sitting behind me. I like them a lot. Really happening bunch. After class, I took 154 to Ngee Ann Poly to meet up with Atiqah for dinner! We cabbed to City Vibe at Clementi (which was near but we were very lazy to take a bus). We had dinner at Ramen Ten + Shintokyo Sushi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgWKBiregPI/AAAAAAAABQU/77c3vAzzbXo/s1600-h/DSC01099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333821092783882482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgWKBiregPI/AAAAAAAABQU/77c3vAzzbXo/s400/DSC01099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mine! I can't remember what this is called though. Japanese Western, Chicken Teriyaki with Rice and Miso Soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgWKBjx684I/AAAAAAAABQc/5SeYay-k-u4/s1600-h/DSC01100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333821093079348098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgWKBjx684I/AAAAAAAABQc/5SeYay-k-u4/s400/DSC01100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Atiqah's Tom Yum chicken Cutlet Ramen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgWKB_9eqBI/AAAAAAAABQk/CXUtFKX8MEQ/s1600-h/DSC01101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333821100644018194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgWKB_9eqBI/AAAAAAAABQk/CXUtFKX8MEQ/s400/DSC01101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ice-lemon tea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgWKBx0gQqI/AAAAAAAABQs/2i8Fr3vHGrA/s1600-h/DSC01098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333821096848278178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgWKBx0gQqI/AAAAAAAABQs/2i8Fr3vHGrA/s400/DSC01098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgWKCGLlomI/AAAAAAAABQ0/S3DEqQ_9-oE/s1600-h/DSC01102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333821102313808482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgWKCGLlomI/AAAAAAAABQ0/S3DEqQ_9-oE/s400/DSC01102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgWK5AfE8yI/AAAAAAAABQ8/rLN4ib6srWw/s1600-h/DSC01105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333822045677744930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgWK5AfE8yI/AAAAAAAABQ8/rLN4ib6srWw/s400/DSC01105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgWK5YbPL3I/AAAAAAAABRE/aZPJ5hd7Du4/s1600-h/DSC01103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333822052104089458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgWK5YbPL3I/AAAAAAAABRE/aZPJ5hd7Du4/s400/DSC01103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We don't know why.. But we like the chandelier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgWK6LglFGI/AAAAAAAABRc/ujLCYehhYaI/s1600-h/DSC01118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333822065816704098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgWK6LglFGI/AAAAAAAABRc/ujLCYehhYaI/s400/DSC01118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guess who is who? Lol, what a duhh question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgWK5jHgL3I/AAAAAAAABRU/nWbbYEqSPOQ/s1600-h/DSC01112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333822054974107506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgWK5jHgL3I/AAAAAAAABRU/nWbbYEqSPOQ/s400/DSC01112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sorry for the idiotic/ugly ass faces (especially mine) WE WERE TIREDDDDDD and WE COULDN'T CARE LESS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bitching session with Atiqah is always super duper fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday, 7th May 2009❤&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do much. Skipped school and slept for 13 and a half hours. It was awesomeeeeeee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday, 8th May 2009❤&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Did nothing much on this day too. Left for school. Mugged Maths a lot. MSN a lot. Webcammed a lot too! HAHA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgWPAsODPUI/AAAAAAAABR0/S787Hf5prcs/s1600-h/wakakaaka2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333826575723085122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgWPAsODPUI/AAAAAAAABR0/S787Hf5prcs/s400/wakakaaka2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Atiqah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgWPAfquhfI/AAAAAAAABRs/8UkoQvhJDes/s1600-h/HAHA+LOL2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333826572353701362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgWPAfquhfI/AAAAAAAABRs/8UkoQvhJDes/s400/HAHA+LOL2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took this because I thought I looked good initially... But now, I think... I don't really look that good. Lol Lol Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgWPAUM96KI/AAAAAAAABRk/s17-W7VKj1Y/s1600-h/ahhaahh+222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333826569276090530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgWPAUM96KI/AAAAAAAABRk/s17-W7VKj1Y/s400/ahhaahh+222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pixelated self due to unglam picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgWPBBFI3zI/AAAAAAAABR8/sPLHlBRbY60/s1600-h/08052009690_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333826581322850098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgWPBBFI3zI/AAAAAAAABR8/sPLHlBRbY60/s400/08052009690_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God Bless McFlurry HAHAHAHHAAH&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that I met Nash at Downtown East for dinner and catch up session agian! And while walking home....we heard a few people (mats) on bicycles so we decided to give them way....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*moves aside*&lt;br /&gt;Cyclist: Thank You! (in the most act cute way. damn annoying)&lt;br /&gt;Me: You're welcome. (loudly)&lt;br /&gt;Nash: Hehe. (louder)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Haha. (even more louder)&lt;br /&gt;Cyclist: Shut up!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday, 8th May 2009❤&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I was supposed to crash Nash's class picnic today but I decided against it this morning because the weather was too nice and I wanted to sleep in... Which I did! HAHAAHAHA. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgWZ8kd5DuI/AAAAAAAABSE/46ik-wNnFZs/s1600-h/09052009691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333838599550471906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgWZ8kd5DuI/AAAAAAAABSE/46ik-wNnFZs/s400/09052009691.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before I played Yesterday-Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgWZ8_EV30I/AAAAAAAABSM/BKo8H5SI8ik/s1600-h/09052009692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333838606691065666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgWZ8_EV30I/AAAAAAAABSM/BKo8H5SI8ik/s400/09052009692.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While listening to the beatles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgWZ9UPKOCI/AAAAAAAABSU/QLWjJjtjDuE/s1600-h/09052009693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333838612373583906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgWZ9UPKOCI/AAAAAAAABSU/QLWjJjtjDuE/s400/09052009693.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After listening to The Beatles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-8026361136817077902?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/8026361136817077902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=8026361136817077902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/8026361136817077902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/8026361136817077902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/05/puerile-people.html' title='Puerile People'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgV1zFF-OPI/AAAAAAAABPs/tpuBJvVNGN0/s72-c/3191_185483595071_681350071_6817170_1268458_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-395153939674455615</id><published>2009-05-09T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T01:05:37.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's a Bitch... To Dzul!</title><content type='html'>I'm halfway through blogging! I'll post it up tomorrow! Hopefully! HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/fantastical/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are The Moon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Hope, expectation, Bright promises.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;The Moon is a card of magic and mystery - when prominent you know that nothing is as it seems, particularly when it concerns relationships. All logic is thrown out the window.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;The Moon is all about visions and illusions, madness, genius and poetry. This is a card that has to do with sleep, and so with both dreams and nightmares. It is a scary card in that it warns that there might be hidden enemies, tricks and falsehoods. But it should also be remembered that this is a card of great creativity, of powerful magic, primal feelings and intuition. You may be going through a time of emotional and mental trial; if you&amp;nbsp;have any past mental problems, you must be vigilant in taking your medication but avoid drugs or alcohol, as abuse of either will cause them irreparable damage. This time however, can also result in great creativity, psychic powers, visions and insight. You can and should trust your intuition.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot" target="_blank"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-395153939674455615?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/395153939674455615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=395153939674455615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/395153939674455615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/395153939674455615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/05/lifes-bitch-to-dzul.html' title='Life&apos;s a Bitch... To Dzul!'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-4199209900873021932</id><published>2009-05-01T14:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T15:03:29.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY FIRST WINNING ENTRY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SfqdowGiXyI/AAAAAAAABO0/g_nwR7x_uzY/s1600-h/YAYK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330746432379051810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SfqdowGiXyI/AAAAAAAABO0/g_nwR7x_uzY/s400/YAYK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Click to Enlarge)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YAY!!!! It only took 15 hours for me to get the email from Nuffnang after submitting my entry :) Can I add that I'm very very happy because this is my FIRST prize from Nuffnang? =DDDDD Now, who wants to go with me!? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks Nuffnang ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-4199209900873021932?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/4199209900873021932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=4199209900873021932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/4199209900873021932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/4199209900873021932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-first-winning-entry.html' title='MY FIRST WINNING ENTRY!'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SfqdowGiXyI/AAAAAAAABO0/g_nwR7x_uzY/s72-c/YAYK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-3188367012630875775</id><published>2009-04-30T22:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:12:01.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facts which I know about Star Trek and its casts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/Sfmxxx7WWII/AAAAAAAABOk/X2GI0nS6saE/s1600-h/star-trek-1-sheet_german-low-res-jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330487102743664770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/Sfmxxx7WWII/AAAAAAAABOk/X2GI0nS6saE/s400/star-trek-1-sheet_german-low-res-jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HMMMMM, what DO I know about STARTREK?!?! *thinks hard*&lt;br /&gt;Quite a bit.. Pffftttt, you think I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING about Startrek!? TSKKK TSKKKK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that.... It was a Science Fiction Television Series started in 1966. I know that.... It then became an Animated Series in 1973. I know that.... It has always been a television series until now! I know that.... Star Trek : The Future begins, is directed by J.J. Abrams. I know that.... the movie has great actors like Chris Pine (WHO IS SO HOT BY THE WAY ZOMFG! *drools*) , Zachary Quinto, Karl Urban. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I want to watch the movie???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BECAUSE I WANT TO STARE AT CHRIS'S FACE, THAT'S WHY!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hahahahahaa! I'm joking I'm joking.. though that's ONE of the reasons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first heard about Star Trek the movie, I rolled my eyes and thought it would be boring... similar to the other boring sci-fi movies I've watched... I've never really been into sci-fi films... until NOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EHHHH, HOW COME?!?! WHAT MADE NADIAH CHANGE HER MIND?!!?!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you why...&lt;br /&gt;I have this friend who LOVES Startrek so so much and she kept pestering me to AT LEAST go to its official website and watch the trailer.. Which I refused to do so at first. But I gave in eventually (she got on my nerves GRR)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AAAANNNNNNNNNDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/Sfm5jZN8WNI/AAAAAAAABOs/SX7uDpnIiWY/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330495651685619922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/Sfm5jZN8WNI/AAAAAAAABOs/SX7uDpnIiWY/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My face literally went like that! =O The website is so so so so so so cool times one million!! LOL. GO CHECK IT OUT @ &lt;a href="http://www.startrekmovie.com/"&gt;http://www.startrekmovie.com/&lt;/a&gt; . WATCH THE TRAILER TOO ZOMG. I didn't regret my decision to go to the website! The animations caught my attention and i just got stuck! It made me wonder how the effects would be in the movie itself. So thats is my first reason, I would want to watch this movie because of the animation/sound system/3D effects. Secondly, it would give me the opportunity to let my imagination and fantasy run wild again like a little kid! =D Thirdly, I ❤LOVEEE❤ THE COSTUMES! SO SUPERHERO-ISH. And lastly, I get to see Chris Pine on the BIG screen..... okay, fine... &amp;amp; the other actors too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="280" width="336"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.ppiwidget.com/campaigns/as3base.swf?inst_id=1197095"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.ppiwidget.com/campaigns/as3base.swf?inst_id=1197095" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="336" height="280" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Catch Star Trek in cinemas on May 7!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-3188367012630875775?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/3188367012630875775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=3188367012630875775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/3188367012630875775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/3188367012630875775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/04/facts-which-i-know-about-star-trek-and.html' title='Facts which I know about Star Trek and its casts'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/Sfmxxx7WWII/AAAAAAAABOk/X2GI0nS6saE/s72-c/star-trek-1-sheet_german-low-res-jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-6557128598293868794</id><published>2009-04-30T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T20:05:34.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know I love you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOMMY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-6557128598293868794?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/6557128598293868794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=6557128598293868794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/6557128598293868794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/6557128598293868794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-know-i-love-you.html' title='You know I love you!'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-611744639938584222</id><published>2009-04-29T19:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T19:40:49.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this song.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wivmk-6eP40&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wivmk-6eP40&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign says 5 miles&lt;br /&gt;and I feel it's my fault this time&lt;br /&gt;that you're walking away to get on a plane &lt;br /&gt;and fly away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll be on time&lt;br /&gt;and I'll be waiting on standby&lt;br /&gt;Till the next time we fly &lt;br /&gt;or text something like &lt;br /&gt;"goodbye... I'll see you next time" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dry eyes tonight&lt;br /&gt;When I'm reaching over to you&lt;br /&gt;To find I'm missing you&lt;br /&gt;I'll just hold on tight&lt;br /&gt;And close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't see myself without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be fine&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I could turn back time&lt;br /&gt;And know the dim lights would mean&lt;br /&gt;You'd at home with me&lt;br /&gt;But I will know next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dry eyes tonight&lt;br /&gt;When I'm reaching over to you&lt;br /&gt;To find I'm missing you&lt;br /&gt;I'll just hold on tight&lt;br /&gt;And close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't see myself without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The path is lonely&lt;br /&gt;As the labor seems more like pain&lt;br /&gt;My soul is heavy&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to see you again&lt;br /&gt;Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dry eyes tonight&lt;br /&gt;When I'm reaching over to you&lt;br /&gt;To find I'm missing you&lt;br /&gt;I'll just hold on tight&lt;br /&gt;And close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't see myself without you&lt;br /&gt;No I can't see myself without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll be on time&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be waiting on standby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P/S: Its my 700th post! HURRAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-611744639938584222?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/611744639938584222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=611744639938584222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/611744639938584222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/611744639938584222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-this-song.html' title='I love this song.'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-3047014734744999424</id><published>2009-04-28T01:47:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T02:15:04.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annyong haseyo?</title><content type='html'>You know, on Friday night, I got really pissed and irked and I was feeling damn upset because of some things, that I actually stormed off in a middle of a pool game? Wow, I really have to start blogging all this soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Hatiku tidak meloncat riang lagi.&lt;br /&gt;Hatiku sudah bertukar menjadi kaca retak dua ribu.&lt;br /&gt;Ditiup angin sedikit sahaja, mesti hatiku akan pecah berderai.&lt;br /&gt;Jangan suruh sabar. Jangan suruh jangan sedih.&lt;br /&gt;Tolong suruh saya tarik nafas secara dalam dalam&lt;br /&gt;hembus dengan tenang. Janganlah pecah hati.&lt;br /&gt;Tolong jangan pecah pada masa ini. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Malay fail sia. &gt;.&lt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-3047014734744999424?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/3047014734744999424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=3047014734744999424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/3047014734744999424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/3047014734744999424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/04/annyong-haseyo.html' title='Annyong haseyo?'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-5438405646291797114</id><published>2009-04-27T01:04:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T02:07:17.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>expected it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SfSe4q-AepI/AAAAAAAABOc/AWYGAY-LheQ/s1600-h/__hopsesismistiona___by_neslihans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329058955530369682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SfSe4q-AepI/AAAAAAAABOc/AWYGAY-LheQ/s400/__hopsesismistiona___by_neslihans.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To whom it may concern: Thank You for spamming my tagboard. Your comment have been deleted by yours truly and please do not come again. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XOXO Nur Nadiah :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;********************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been pretty down lately that I'm not someone you would want to be around with at the moment. I've been emitting negative aura lol. Its because some things and some people are just irking me so much and I can't help it but to shut myself out of conversations and distant myself from people and bail on outings. Awwwwwww kesian Nadiah :( BUT, I guess I'm OKAY. I'm not too happy but I'm not depressed or anything you know. I'm the same old Nadiah... except maybe just quieter. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Alka: 'EH NADIAH LOOK!'&lt;br /&gt;*nadiah stares at alka with wide wide eyes*&lt;br /&gt;Alka: 'i fixed my gap!'&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah: *screams* OH!!!! OMG! I DIDN'T REALISE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;-23rd April 2009&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've got Business Mathematics later and I am not looking forward to it. I'm not even looking forward TO SCHOOL. I still miss Coral Sec so much. To be honest, I prefer Coral Sec 100 times more than SIM. Being in tertiary school means loads of self-studying which requires loads of self-discipline. Which I am seriously lacking. I prefer studying during class hours and getting homework done and getting forced to do work under the watchful eyes of our teachers. AT LEAST I'M DOING SOMETHING! I'm lagging behind so much now which is making me panicky and jumpy and and it may drive me to be hysteric very very soon. (I got my exams schedule/time/location/everything already!! ) The only upside to that news is that it'll be at HQ so I'll be able to meet ATIQAH!!!!! *hears angels singing*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright, I guess I probably should go to bed soon. I plan to wake up earlyyyyy (which I'm having serious doubts about it) because I need to go my earpiece (i don't know where I put mine T.T) for my iPOD ANNNNDDD I have to report to SIM MH'S Admin Office tomorrow. I DON'T KNOW WHY!! The suspense is killing me... literally. I hope its not because of how badly I've done for my MPO project (okay, I don't even know my results for this but it could be!! =O ). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okayyyy! Goodnight! Sweet Ben and Jerry's cookiedough and chocolate temptation ice-cream with sprinkles and M&amp;amp;M dreams :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P/S: I need shoes desperately. *pouts at Nash*&lt;br /&gt;P/P/S: I was just being random in my previous post.&lt;br /&gt;P/P/P/S: I love my Cat!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-5438405646291797114?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/5438405646291797114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=5438405646291797114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/5438405646291797114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/5438405646291797114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/04/expected-it.html' title='expected it'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SfSe4q-AepI/AAAAAAAABOc/AWYGAY-LheQ/s72-c/__hopsesismistiona___by_neslihans.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-1351768902184881055</id><published>2009-04-26T21:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T21:25:42.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh yeah</title><content type='html'>Help! Help! Somebody save me! Heeeelp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well whatta ya know, I've got an admirer&lt;br /&gt;Bad old putty cat&lt;br /&gt;I did, I did taw a putty cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh uh, that putty cat after me again&lt;br /&gt;Bad old putty cat&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the poor putty cat fall down&lt;br /&gt;I did! I did taw a putty cat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what that putty cat up to now&lt;br /&gt;What's this? A letter for me?&lt;br /&gt;I tawt I taw a putty cat&lt;br /&gt;Oh goody goody! A surprise for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hello putty cat. What's you doin' up there?&lt;br /&gt;You're so clever you really should have been a fox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. putty cat.&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha ha, now that putty cat thinks he's Buck Rogers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my poor little cwanium&lt;br /&gt;I thought I saw a puddy tat. I thought I saw another&lt;br /&gt;puddy tat. Hey, I'm surrounded by puddy tats.&lt;br /&gt;We gotta do more scratching? OK, I'll scratch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, puddy tat&lt;br /&gt;That puddy tat sure doesn't get discouraged&lt;br /&gt;Whatsamatter? Something going on behind my back?&lt;br /&gt;You bad old puddy tat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh come now, it can't be that bad&lt;br /&gt;Oh, poor puddy tat. We have to find you something to&lt;br /&gt;eat. Let's see, what do puddy tat's like to eat?&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, I tot I taw a peeping tom cat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-1351768902184881055?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/1351768902184881055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=1351768902184881055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/1351768902184881055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/1351768902184881055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-did-taw-outty-cat.html' title='oh yeah'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-2912845654826133152</id><published>2009-04-24T02:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T02:35:34.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another late night.</title><content type='html'>I am contemplating if I should close down my blog. I doubt I'll be blogging much anyway because I'm too lazy/busy from school &amp;amp; some stuff that I feel like writing isn't suitable for your eyes to see because it'll be too personal or embarrassing or rude to blog and publicise it for the whole world wide web to view. I'd rather put those words down on my private blog... Anyway, here's a little something for you before I get on with my persuasive essay. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SfCyuHyhySI/AAAAAAAABN8/yDFDJReieyw/s1600-h/reqs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327954864614000930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SfCyuHyhySI/AAAAAAAABN8/yDFDJReieyw/s400/reqs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Damn frustrating. Out of those 60 facebook requests, I only knew one personally. Wtf. I hate it when unknown people from my previous schools (PRPS/CSS) adds me for the sake of adding me. Tskkkkkkkkkkkk. Damn annoying for me to filter through (it went down to 45 reqs recently. but i'm too lazy to filter it further).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SfCyuKdQwYI/AAAAAAAABN0/lt6OIYHvyL4/s1600-h/22042009674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327954865330110850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SfCyuKdQwYI/AAAAAAAABN0/lt6OIYHvyL4/s400/22042009674.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh yeah. My Cheer Bear that I bring everywhere! [This was taken during English for Business Lecture (: ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SfCytygCBuI/AAAAAAAABNs/t9_tpDyhwqE/s1600-h/alka+fb+status.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327954858899277538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 40px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SfCytygCBuI/AAAAAAAABNs/t9_tpDyhwqE/s400/alka+fb+status.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AWWWWWWWWW! (Justin=KX)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SfCytm38zEI/AAAAAAAABNc/DK9Li5_rHA8/s1600-h/awak+buat+ku+pusing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327954855778372674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 15px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SfCytm38zEI/AAAAAAAABNc/DK9Li5_rHA8/s400/awak+buat+ku+pusing.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LOL, I said that to her and she got soooo amused. HAHAHAHA :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OKAY! BACK TO WORK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/24391808-2912845654826133152?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/2912845654826133152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=2912845654826133152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/2912845654826133152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/2912845654826133152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-late-night.html' title='Another late night.'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SfCyuHyhySI/AAAAAAAABN8/yDFDJReieyw/s72-c/reqs.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-2317395747556703228</id><published>2009-04-21T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T01:12:57.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel so alone</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I ponder.&lt;br /&gt;If I had made the right choice to be in SIM.&lt;br /&gt;A little bit too late for that already huh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-2317395747556703228?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/2317395747556703228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=2317395747556703228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/2317395747556703228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/2317395747556703228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-feel-so-alone.html' title='i feel so alone'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-2524848782207718874</id><published>2009-04-21T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T23:24:30.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nur Nadiah Anwar wants to change.</title><content type='html'>I feel damn sad today. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-2524848782207718874?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/2524848782207718874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=2524848782207718874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/2524848782207718874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/2524848782207718874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/04/nur-nadiah-anwar-wants-to-change.html' title='Nur Nadiah Anwar wants to change.'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-1691153837104253156</id><published>2009-04-21T02:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T03:05:35.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disoriented</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SezFnw1rtrI/AAAAAAAABNU/s06e_3JEcCg/s1600-h/miss+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326849746188089010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 79px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SezFnw1rtrI/AAAAAAAABNU/s06e_3JEcCg/s400/miss+me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can Nur Nadiah Anwar be doing on a Tuesday morning at 2:58AM?&lt;br /&gt;The answer is : Sitting on my bed with my laptop, &lt;strong&gt;trying&lt;/strong&gt; to type out some stuff for her 'English For Business' project. I bold the word 'trying' because I'm actually blogging while playing Restaurant City on Facebook and eating my sis's Triple Berry Whole Grain Cereal Flakes straight out of the bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad. BECAUSE I'm leaving this blog to die. I feel so sad seeing the same goddamn post when I open my internet browswer. I used to be a avid blogger. What happened to me ? =( Even if I DO blog, the entries woud be so so boringgggggg!!!! Mehhhhssss. I guess it doesn't really matter since life has been very slow for me. Every single day, i'll be doing the same damn thing. Wake up, get ready for school, go to school (including sleeping in the MRT hoho), 3 hours lecture and home. BLEHHHHH. Its so routined. I feel .. I feel so restless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I should really start on my work. Hagen's done with his!! I bet Alka's done with her share too. &amp;amp; Hagen's telling me to start my work so that I could go to sleep (so I won't be late for PW meeting later &gt;.&lt; ). I'll just end this post with some stuff I did during the past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spent 7 hours typing a boring essay &amp;amp; managed to complete it on time with 1800+ words.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The fish &amp;amp; chips they serve @ school is A LOT. Kai Xuan had to finish up mine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friday's English for Business Lecture was very very boring but fun at the same time with the jokes and laughing with Alka! Awww I love Alka! She's noisy! LIKE MEEE! HAHAHA.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learned how to play pool on Friday after school. With Alka+Joey+Kai Xuan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And I think I've found my new talent. Its how much I suck at pool.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saturday's Business Mathematics was dreadful. But I think Logarithm isn't THAT bad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Met up with Nash on Saturday evening to give her a Birthday treat @ Breeks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We played with the travelators, going back and fro for about 20 times. Maybe more. While snapping pictures and talking and doing stupid stuffs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I sang my hearts out on the travelator and 9876567 people stared at me. I didn't care =D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I scolded this Malay boy for playing on the travelator. Cos he was blocking MY way and I was already playing on the travelator first!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sitting on the travelator isn't painful. I thought it would be with all the popping out thingymajics.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really love Changi Airport's MRT platform. Nash &amp;amp; I sat there for 1/2 and hour or so.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then I decided I wanted to sit by the MRT doors and scare the people leaving the MRT.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then when we finally decided to train back to Tanah Merah we decided to take over 2 seats each and sing 'Sugar Tunes-Balan (Numa Numa)' loudly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I started singing some Malay song at Tanah Merah and Nash got shocked.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love the 17's bus driver. The old one that always says Hello to me when I board the bus and says goodbye when I leave. Awwww. So polite. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got locked out of my house cos I had no key. APPARENTLY, my family members were ALL SO VERY SLEEPY and decided to sleep early -.-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunday, I went to view a house. The exterior was so pretty. Very Baba Nyonya Peranakan. Its at loyang. Outside of Pasir Ris and near Old Tampines Road. I THINK. Nadiah+directions=disaster. =X&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lunch at Bedok Food Centre -.-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to see horses after that and went home to ZZZZZZ.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Woke up late today and was late for school for a bit which made Hagen and Kai Xuan irritated.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maths was blehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lunched at Marina and then to Starbucks for a drink + maths project.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mango and Passion fruit Ice Blended is loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trained home and waited for sis for freaking HALF AN HOUR.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Missed half an hour of desperate housewives :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kay bye.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-1691153837104253156?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/1691153837104253156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=1691153837104253156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/1691153837104253156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/1691153837104253156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/04/disoriented.html' title='Disoriented'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SezFnw1rtrI/AAAAAAAABNU/s06e_3JEcCg/s72-c/miss+me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-8570461386413981807</id><published>2009-04-16T02:32:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T03:06:22.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk to the hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SeYvtNfqERI/AAAAAAAABM0/VyUbtga3Ng4/s1600-h/Capture.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324996063175250194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SeYvtNfqERI/AAAAAAAABM0/VyUbtga3Ng4/s400/Capture.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, I am still awake. I'm taking a five minute break from writing my report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm feeling really really restless and stress. Its all my fault actually, always leaving my work to the last minute. I am a procrastinator, unfortunately.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It got me thinking the other day... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What do I want to achieve in life? &amp;amp; could I actually reach and fulfil my goals and aspirations? I bet you have heard me say a million times that I want to be an Accoutant or an Auditor thats why I'm in SIM doing Management Studies but why am I not putting any effort into my work? God knows how much I'm lagging behind in Managing People &amp;amp; Organisations and Business Maths. Ohmygod Maths :( I'm lucky that I have Kai Xuan to tutor me in that particular subject because I don't think I would even bother to tackle the questions. I just feel so sian looking at all problems. &amp;amp; I should stop doodling over my notebooks during lectures also. OH and stop disturbing Hagen and KX &gt;.&lt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It feels weird. You know, in secondary school I had my best friend sitting beside me and my 2 other close girlfriends sit in front me AND AND AND Sharon &amp;amp; clique sitting close to me and you know I MISS TALKING TO THEM SO MUCH. I can't go around singing (and purposely singing off key too) and say the most obnoxious things and not feel embarrassed by them because they are used to it. Like, imagine having sex with an old guy.. Everything is just sagging for example. But in SIM, I'm so much more reserve. (If you're reading this Alka/Joey/Hagen/KX, yes, I'm much much more crazier than what you see me everyday lol). I can't even say fuck and not say oops after that. I swear, people there don't cuss!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I take back what I said in secondary school that I won't miss Coral but but, I REALLY TRULY MISS CORAL SECONDARY SCHOOL!! I miss the atmosphere, I miss the teachers, I miss my friends, I miss copying homework in between classes, I miss passing notes during lessons, I miss being mad at teachers and cursing them to die =x , I miss bitching if NANAHARA, I miss sleeping during Social Studies, I miss the canteen food, I miss arguing with teachers there, I JUST MISS EVERYTHING THERE. Including maths lessons.... I'm not joking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I shall make an effort to meet Nash every single week without fail!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-8570461386413981807?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/8570461386413981807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=8570461386413981807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/8570461386413981807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/8570461386413981807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='Talk to the hand'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SeYvtNfqERI/AAAAAAAABM0/VyUbtga3Ng4/s72-c/Capture.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-2565447998281727419</id><published>2009-04-12T19:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T19:13:09.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When will this end?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SeHK5Pl7KSI/AAAAAAAABMk/8bX7aDbLCE8/s1600-h/wallpaper+phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323759319315589410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SeHK5Pl7KSI/AAAAAAAABMk/8bX7aDbLCE8/s400/wallpaper+phone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nur&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nadiah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Binte&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Anwar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;is going to complete&lt;/strong&gt; her &lt;strong&gt;Managing People &amp;amp; Organisation Essay&lt;/strong&gt; on Obama and revise &lt;strong&gt;Algebra &amp;amp; Functions &amp;amp; Their Graphs&lt;/strong&gt; and read up on &lt;strong&gt;Exponential and Logarithmic Functions&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;Business Mathematics&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ANNNDDD&lt;/span&gt; complete the &lt;strong&gt;Australia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Package&lt;/span&gt; Tour&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;English For Business&lt;/strong&gt; BEFORE she can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;/Twitter/Blog again. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-2565447998281727419?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/2565447998281727419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=2565447998281727419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/2565447998281727419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/2565447998281727419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/04/nur-nadiah-binte-anwar-is-going-to.html' title='When will this end?'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SeHK5Pl7KSI/AAAAAAAABMk/8bX7aDbLCE8/s72-c/wallpaper+phone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-681880200609508799</id><published>2009-04-12T01:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T02:01:22.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if only you knew</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Too afraid to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;Lest nightmares come unbidden&lt;br /&gt;My eyes stay open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Enrique &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Iglesias&lt;/span&gt; - Hero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;(Whispered) Let me be your hero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you dance if I asked you to dance?&lt;br /&gt;Would you run and never look back&lt;br /&gt;Would you cry if you saw me crying&lt;br /&gt;Would you save my soul tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you tremble if I touched your lips?&lt;br /&gt;Would you laugh oh please tell me these&lt;br /&gt;Now would you die for the one you love?&lt;br /&gt;Hold me in your arms tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;I can be you hero baby&lt;br /&gt;I can kiss away the pain&lt;br /&gt;I will stand by you forever&lt;br /&gt;You can take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you swear that you'll always be mine?&lt;br /&gt;Would you lie would you run away&lt;br /&gt;Am I in to deep?&lt;br /&gt;Have I lost my mind?&lt;br /&gt;I don't care you're here tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to hold you (2x)&lt;br /&gt;Am I in too deep?&lt;br /&gt;Have I lost my mind?&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't care you're here tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus (2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can take my breath my breath away&lt;br /&gt;I can be your hero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, old song. But, its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;niceeee&lt;/span&gt;. Nash kept typing the lyrics to me on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt; and I got hooked to this song again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-681880200609508799?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/681880200609508799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=681880200609508799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/681880200609508799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/681880200609508799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-only-you-knew.html' title='if only you knew'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-8392638291922205088</id><published>2009-04-11T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T00:22:41.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;i still cannot sleep&lt;br /&gt;wide awake minutes later&lt;br /&gt;dry mouth sounds okay &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/Sd9v5573mWI/AAAAAAAABMc/xHy5gF3EY6Y/s1600-h/confessions-of-a-shopaholic-lpnp-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323096325170370914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/Sd9v5573mWI/AAAAAAAABMc/xHy5gF3EY6Y/s400/confessions-of-a-shopaholic-lpnp-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caught this movie with Badrul just now. I'll blog tomorrow. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-8392638291922205088?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/8392638291922205088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=8392638291922205088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/8392638291922205088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/8392638291922205088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally.html' title='FINALLY.'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/Sd9v5573mWI/AAAAAAAABMc/xHy5gF3EY6Y/s72-c/confessions-of-a-shopaholic-lpnp-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-8713472139345395385</id><published>2009-04-08T00:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T01:36:14.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Lying in my bed,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for some taste of sleep&lt;br /&gt;Before the Alarm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my blog is dead. But, stop harassing me on MSN to ask me to update my blog. I'll blog when I feel like it okay?! ..... So I've started schooling at SIM. I must say, its kinda alright and I'm happy with it. One of the reasons is that its only 3 hours lectures every Monday to Saturday from 2pm to 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Orientation II on 26th March 2009❤&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It was fun! I made many many new friends (Bleh, most of them in Class A or C.. I'm in B). Too lazy to elaborate on this but seriously, the games was fun. Yet childish at the same time. But &lt;strong&gt;FUN!&lt;/strong&gt; Sad to say, I got sun burnt pretty badly. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Orientation Group Leader : Don't stay so far away from me. I won't eat you. I'm not gay, transsexual, homo...&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah: Paedophile?&lt;br /&gt;*everyone roflmao*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went home and got ready for my date! HAHAHAHA. With May, Sakinah and Halif. We went to Breeks at Changi Airport. AND OMG I didn't sleep in two days and I was high! high! high! We talked about you know Coral and stuff and then we started talking about some funny stuff then I couldn't stop laughing for like literally 10 minutes or so. OK, I'm not a lunatic. I was laughing with May and every time I wanted to stop laughing, I looked at her face and started laughing again because her expression was funny! May and I ate the Spaghetti with Mushroom Cream Sauce, Halif at Fish &amp;amp; Chips and Sakinah ate Chicken Chop. Fuyooohhhh the spaghetti damn nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SdzNuIIcPfI/AAAAAAAABLc/hXrDriET-aY/s1600-h/24032009656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322355051985649138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SdzNuIIcPfI/AAAAAAAABLc/hXrDriET-aY/s400/24032009656.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fish &amp;amp; Chips. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SdzNttCExxI/AAAAAAAABLU/i0Dl5hnYrrQ/s1600-h/24032009657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322355044711188242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SdzNttCExxI/AAAAAAAABLU/i0Dl5hnYrrQ/s400/24032009657.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Okay, although the pasta looks like shit, it taste awesomeeeee okay! No picture of Sakinah's Chicken Chop though.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;27th March 2009❤&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Project Work Workshop - Very fun. But lazy to elaborate. Made friends with Hagen and Angel. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;31st March 2009❤&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Date with Nash. Watched Coming Soon at Downtown East which was AWESOMEEE!! OMG OMG OMG SO NICEEEE!!! "Do you want to see me die?" Muahahha!! GO GO GO GO WATCH!!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SdzOcWtaYZI/AAAAAAAABLk/GESTziFi_Nk/s1600-h/movies_comingsoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322355846172795282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SdzOcWtaYZI/AAAAAAAABLk/GESTziFi_Nk/s400/movies_comingsoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then Nash and I bumped with Atiqah and Cherie!! Then we went to eat lunch together! Then Nash and I went to Esplanade and we managed to watch my SIM friend perform some instrumental pieces affiliated with some Indian association.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SdzGtnjeufI/AAAAAAAABK0/GYKHhMIoQCk/s1600-h/ana%40esplanade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322347346659293682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SdzGtnjeufI/AAAAAAAABK0/GYKHhMIoQCk/s400/ana%40esplanade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ana in the middle. (Realised that my blog has been too wordy for so long. So nah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after half an hour, Nash brought me to this Chocolate Cafe where she belanja-ed me for my Belated Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SdzJiQaN-lI/AAAAAAAABLM/mAhlMu1Ha8Y/s1600-h/waffles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322350450002754130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SdzJiQaN-lI/AAAAAAAABLM/mAhlMu1Ha8Y/s400/waffles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Banana Waffles with Caramel and Coconut Sorbet.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SdzJiYtVyHI/AAAAAAAABLE/PSyeTXHuFw8/s1600-h/suckao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322350452230441074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SdzJiYtVyHI/AAAAAAAABLE/PSyeTXHuFw8/s400/suckao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Suckao.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SdzJiD8JrtI/AAAAAAAABK8/eGrhdi0ldGA/s1600-h/cookieshake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322350446655418066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SdzJiD8JrtI/AAAAAAAABK8/eGrhdi0ldGA/s400/cookieshake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Cookieshake.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thennnnn we trained home! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Daddy collected my laptop for me! So the first I did after reaching home was to open the box to my laptop and started playing with it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SdzfsQvKieI/AAAAAAAABMU/CAkIcAe_EuY/s1600-h/31032009661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322374811145112034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SdzfsQvKieI/AAAAAAAABMU/CAkIcAe_EuY/s400/31032009661.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/Sdzfr9aNxlI/AAAAAAAABMM/l6CnzUTruIY/s1600-h/Sony_VAIO_CS1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322374805956970066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/Sdzfr9aNxlI/AAAAAAAABMM/l6CnzUTruIY/s400/Sony_VAIO_CS1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;1st April 2009❤&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;First day of school at SIM!!! Met up with Hagen at the bus stop and we walked to school together. We had English For Business with Mrs Emily Nair and the whole lecture was ice breakers games and stuff. Got to know some other people in my class. And I got to know with Kai Xuan who sits beside me in class now. =D Went home with Kai Xuan. Thanks for carrying my books ^^ :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2nd April 2009❤&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Met up with Hagen &amp;amp; Kai Xuan before class. Management Of People and Organisation(MPO) with Mr Tay. Home with Kai Xuan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd April 2009❤&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;English For Business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4th April 2009❤&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Business For Mathematics with Mr Liew Sing Loon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;6 April 2009❤&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Reached school at 9am. Daddy sent me to school because I had Project Work(PW) at 10.30AM and I was very lazy to go to school myself so yeah tumpang Daddy. :) Then I met up with Hagen and Kai Xuan before heading up to the Library's Discussion room. After PW discussion, Alka, Joey, Hagen, Kai Xuan and I went to makan at Namly's Cafe. Studied Maths before class. Then we went for our Business For Mathematics lecture. HAHAHAHAHA. Kai Xuan's like my personal Maths tutor. My maths is like so pathetic and he can do like every single thing. He had to teach me through out Maths lecture. SO yeah lol. Went home with Kai Xuan. Thanks for carrying my laptop for me ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;7 April 2009❤&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;MPO. Omgggg. Kai Xuan like to rebut everything I say!!! So frustrating lol. And I stole his pen!! HAHAHAH. And he stole mine T.T (we returned the pens at the end of the lesson)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 April 2009❤&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;English for Business today. Lectures damn funny can! I managed to put my necklace around Kai Xuan's neck! HAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SdzVeyVWQXI/AAAAAAAABL0/ygJx1YO1OKY/s1600-h/08042009670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322363584529187186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SdzVeyVWQXI/AAAAAAAABL0/ygJx1YO1OKY/s400/08042009670.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Between Kai Xuan and I during break. We were bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SdzVekFtB5I/AAAAAAAABLs/CNKILRq3yNw/s1600-h/08042009667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322363580705474450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SdzVekFtB5I/AAAAAAAABLs/CNKILRq3yNw/s400/08042009667.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;His attempt to write in right hand (his left-handed)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm going to sleep. I've got PW meeting later at 11.30AM. So that means I have to *starts calculating..* wake up at....8.30AM latest. Okay night! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;P/S: Yeah, I got lazy to blog half way.. =/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OH BTW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SdzaZR71IAI/AAAAAAAABL8/raoUGH0r4Q4/s1600-h/DMS+EXAMSS.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322368987491016706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SdzaZR71IAI/AAAAAAAABL8/raoUGH0r4Q4/s400/DMS+EXAMSS.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;T.T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-8713472139345395385?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/8713472139345395385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=8713472139345395385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/8713472139345395385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/8713472139345395385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-want-to-sleep.html' title='i want to sleep'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SdzNuIIcPfI/AAAAAAAABLc/hXrDriET-aY/s72-c/24032009656.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-7944202513394182108</id><published>2009-03-30T00:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T01:02:14.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nope, you're still not on my MSN list. How did I find out? Guess.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Stabbing my heart &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; seem to compare to how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; feeling right now...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I swear, Joke of the century&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;. ROFLMAO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-7944202513394182108?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/7944202513394182108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=7944202513394182108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/7944202513394182108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/7944202513394182108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/03/nope-youre-still-not-on-my-msn-list-how.html' title='Nope, you&apos;re still not on my MSN list. How did I find out? Guess.'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-815571300125837126</id><published>2009-03-29T06:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T01:31:52.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nadiah... When will you stop procrastinating?</title><content type='html'>I shall not blog until I have &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Bind all my Semester 1 lecture notes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy my Semester 1 textbooks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean my room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do the laundry + fold/hang my clothes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Clean the balcony&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Collect my laptop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy screen protector&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put away all my secondary school books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make new Specs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy EZ Link card&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get more shoes for school lol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pay library fines&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Update my iTunes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Hunt or ask Nash where to get the big ass external memory thingy like Aaron's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ask DIY for my coupons&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy contact lens + solution&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Update my organiser&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get Daddy to change my mobile plan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get Mr Ho to give me Maths tuition again (Business Maths=H1&amp;amp;H2 Maths)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop being on MSN/Facebook too much&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh god. This... will... take... forever. I swear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE~ 1.31AM, 040409&lt;br /&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/24391808-815571300125837126?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/815571300125837126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=815571300125837126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/815571300125837126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/815571300125837126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/03/nadiah-when-will-you-stop.html' title='Nadiah... When will you stop procrastinating?'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-2248237677871889868</id><published>2009-03-29T06:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T07:06:33.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beauty Of Islam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/Sc6tIETjEXI/AAAAAAAABKU/_teKodDCIM4/s1600-h/allah_on+bean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/Sc6tIETjEXI/AAAAAAAABKU/_teKodDCIM4/s400/allah_on+bean.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318378564077425010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Allah' on a bean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/Sc6tHhkby0I/AAAAAAAABKM/VxJTLQFVewo/s1600-h/allah_on+clouds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/Sc6tHhkby0I/AAAAAAAABKM/VxJTLQFVewo/s400/allah_on+clouds.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318378554753010498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Allah' on clouds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/Sc6tHWbOkJI/AAAAAAAABKE/9u5SyIt8_qs/s1600-h/allah_on+cactus+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/Sc6tHWbOkJI/AAAAAAAABKE/9u5SyIt8_qs/s400/allah_on+cactus+tree.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318378551761604754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Allah' on cactus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/Sc6tHCr8vDI/AAAAAAAABJ8/KKO695izkoU/s1600-h/allah_on+bee-hive.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/Sc6tHCr8vDI/AAAAAAAABJ8/KKO695izkoU/s400/allah_on+bee-hive.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318378546463030322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Allah' on beehive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/Sc6o2_FX3dI/AAAAAAAABJ0/ohPq11dzxXo/s1600-h/fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/Sc6o2_FX3dI/AAAAAAAABJ0/ohPq11dzxXo/s400/fire.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318373872571506130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Allah' on fire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/Sc6o2cVgMPI/AAAAAAAABJs/mGhQpMmaL8c/s1600-h/n1066015739_272887_9830+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/Sc6o2cVgMPI/AAAAAAAABJs/mGhQpMmaL8c/s400/n1066015739_272887_9830+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318373863243919602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Islam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-2248237677871889868?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/2248237677871889868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=2248237677871889868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/2248237677871889868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/2248237677871889868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/03/beauty-of-islam.html' title='The Beauty Of Islam'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/Sc6tIETjEXI/AAAAAAAABKU/_teKodDCIM4/s72-c/allah_on+bean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-6983058557248344509</id><published>2009-03-26T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T23:50:57.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I, insomnia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;would like to thank you greatly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;for your nighttime soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIM's Orientation was SUPER FUN!! And dinner with May, Sakinah and Halif was awesomeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! Too tired to blog tonight. I haven't sleep in 2 days.... Sigh. I just got home and my eyes is really really heavy now. Am going to bathe and sleep.&lt;div&gt;Goodnight all~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-6983058557248344509?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/6983058557248344509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=6983058557248344509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/6983058557248344509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/6983058557248344509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-so-tired.html' title='I&apos;m so tired'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-7078195064055047720</id><published>2009-03-26T02:44:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T03:32:33.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always look on the bright side of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/ScqBSFLsCHI/AAAAAAAABJc/nkLX2I4kFQo/s1600-h/SIM.JPG"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 86px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/ScqBSFLsCHI/AAAAAAAABJc/nkLX2I4kFQo/s400/SIM.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317204457693120626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I'm taking the Diploma Of Management Studies - Full-time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;SIM has four different locations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;SIM Headquarters @ 461 Clementi Road&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SIM Clementi Centre @ 435A Clementi Road&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SIM Management House @ 41 Namly Avenue&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SIM Global Education Campus @ 100 Ulu Pandan Road&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;All my classes will be held at SIM Management House. And I must say its very very pretty. The interior of the Campus is somewhat like the HQ but I kind of like the MH building better. Probably because its smaller and I get lost lesser lol. So far, I've been to the lecture theaters, some of the smaller classrooms, the cafe and the toilets (toilet very very important!). I've yet to visit 'The Lounge @ SIM Management House' and Richard K M Eu Library. I've seen pictures of the library and I cannot wait to get my hands on their books. OH, and both SIM HQ and SIM MH has a Popular Bookstore! I like it. Its biggggg! (Awww, I miss Coral Sec's Popular bookstore + Aunty)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/ScqARRI7kAI/AAAAAAAABJE/Mj4Sbavz97c/s1600-h/nam+pop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/ScqARRI7kAI/AAAAAAAABJE/Mj4Sbavz97c/s400/nam+pop.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317203344211283970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Popular Bookstore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/ScqARYjSUvI/AAAAAAAABI8/5tCtxudQX-A/s1600-h/nam+loungu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 152px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/ScqARYjSUvI/AAAAAAAABI8/5tCtxudQX-A/s400/nam+loungu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317203346200875762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Lounge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/ScqARGZUunI/AAAAAAAABI0/tjvkAN95lkQ/s1600-h/nam+cafe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/ScqARGZUunI/AAAAAAAABI0/tjvkAN95lkQ/s400/nam+cafe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317203341327252082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Namly Cafe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/ScqAQ0MNu-I/AAAAAAAABIs/IDHRhn0tdvw/s1600-h/sim+lib.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/ScqAQ0MNu-I/AAAAAAAABIs/IDHRhn0tdvw/s400/sim+lib.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317203336440429538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Library&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;First day of Orientation was not too bad. It was long, yes. It was boring, yes. It was a waste of time, nope. I got to find out about the things I would be studying, the rules and regulations etc etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Lecturer : Hello! I'm Kenneth. *holds out hand*&lt;br /&gt;Me :  I'm Nadiah. *Shakes his hand*&lt;br /&gt;Lecturer : Which country are you from? Indonesia?&lt;br /&gt;Me : O.O I'm a Singaporean&lt;br /&gt;Lecturer : Really? I thought you're from Indonesia because you look Indonesian.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he assumed I'm a foreigner because 99% of the students in my cohort are International Students. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;amp; After approximately 3 hours of sitting in the lecture theatre, we were dismissed to either pay our fees, certify our certificates/passport/whatever. So I lined up to certify my O' Level Certificate first. Then I paid my fees for my Membership and Semester 1 (three months) fees which tallied up to $3980.40 by cheque. Then I had to go to room 3.11 to get my picture taken for my student card (which I'm getting tomorrow!), my first three months of lecture notes (omgg so thickkkkkk!) on English For Business,  Business Mathematics and Managing People &amp;amp; Organisations, book list for Sem 1 - Applied Mathematics For Managerial, Life and Social Sciences by ST Tan &amp;amp; Management by Michael Hitt, Stewart Black &amp;amp; Lyman W. Porter and lecture schedules. Then, there was lunch - which I skipped because I had to meet May (we went to the airport and expo ^^).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today's my second orientation. Which is in 5 hours time (WHY AM I NOT ASLEEP!?!?). It starts at 8.30AM and ends at 6PM. Today's activities is held at SIM Global Education Campus instead of the Management House and I am looking forward to exploring the school. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;THEN, I'll be meeting May, Sakinah and Halif at Changi Airport for dinner ! Its been soooooooooo soooooooooooo long since I've seen them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I feel so sian just looking at my timetable for April and May (3 pages long!). Why you ask? I would be in school most of the time in school for lectures and probably after lectures for self-studies. SOOOOOOO... that means. I'm only free before 2PM and after 5PM from Mondays to Saturdays and Sundays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;=(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ahhh well. Its only for 15 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;(3:48 AM) NADIAH ❤: i wont be home much alr. ill be doing all my studies outside from home also&lt;br /&gt;(3:48 AM) NADIAH ❤: so ill be like gg to sch at 11/12 ? and stay all the way to evening lor. if i have work&lt;br /&gt;(3:48 AM) NADIAH ❤: sigh&lt;br /&gt;(3:48 AM) NADIAH ❤: but nvm la. 15 months only&lt;br /&gt;(3:48 AM) soul survivor...: sigh&lt;br /&gt;(3:48 AM) soul survivor...: wow thats a nice way to put it&lt;br /&gt;(3:49 AM) soul survivor...: MONTHS LOL&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOD!! AHAHAHAHH THIS IS FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/ScqI_28haiI/AAAAAAAABJk/92WtRkoIOwc/s1600-h/loll.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 142px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/ScqI_28haiI/AAAAAAAABJk/92WtRkoIOwc/s400/loll.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317212940726790690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. I should go sleep now. GOOD NIGHT! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-7078195064055047720?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/7078195064055047720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=7078195064055047720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/7078195064055047720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/7078195064055047720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/03/always-look-on-bright-side-of-life.html' title='Always look on the bright side of life'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/ScqBSFLsCHI/AAAAAAAABJc/nkLX2I4kFQo/s72-c/SIM.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-117406300200308152</id><published>2009-03-23T01:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T00:01:28.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOOED, BLOCKED AND DELETED OFF MSN.</title><content type='html'>-I'm having mixed feelings right now. Feeling happy, amused, relieved yet guilty at the same time? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt; well whatever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. I'm done feeling guilty. Not my fault anyway. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-THANK YOU &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DZULFIKHAR&lt;/span&gt;! For helping me. Better be flattered okay!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HAHAHHAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;. Now, I'm disturbing him on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;HAHAHAAH&lt;/span&gt; SO FUNNY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I'm going to school tomorrow!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt; I CAN'T WAIT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAA&lt;/span&gt; WATCH THIS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;VID&lt;/span&gt; DAMN FUNNY. ON YOUR SPEAKER LOUD LOUD OR PLUG IN YOUR EARPIECE. DAMN FUNNY SOUNDS OKAY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. SAW IT ON &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;XIAXUE'S&lt;/span&gt; BLOG AT FIRST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zDiR7UxI8Ow&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zDiR7UxI8Ow&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Updated my private blog&lt;a href="http://hopetanglesonastring.blogspot.com/2009/03/hahahahaah-wtf-lol.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://hopetanglesonastring.blogspot.com/2009/03/hahahahaah-wtf-lol.html"&gt;http://hopetanglesonastring.blogspot.com/2009/03/hahahahaah-wtf-lol.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Oh, I have to clean my room some more. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Sheesh&lt;/span&gt;, I'm lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I still haven't get my laptop yet -__- Daddy damn lazy to go out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;sia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Fuck you to the person who disturbed me while I was playing Pet Society!! 96 JUMPS ON THE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;JUMP ROPE&lt;/span&gt;!!! 4 MORE TO A 100 AND 4 MORE TO A NEW TROPHY. THANK YOU VERY MUCH YOU IDIOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why am I typing in point forms? I don't know. Probably because whatever I typed has no link.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/24391808-117406300200308152?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/117406300200308152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=117406300200308152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/117406300200308152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/117406300200308152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/03/shooed-blocked-and-deleted-off-msn.html' title='SHOOED, BLOCKED AND DELETED OFF MSN.'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-2423201462682340274</id><published>2009-03-20T00:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T03:43:37.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZOMG SO EXCITING.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Two days ago, I received my acceptance letter to enroll into Singapore Institute Of Management!!! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School is starting soon on the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1st of April&lt;/span&gt; and I'm very very excited about it!!! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I CAN'T WAIT TO STUDY ZOMG&lt;/span&gt;. I know! It feels so weird saying those words but ever since O' Levels ended on 11th November last year, I have absolutely nothing intellectual in my head. I feel stupid lol. And I can't wait to meet new people too! HAHAHAHAHA. The only thing that I'm a bit worry is the fact I am one of the younger students.. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybe I AM the youngest studen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;. Hmm, being only 17 and all. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I'll have to go to SIM twice next week for orientation! ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY, its in two weeks time (Wednesday) and I have A LOT of things to buy and do before school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My laptop (omg, this has been procrastinating for quite some time already).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shoes/Clothes/Bag for school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New spectacles. I want the Prada ones. Or at lest the Emporio Armani ones. Can? *pouts*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Sunglasses&lt;/s&gt; Why? IDK. Cos I want a new one that's why. (Mummy bought one for me from Elle just now in the afternoon! Muahahha!!! ^^ )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Omg, I need to stock on my contact lens too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ask Daddy to change my handphone subscription to Singtel Youth. (free incoming/outgoing calls in campus AND unlimited SMS. Prolly have to change my number again for this. sigh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to clean my room. Badly. Remind me to get rid of my Secondary School textbooks please. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get stationery. I swear I have no idea where all them went to.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Notebooks/textbooks/another organiser.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Photostat Micro&amp;amp;Macro Economic notes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY. I'M SO GLAD THAT SOME OF MY FRIENDS ARE GOING TO NGEE ANN POLY. At least I can meet them frequently. Cos..cos... I miss them so much *pouts at Atiqah*. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;AAAANNNNDDD I AM GOING TO MISS NASYIRAH SO MUCH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*pouts even more*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've known her since Primary 1 and I've been in the same school/classes as her. Thats 11 years. It'll be so weird not to see her face for long periods of time. =( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. &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/24391808-2423201462682340274?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/2423201462682340274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=2423201462682340274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/2423201462682340274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/2423201462682340274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/03/zomg-so-exciting.html' title='ZOMG SO EXCITING.'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-5443046155063362509</id><published>2009-03-17T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T01:01:06.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/Sb6Ecdh8sAI/AAAAAAAABIg/zPuOUl6I38I/s1600-h/sarah.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/Sb6Ecdh8sAI/AAAAAAAABIg/zPuOUl6I38I/s400/sarah.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313830234841985026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank You  May, Dzulfikhar, Nasyirah, Rameza, Hanif, Fadly, Suaidah, Sakinah, Aradhana, Humphery, Fadli, Kak Nur, Kak Piah, Kak Mai, Sathish, Azhary, Sarah, Sally, Atiqah, Sean, Shariffah, Johnathn, Ahsin, Hanis, Alyassa, Wei Lin, Nicole, Kak Norjima, Naqeah, Danial, Fernelli, Badrul, Umairah, People from Nuffnang &amp;amp; the other people who wished me 'Happy Birthday'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hahah, too lazy to continue typing =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-5443046155063362509?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/5443046155063362509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=5443046155063362509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/5443046155063362509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/5443046155063362509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/03/thank-you.html' title='Thank You!'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/Sb6Ecdh8sAI/AAAAAAAABIg/zPuOUl6I38I/s72-c/sarah.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-8605265757120767455</id><published>2009-03-16T00:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T01:19:00.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm older then Nasyirah Parveen now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ITS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;MY BIRTHDAY TODAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FINALLY TURN 17!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-8605265757120767455?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/8605265757120767455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=8605265757120767455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/8605265757120767455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/8605265757120767455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-older-then-nasyirah-parveen-now.html' title='I&apos;m older then Nasyirah Parveen now.'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-6017369282751801266</id><published>2009-03-15T04:58:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T06:13:47.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So what if I'm listening to oldies and wearing my retarded specatcles and my hairs in a Makcik bun right now? I'm depressed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SbwmpAf19MI/AAAAAAAABIY/RINUmEeYGtk/s1600-h/Capture.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 94px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SbwmpAf19MI/AAAAAAAABIY/RINUmEeYGtk/s400/Capture.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313164146340394178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't help it. I love poking people. Or in this case, using Superpoke on Facebook and throwing things and people ^^ (8 March 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday, 10 March 2009.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 9.22AM feeling super groggy/sleepy/tired because I went to bed at 6AM. Why you ask? Because, I watched Grey's Anatomy online. I swear they're making me addicted to them again. ANYWAY, I texted May saying I just woke up and went to bathed and got ready and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;I RUSHED.&lt;/b&gt; We were supposed to meet at 10AM but at 10.03AM, I checked my handphone and there was no miss calls or any messages. Luckily I didn't leave the house yet. So I called her to wake her up. I knew she was still sleeping. HA HA HA. Aaaaand, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Miss May Lee Wern Lin&lt;/span&gt; didn't answer my call! She sleeps like an unconscious person. =x (But still not so bad. Nash's much more worst. Two years ago I was on a KL trip with Nash and we shared a hotel room, and she slept through a &lt;b&gt;morning call, 2 alarms and it took me 30 minutes to wake her up! I even had to pull her blanket a million times and she still woudn't get up. &lt;/b&gt;Nash sleeps like a dead person, I swear.) So, I switched on the television and watched Jon and Kate plus 8 and then talked on the phone. May FINALLY woke up at 11.40AM and I told her I'll meet her at 2PM in front of Coral Secondary School because I would be there to meet Kai En and to collect my Original O' Level Certificate + Testimonial + Some file + CCA records and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After meeting May, we walked to White Sands and trained to Woodlands and we reached Republic Polytechnic at 3.30PM. On the forms from the package I received from RP it states that I could come anytime between 9AM to 5PM. and when I reached RP, the line was surprisingly very very very short. So I was happy about it because it wouldn't take long to get to the front. BUT, instead of allowing me to enroll, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE SECURITY GUARD SHOOED ME AWAY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(10:25 PM) nadiah♥: i fucking travelled to woodlands tadi to enroll into the fucking school and the fucking security guard halau-ed me and told me to come back tmr cos he barricade the fucking registration line claiming that its closed whens its only 3.30pm when the fucking enrollment form said its till 5pm. and the fucktard told me next time come earlier. like 3 hours earlier and not to complain so much -.-" NO ONE TOLD ME! i fucking had to travel from one end to the other side of singapore and hunt for the fucking registration place in the stupid campus just TO GET SHOOOED!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(10:26 PM) soul survivor...: then u just left?&lt;br /&gt;(10:26 PM) nadiah♥: ya. i have to go back tmr. or thur.&lt;br /&gt;(10:26 PM) soul survivor...: wtf&lt;br /&gt;(10:26 PM) nadiah♥: but my mum say tmr&lt;br /&gt;(10:27 PM) nadiah♥: they dont let me in!&lt;br /&gt;(10:27 PM) soul survivor...: u should have just told him off&lt;br /&gt;(10:27 PM) soul survivor...: wtf&lt;br /&gt;(10:27 PM) soul survivor...: why not&lt;br /&gt;(10:27 PM) nadiah♥: i did! he halaued everyone else also&lt;br /&gt;(10:27 PM) soul survivor...: wtf if i was there i speak up man lol&lt;br /&gt;(10:27 PM) soul survivor...: gg&lt;br /&gt;(10:27 PM) soul survivor...: nvr call the sch?&lt;br /&gt;(10:27 PM) soul survivor...: it was printed till 5?&lt;br /&gt;(10:28 PM) nadiah♥: YAH&lt;br /&gt;(10:28 PM) nadiah♥: MAN&lt;br /&gt;(10:28 PM) soul survivor...: if u want i can follow u tmr. i have to settle some stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;(10:29 PM) soul survivor...: if the guard halau u again i tell him to go fuck a horse&lt;br /&gt;(10:29 PM) soul survivor...: lol&lt;br /&gt;(10:29 PM) soul survivor...: anyways take down RP number just incase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the whole getting shooed thing, May and I went for Lunch at Swensens. While waiting to be seated I said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;NAD: I'm having lunch with may. Only 2 of us. How romantic. ;)&lt;br /&gt;MAY: EEYUCK. I don't wanna be romantic with you. You and Eelin always like this. Want to be romantic with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL ! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/Sbv-5O0yWZI/AAAAAAAABHg/Rm5LGXhy5v4/s1600-h/IMG_0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/Sbv-5O0yWZI/AAAAAAAABHg/Rm5LGXhy5v4/s400/IMG_0137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313120444599130514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Lee Wern Lin got engrossed with one of the food item on promotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/Sbv-404lnWI/AAAAAAAABHY/y004TMrq1MA/s1600-h/IMG_0138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/Sbv-404lnWI/AAAAAAAABHY/y004TMrq1MA/s400/IMG_0138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313120437635751266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was Beef Rouladen. Apparently, she thinks they look like penises*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/Sbv-4aVSyeI/AAAAAAAABHQ/QuAiiz8DSCE/s1600-h/IMG_0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/Sbv-4aVSyeI/AAAAAAAABHQ/QuAiiz8DSCE/s400/IMG_0139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313120430508394978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tumbler thing is so cute. You get to refill your own water. (we asked for a refill for the tumbler too lol) It looks something you get from IKEA right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/Sbv-4bTAEqI/AAAAAAAABHI/e3EaBxHK8tg/s1600-h/IMG_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/Sbv-4bTAEqI/AAAAAAAABHI/e3EaBxHK8tg/s400/IMG_0142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313120430767215266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May's Pineapple Seafood Baked Rice.&lt;br /&gt;A succulent mix of seafood and pineapple chunks in cream sauce baked over savory rice with cheese. May said it was very very nice. And she kept licking the sauce after she's done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/Sbv-31hd5AI/AAAAAAAABHA/Leuh25NWBeU/s1600-h/IMG_0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/Sbv-31hd5AI/AAAAAAAABHA/Leuh25NWBeU/s400/IMG_0141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313120420627342338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="bodytextWhite"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Breaded Chicken Meuniere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodytextWhite"&gt;Golden-fried marinated chicken cutlet served with U.S. fries and coleslaw.&lt;/span&gt; One of my personal favourites at Swensens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodytextWhite"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SbwCPNtkMBI/AAAAAAAABHw/CVSNysZczvI/s1600-h/IMG_0144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SbwCPNtkMBI/AAAAAAAABHw/CVSNysZczvI/s400/IMG_0144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313124120792412178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Ice Lemon Tea &amp;amp; May's Cookie Monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SbwCOrHSJWI/AAAAAAAABHo/U6Xs4CRkgDI/s1600-h/IMG_0145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SbwCOrHSJWI/AAAAAAAABHo/U6Xs4CRkgDI/s400/IMG_0145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313124111505040738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The glass was big.. and heavy. Similar to those beer drinking glasses... I kept going&lt;br /&gt;'ai di dai di dai di dai di dai di dai di dai'..&lt;br /&gt;The Irish drinking song melody from WLIIA lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" class="gl_align_center" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;*drinking cookie monster*&lt;br /&gt;MAY: *whipped cream on lips,licking it* I'm like seducing you (nad) with the cream.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we trained to Plaza Singapura to window shop and buy some stuff at Spotlight and then we went home. We were supposed to watch a movie and go to Bugis but May had a curfew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From May's blog : and...nad was rly SICK IN THE HEAD at swensens..she kept saying the beef roll on the menu looks like...smething.&lt;br /&gt;the whole day she was practially talking nonsense,result of overdosage.&lt;br /&gt;and she sang mre old romantic songs to me): save me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ahh well. May, you know my singing rocks and you were flattered that I sang old romantic songs for you. Don't you dare deny it! Heheheheheh. (Unbreak my heart, Only you &amp;amp; something else I can't remember)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I was the one who said it. Not her. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday, 11 March 2009&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was awoken by the vibration of my phone. Nasyirah called me to wake me up because I overslept. =x And I quickly bathed + get ready + make up + walk to the bus stop + wait for bus 358 + reach Whitesands in 42 minutes. I'm so proud of myself thank you very much. BECAUSE A) I usually take a very long time to bathe. B) I usually take a long time to get ready. and C) I don't like to rush. And Nash wasn't there. =( I had to wait for her for about 15 minutes. Then, we walked to school (CSS) and LOL Nash actually forgotten where school was. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Followed her there to collect her Certificate. But then after collecting it, she wanted to makan. Pffffft. So okay, I waited for her. She drank cold milo, a plate of rice + coleslaw + chicken and BBQ Chicken Pau. AND LOL, Ms Mahtani came up to me to see and ask about my bag because the other teachers and her want to know. HAHA, I know its nice. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1pm, we walked back to WS interchange and trained to Woodlands. I got in this time and did the enrollment stuff. It was actually quite fast since I didn't buy any laptop. I had to Scan my IC, submit my result slips and sign some papers, do some online form pertaining to my particulars, pay the enrollment fee (we have to use NETS for this and I didn't want to use my  $$. Was surprise actually when Mummy handed me Daddy's ATM card. They actually trust me ^^), picture for EZ link/student pass. The only thing that PISSES me off is that they didn't mail me the forms they needed like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TUITION GRANT FORMS THAT NEEDED TO BE SIGNED BY A PARENT/GUARDIAN. SO, I HAD TO GO BACK TO RP JUST TO GIVE ONE STUPID SIGNED PAPER. ONE!! OHMYGOD. I ALMOST MUDERED THE PERSON IN CHARGE&lt;/span&gt;... Then we left and headed for lunch at Courseway Point because I was hungry and craving for Pizza Hut since a few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SbwVtiBF76I/AAAAAAAABIA/CklkCzOiA5Q/s1600-h/SDC10104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SbwVtiBF76I/AAAAAAAABIA/CklkCzOiA5Q/s400/SDC10104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313145532360028066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 BBQ Chicken Supreme Pizza Student Meal (comes with Mushroom Soup + Pepsi), Petite Salad and Garlic Bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SbwVtKZAIUI/AAAAAAAABH4/U0aGph5Q-Z4/s1600-h/SDC10100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SbwVtKZAIUI/AAAAAAAABH4/U0aGph5Q-Z4/s400/SDC10100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313145526017859906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed to Bedok to take something from Nash's aunt. Then we bused home. We actually had plans to watch Watchman at Downtown East but something came up and Nash had to rush home. So yeah :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday, 12 March 2009&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed home. Slept. Gray's Anatomy. Phone.&lt;br /&gt;Funny conversation with May at night.&lt;br /&gt;Hotdog, Cheese Hotdog and Donuts. They're used as Metaphors in our conversation by May. Figure out what they mean by yourselves. Orrr, you can ask me on MSN. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RP enrollment thing even came out in the news: &lt;a href="http://newpaper.asia1.com.sg/news/story/0,4136,195414,00.html?"&gt;http://newpaper.asia1.com.sg/news/story/0,4136,195414,00.html?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday, 13 March 2009&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAD LUCK DAY. BAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDDD LUCK. BAD LUCK BAD LUCK BAD LUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Actually...nothing bad happened. Except me going back to RP. And May followed me again!! We met later because I didn't need to queue or anything. So we met at 2PM and trained there and I walked in the enrollment hall (Agora Hall 1 or something like that), went up to the table placed the form on the table and left. Lunched/Dinner at Banquet. Fish Soup Noodle of course (: Then HOMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. May had to be home by 6PM to babysit Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Nash at the interchange at 6.30PM for a bit. And I swear, the new NS uniforms are seriously ugly. When did they change it? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOW COME I DIDN'T KNOW?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday, 14 March 2009&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 3PM. I can't stop watching Gray's Anatomy. I'm addictedddd! But kinda pissed because Dr Izzie Stevens and Dr Alex Karav looks sooooooooooooooo goood together and they're not. In the show. So thats making me feeling a little irritated. LoL. Yeah, I know how it goes in Season 3/4 but yeah, can't help it. When I rewatch the episodes, whatever I watched before would be shoved to the back of my head so I can concentrate with the current episodes I'm watching. I hate the women who Alex's is in love with btw. Her name's Rebecca acted by Elizabeth Reaser who also plays Esme Cullen in Twlight (and sequels).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/Sbwfav1BEUI/AAAAAAAABII/MH1yHmwqBg8/s1600-h/14032009622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/Sbwfav1BEUI/AAAAAAAABII/MH1yHmwqBg8/s400/14032009622.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313156204766236994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Pre-Birthday Gift baked by Mummy. (:&lt;br /&gt;Want one? Come by my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My birthday's tomorrow! I'm turning 17! YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where my family will bring me on Monday night! =DDDD&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAH! ANYONE wanna go out with me next week?! I'm free on Friday, Saturday and Sunday!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply to MAY: Yes, I BATEH already. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Pffft. I really miss Haikel.&lt;/span&gt; =(&lt;br /&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/24391808-6017369282751801266?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/6017369282751801266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=6017369282751801266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/6017369282751801266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/6017369282751801266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-what-if-im-listening-to-oldies-and.html' title='So what if I&apos;m listening to oldies and wearing my retarded specatcles and my hairs in a Makcik bun right now? I&apos;m depressed.'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SbwmpAf19MI/AAAAAAAABIY/RINUmEeYGtk/s72-c/Capture.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-803846045206626237</id><published>2009-03-15T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T00:31:36.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh</title><content type='html'>I miss you =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-803846045206626237?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/803846045206626237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=803846045206626237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/803846045206626237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/803846045206626237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/03/sigh.html' title='Sigh'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-5653694174125774852</id><published>2009-03-11T22:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T22:08:46.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Weird Al" Yankovic - Trapped in the Drive-Thru</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qmGVYki-oyQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qmGVYki-oyQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquoate&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hopped up and said 'i don't know, do you want to get something delivered?'.&lt;br /&gt;She's like 'Why would i wanna eat liver? I don't even like liver.&lt;br /&gt;I'm like 'No, I said delivered.'&lt;br /&gt;She's like 'I heard you said liver!'.&lt;br /&gt;I'm like 'I should know what I said'&lt;br /&gt;She's like 'Whatever! I just don't want any liver!&lt;/blockquoate&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-5653694174125774852?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/5653694174125774852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=5653694174125774852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/5653694174125774852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/5653694174125774852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/03/weird-al-yankovic-trapped-in-drive-thru.html' title='&quot;Weird Al&quot; Yankovic - Trapped in the Drive-Thru'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-4089110296195383889</id><published>2009-03-08T16:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T05:45:14.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fickle Minded Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquoate&gt;&lt;/blockquoate&gt;I changed my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blogskin&lt;/span&gt; again. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;, because, I got bored with the previous one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Prolly&lt;/span&gt; gonna change this skin soon.&lt;br /&gt;I was actually debating between two skin, the other skins is black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nevermind&lt;/span&gt;.. I'll just use this for now.. I have a thing for simple skins. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've added Lucky by Jason &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mraz&lt;/span&gt; Ft &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Colbie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Cailat&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Heheh&lt;/span&gt; can't stop singing the song &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lool&lt;/span&gt; ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Nadiah, main dengan duit monopoly pun mata terbeliak-beliak. Dahsyat!" - Mummy&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-4089110296195383889?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/4089110296195383889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=4089110296195383889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/4089110296195383889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/4089110296195383889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-so-fickle.html' title='Fickle Minded Girl'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-5182258937685652781</id><published>2009-03-08T15:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T22:18:15.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love facebook ^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PVA047JAQsk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PVA047JAQsk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian Smith-25 Things I Hate About Facebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KV4PNwpqsCc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KV4PNwpqsCc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;HappySlip(Christine)'s Facebook Fever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-5182258937685652781?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/5182258937685652781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=5182258937685652781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/5182258937685652781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/5182258937685652781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-facebook.html' title='I love facebook ^^'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-8911946916349706078</id><published>2009-03-07T20:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T16:41:16.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got the sniffles =(</title><content type='html'>Today, my cousin got engaged. I didn't go. Heheheheheh.&lt;br /&gt;Cos I woke up late. Actually, I woke up at 7.30AM but I kept sneezing and my throat was soo painful and I felt so stone. So I went back to sleep until 3PM. Heheheheh. Basically I did nothing the whole day. It was raining sooo heavily... Was soo tempted to go back to sleep! HAHAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy and Daddy came back with a lot of titbits and stuff. You know, in a Muslim Malay Traditional Engagement, they'll exchange gifts and stuff? Yeah, they brought home those stuffs. HAHA. And I must say, Turkish Delights suxxxxxx. Its nothing but an overwhelming taste of herbs and spices and sugar. -.- I spat it out. Couldn't take it mannn. Hehehhe ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SbJvYjwDGaI/AAAAAAAABF8/TEb81NyPSdY/s1600-h/07032009614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SbJvYjwDGaI/AAAAAAAABF8/TEb81NyPSdY/s400/07032009614.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310429378327550370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was playing some 1983 song and my cat went YAWWWWNNNNNNNN. And she landed there. LoL. Its a nice song, really. Maybe I'll post it up someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-8911946916349706078?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/8911946916349706078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=8911946916349706078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/8911946916349706078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/8911946916349706078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-got-sniffles.html' title='I&apos;ve got the sniffles =('/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SbJvYjwDGaI/AAAAAAAABF8/TEb81NyPSdY/s72-c/07032009614.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-1029252936874225658</id><published>2009-03-06T00:08:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T23:31:45.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KELLY NG ROFLMAO</title><content type='html'>A few days ago, about 3/4am, I felt like eating Hotcakes from McDonalds (I know, me and my weird cravings at weird timings) and I was MSNing some people online and one was apparently eating Macs and one was waking up at 6.30AM to order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/Sa_-oWclJcI/AAAAAAAABE8/2LCWoipLmco/s1600-h/0008rahh.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/Sa_-oWclJcI/AAAAAAAABE8/2LCWoipLmco/s400/0008rahh.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309742454866781634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aaand at 6.20AM, MAY LEE WERN LIN called me -.-&lt;br /&gt;Which I ignored. :) Hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nash's place &gt; Whitesands to Simpang Bedok &gt; SATA &gt; Parkway Parade &gt; Coffee Club @ Somerset &gt; Centrepoint &gt; Little India &gt; Whitesands &gt; HOME (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's fun ^^&lt;br /&gt;Even though I didn't buy anything, its fun catching up with Nash. Just bitching and slacking and gossiping. :) I slept really late the night before because, well, I have a serious case of insomnia heheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 9.30AM! Feeling so dazed and groggy. Walked around the house like once and went into Mummy's room to talk to her. But I end up sleeping there for an hour! Then, Nash smsed, waking me up, and then I got ready. I headed to Nash's house first as usual because she couldn't decide what to wear. And DO YOU KNOW WHAT? I GOT STUCK IN THE LIFT!!! I took the older lift and when it started moving, loud noises was emitting from it. And when I reached the eleventh floor, it stopped and the doors didn't open!!! Like ZOMG right. Then, I pressed the open button, the other floors and I even tried opening the door ROFLMAO. And suddenly, the lift started moving to the tenth floor and it opened! THANK GOD! I ran out of it and climbed the stairs and quickly walked to her house. Damn you lift!! Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH, SASHA AND MIKAIL DAMN CUTE CAN!!! I think Mikail is in love with me :P HAHHAHAHAHAHAH NOLAR. But once, he hugged me, and he didn't want to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;I love that rambutan head boy HAHAHAHAHAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we bused to Whitesands Interchange and trained to Tanah Merah and walked to Simpang Bedok. DAMN PANAS I TELL YOU!! WTH. We were baking. And we had to walk! Okay, it wasn't far but still, the heat was making us pffffffftttttt. We ate Fish and Chips. :) The same ones that I ate a few weeks back. Still worth my $$$. Really really really filling. And Nash was so GREEDY! She wanted to eat Roti John also! Lucky I stopped her from ordering because we were VERY full. I mean seriously, halfway eating I got really full already mann. And Nash ate faster than me! Which is SURPRISINGLY because seriously Nash, you eat damn slow. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh OH, there was this Mat and Minah couple sitting by us, and the Mat's hair colour looks like algae. AHAHHAAH and the Minah's eyebrows damn scary can! Hers is those no eyebrows but the tattooed on kind. And its was like really light brown and high and it doesn't suit her face at all. Heheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SbFBg7hx_-I/AAAAAAAABF0/CzW1e2V0wT8/s1600-h/SDC10007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SbFBg7hx_-I/AAAAAAAABF0/CzW1e2V0wT8/s400/SDC10007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310097469637525474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then off to SATA to collect Nash's medical report. We cabbed there because we were lazyyyyy... HAHAHAHAHA. And we saw Vanessa! She's like our primary school friend. I didn't think she recognise us but whatever. Then we bused to Parkway Parade because I told her I wanted to pierce my ears again. But in end, I didn't pierce but Nash did. Then we slacked and KFC while waiting for the $$ to be transferred. Withdraw the cash and then we bused to Suntec. We took bus 96, I THINK. After alighting, we got lost. Lol. We couldn't find City Hall MRT station. So we walked around and around and around and around. Then, after 9289073 years, we found it and MRTed to Somerset. Met Nash's friend, Liyana there. Then we walked to Centrepoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little India next. LOADS OF JOKES IN THE MRT. HEHEEHEH =P&lt;br /&gt;Nash wanted to go for threading. I wanted to thread too but but lol I didn't want to in the end I decided against it because WOW to the swelling and the redness. Walked around a little bit and then I got henna tattoo on my right palm and my left hand. Why did I get the henna tattoos? I don't know. I was bored. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SbARXf5OTaI/AAAAAAAABFs/k_-Ydpn053Q/s1600-h/SDC10012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SbARXf5OTaI/AAAAAAAABFs/k_-Ydpn053Q/s400/SDC10012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309763056065990050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SbARWwmkv3I/AAAAAAAABFk/F7-Lzf5pGBc/s1600-h/SDC10013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SbARWwmkv3I/AAAAAAAABFk/F7-Lzf5pGBc/s400/SDC10013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309763043371302770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of my henna tattoo ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then we MRTed to Pasir Ris and headed to Challenger to check out some stuff and bought some things for my mum and then I went home (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a lot of pics today cos I forgot to bring my camera aaaand Nash's camera was out of memory...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Hahahahha, sorry for the boring post. Its hard to blog when people's IMing you and Two and a Half Men is on the TV. Soooooo distracting. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYHOOOOOO, siapa nak keluar minggu depan???&lt;br /&gt;I AM IN DESPERATE NEED OF SHOES!!! AHHAHAHAAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm done (:&lt;br /&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/24391808-1029252936874225658?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/1029252936874225658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=1029252936874225658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/1029252936874225658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/1029252936874225658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/03/kelly-ng-roflmao.html' title='KELLY NG ROFLMAO'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/Sa_-oWclJcI/AAAAAAAABE8/2LCWoipLmco/s72-c/0008rahh.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-2716809994115450129</id><published>2009-03-02T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:14:29.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA =P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SavpuRuQaMI/AAAAAAAABEs/FP9iPKO5fIA/s1600-h/n96400618_30360500_4382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SavpuRuQaMI/AAAAAAAABEs/FP9iPKO5fIA/s400/n96400618_30360500_4382.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308593567026931906" 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/24391808-2716809994115450129?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/2716809994115450129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=2716809994115450129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/2716809994115450129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/2716809994115450129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/03/hahahahahahahahahaha-p.html' title='HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA =P'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SavpuRuQaMI/AAAAAAAABEs/FP9iPKO5fIA/s72-c/n96400618_30360500_4382.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-1777157336434441430</id><published>2009-03-02T04:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T04:36:54.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn hilarious can?</title><content type='html'>(3:09 AM) soul survivor...  (|ò_Ô|] just sent you a nudge.&lt;br /&gt;(3:09 AM) soul survivor...: u wanna laugh?&lt;br /&gt;(3:10 AM) soul survivor...: really bad right now?&lt;br /&gt;(3:10 AM) nadiahhh: lol sure&lt;br /&gt;(3:10 AM) soul survivor...: coz i can make u laugh rly bad right now&lt;br /&gt;(3:10 AM) soul survivor...: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SarxChAQ2hI/AAAAAAAABEk/A8Gu6ydm3hE/s1600-h/n611917573_1445310_144546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SarxChAQ2hI/AAAAAAAABEk/A8Gu6ydm3hE/s400/n611917573_1445310_144546.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308320136331057682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-1777157336434441430?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/1777157336434441430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=1777157336434441430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/1777157336434441430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/1777157336434441430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/03/damn-hilarious-can.html' title='damn hilarious can?'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SarxChAQ2hI/AAAAAAAABEk/A8Gu6ydm3hE/s72-c/n611917573_1445310_144546.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-4872104561043439891</id><published>2009-03-01T03:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T03:20:43.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm seeing RED.</title><content type='html'>I just finished &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;ranting &lt;/span&gt;on my other blog. I was very very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;furious&lt;/span&gt; but very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;heartbroken&lt;/span&gt; at the same time. Of course I won't say it here because this is a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;PUBLIC&lt;/span&gt; blog. So far, I haven't let anyone in my other blog because, the stuff I wrote in there is really really &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;private&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;sensitive&lt;/span&gt; and I don't think I want to let anyone know about them &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;yet&lt;/span&gt;. I was sooooooooooooo &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;angry&lt;/span&gt; that the amount of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;profanities&lt;/span&gt; I used was &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;uncountable&lt;/span&gt; (i tried to distract myself by counting the number of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;profanities&lt;/span&gt; used. I gave up halfway -.- See, uncountable). I was THAT angry. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where on &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;earth&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haikel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Is he &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;dead&lt;/span&gt;??? (I hope you see this!) Come online you pantat. I need to tell you &lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;something&lt;/u&gt;!!! Is it so difficult for you to come online on a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Saturday night&lt;/span&gt;!?!? What if I have some&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;awful news&lt;/span&gt; or something to tell you and I can't reach you. I don't even know if you've replaced your lost handphone or not.. Pfffffttt.. And you check back into camp tomorrow -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I need retail therapy so badly right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FYI, I don't know whats with the colours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-4872104561043439891?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/4872104561043439891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=4872104561043439891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/4872104561043439891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/4872104561043439891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-seeing-red_01.html' title='I&apos;m seeing RED.'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-6254922680177621572</id><published>2009-02-28T03:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T04:43:39.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BRING BACK ANOOP AND NICK FOR THE WILDCARDS!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I did watch American Idol after all after not watching it after the auditions (what? i mean seriously, only the auditions are entertaining..and a bit of hollywood week...and the finale.. thats all!) and it was the Group 2 performance and I dare say, it was goooooood.... Really good actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remember Norman Gentle from the Auditions???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/Sag_VtUQ__I/AAAAAAAABD8/HB2WQhFq9Aw/s1600-h/American-Idol-Nick-Mitchell-a-k-a--Normund-Gentle-20090205054356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/Sag_VtUQ__I/AAAAAAAABD8/HB2WQhFq9Aw/s400/American-Idol-Nick-Mitchell-a-k-a--Normund-Gentle-20090205054356.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307561803030527986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DdYIu8iwbTY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DdYIu8iwbTY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sang 'Amazing Grace' in pitch! Until he started doing his comedy, but still! (Paula Abdul's laugh was so hilarious at the 2 minute mark! Lmao!)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then comes hollywood week when he sang Georgia, On my mind. And he got through! (Did you watch that episode? He was great! I can't find any clips on youtube! But here's an audio clip! =D )&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jDlsyBBggpY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jDlsyBBggpY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaand then he got into the top 36 which he sang 'And I am telling you' by Dreamgirls. And his version was really really good! Especially when he pulls the note at the end.. You can't deny it, but he's actually an awesome singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SahFcc9enRI/AAAAAAAABEE/SBBqLbZQFSU/s1600-h/167630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SahFcc9enRI/AAAAAAAABEE/SBBqLbZQFSU/s400/167630.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307568515968834834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tON9hju29Ek&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Simon Cowell's mean!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And oh my god, he looks so different when he's not 'Norman Gentle'. Hello Nick Mitchel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SahG__G1t4I/AAAAAAAABEM/QRMkv0RV-64/s1600-h/45174627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SahG__G1t4I/AAAAAAAABEM/QRMkv0RV-64/s400/45174627.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307570225941952386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hS3sDnKcFTI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hS3sDnKcFTI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love Ne-yo's Closer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kinda feeling miffed that he didn't go through to the top 12. (loved the fact that he was making American Idol a total mockery out of it!). Another contestant I wanted to see go through to the next round was Anoop Desai. I LOVE HIS VOICE! He's Indian btw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SahJvXMQjgI/AAAAAAAABEU/Zvibdo4KE1A/s1600-h/anoop-desai-01-2009-01-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SahJvXMQjgI/AAAAAAAABEU/Zvibdo4KE1A/s400/anoop-desai-01-2009-01-14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307573238884240898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y6zAeUlLZBM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y6zAeUlLZBM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm, nice song from boyzIImen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uB0M8DpKqNU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uB0M8DpKqNU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I was like &lt;u&gt;woah&lt;/u&gt; when he sang this!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;TOP 36&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Is6e8_CvrPo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Is6e8_CvrPo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel Of Mine!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cd62MhTfB4Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cd62MhTfB4Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can so hear Anoop instead of the other guys -.-&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;So, in conclusion, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Anoop was robbed and he better come back for the wildcard otherwise I will not be watching the rest of the season. Danny and Adam are both overrated. (though Danny's version of 'kiss from a rose' by seal during hollywood week was good. And Adam's 'satisfaction' by the rolling stones was awesome, I went like &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WOAHHHHH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;at his vocal range). &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Nick Mitchell should come back because he's different and damn entertaining than everyone else!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm done! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-6254922680177621572?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/6254922680177621572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=6254922680177621572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/6254922680177621572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/6254922680177621572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/02/bring-back-anoop-and-nick-for-wildcards.html' title='BRING BACK ANOOP AND NICK FOR THE WILDCARDS!'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/Sag_VtUQ__I/AAAAAAAABD8/HB2WQhFq9Aw/s72-c/American-Idol-Nick-Mitchell-a-k-a--Normund-Gentle-20090205054356.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-8418368909905190245</id><published>2009-02-27T19:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T20:03:32.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GIMME GIMME, GIMME GIMME MORE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SafNI-8LdeI/AAAAAAAABD0/B-04aqULulI/s1600-h/hjkh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SafNI-8LdeI/AAAAAAAABD0/B-04aqULulI/s400/hjkh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307436240097474018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept so soundly last night. Nash called me via MSN and she let me hear some instrumental lounge music. Her WoW friend played for her and she let me listen to it too. The funny thing is halfway, I could hear some people talking ahhaha, they're probably WoWing and talking at the same time I guess. At 7ish am, I heard Sasha talking? Maybe. I don't really know. And that interrupted my sleep so I shut the laptop. Heheheh =) I woke uo at 3.30PM today! Hahahaha, the latest in 2009! Ahahahha. I had plans today but apparently that poofed -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably blog later since I have no idea what to write now anyway..&lt;br /&gt;Fucking hell, because of stupid American Idol, there's no Ghost Whisperer and House -.- Pffftttt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DHxS9bG5R5U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DHxS9bG5R5U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coral Secondary School Adventurers won cheerleading again! My house! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-8418368909905190245?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/8418368909905190245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=8418368909905190245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/8418368909905190245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/8418368909905190245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/02/nadiahology.html' title='GIMME GIMME, GIMME GIMME MORE!'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SafNI-8LdeI/AAAAAAAABD0/B-04aqULulI/s72-c/hjkh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-7551476100473059318</id><published>2009-02-27T00:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T19:19:24.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I do actually miss Haikel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SafML4VtUwI/AAAAAAAABDs/LBW0Zc3tOOw/s1600-h/msnwithhaikel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SafML4VtUwI/AAAAAAAABDs/LBW0Zc3tOOw/s320/msnwithhaikel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307435190353482498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(okay, i don't know why I look so retarded okay. lol. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I talked to Haikel today. I IMed him first thinking why was he at home because its a Thursday and he wasn't suppose to check out from camp until tomorrow night. But he's on guard duty tonight and he was on his break so he got to use the computer. So yeah. I told him some stuff that was bothering me and how irritated I feel this past few days. Of course he did not help me in any way lah -.- We talked from 7.29PM to 11.07PM. He actually asked for a change in his patrol shift to the 12AM to 4AM slot. Awww, I feel flattered..because he said he wanted to talk to me.. (actually, no lol) One thing about talking to Haikel is that we never run out of things to say. Since last time man. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me out. To meet him tomorrow after he checks out from camp. But I doubt I'll be allowed to go out tomorrow night... Pffffttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my left knee is swollen and its in an awkward shape right now and it hurts!! I feel so crippled. Haha, I can't help it but stare at my knees together. It just looks so weird. Heheheh. One bigger than the other. And now, for some reason, I'm having a headache :( Probably because I didn't get a lot of sleep the night before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to attend this formal concert on Saturday night...&lt;br /&gt;What should I wear? Hmmmmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-7551476100473059318?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/7551476100473059318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=7551476100473059318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/7551476100473059318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/7551476100473059318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-do-actually-miss-haikel.html' title='I do actually miss Haikel...'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SafML4VtUwI/AAAAAAAABDs/LBW0Zc3tOOw/s72-c/msnwithhaikel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-4460191203614545424</id><published>2009-02-26T16:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T02:00:28.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why is the sky crying so badly?</title><content type='html'>I was reading some instant messages archives, emails and blog post and I realised that I was very immature last time. Okay, I'm still immature now but the way I typed/blogged/mailed was disgusting. From the whole liao/lolx and the horrible use of the English language and the horrendous typos. And just the way I typed. Its just so pathetic especially with MSN conversations with Haikel. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Haikel, I wonder what happened to him. I know he's in NS and I do see him online sometimes on weekends but I don't talk to him anymore. Awwww, pity me :( lol. I still do miss our old conversations but now he's so so... pffftttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SaZYDUSvTVI/AAAAAAAABDU/_XyQuVFgncE/s1600-h/25022009591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SaZYDUSvTVI/AAAAAAAABDU/_XyQuVFgncE/s320/25022009591.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307026024912866642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Kak Piah, Bik Sam and Miu Miu came over! Miu Miu's a busybody. He walked around and surveyed my house. Heheheh. And Baby got so angry and followed him around, watching very closely so that he won't touch any of her belongings. And when she thought Mummy was giving him her chair, she started growling so loudly and meowing and start attacking. Hahahah. She acted like a dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm done for now. I have nothing to blog anyways. I haven't been out. I've placed myself under house arrest. Don't ask....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I'm craving for Pizza Hut..BBQ Chicken Supreme. Heheheh =P And I just visited Suaidah's blog, and she placed a pizza hut logo on it. -.- Apparently she has the same craving as me! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-4460191203614545424?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/4460191203614545424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=4460191203614545424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/4460191203614545424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/4460191203614545424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-is-sky-crying-so-badly.html' title='why is the sky crying so badly?'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SaZYDUSvTVI/AAAAAAAABDU/_XyQuVFgncE/s72-c/25022009591.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-9049368921195318669</id><published>2009-02-26T02:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T13:06:03.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Blogskin Yet Again</title><content type='html'>I'm IMing with Naz now. Heheheh. He's so lame, he's actually entertaining. :)&lt;br /&gt;Kinda feeling down you know, so its nice to talk to someone funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've changed my blogskin for the third time today because the skins took a really long time to load. I get frustrated when this things happen. Heheheh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I feel like a stalker. LOL. I learned from the best! Rameza!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! =P I won't say what I did here-its on my private blog. Too bad you can't access. Try asking for an invite and I'll see if I can grant it to you kay! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading this girl's blog and I felt like a Grammar Nazi man. I felt like smacking her for not being able to write properly -.- I get so frustrated LOL. AT LEAST SPELL PROPERLY!  I know its not like I'm very good in English but at least I attempt/try to write properly. Pffftttt. Or maybe I'm just frustrated/looking down at her because I really dislike her. Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm done blogging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-9049368921195318669?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/9049368921195318669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=9049368921195318669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/9049368921195318669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/9049368921195318669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-blogskin-yet-again.html' title='A New Blogskin Yet Again'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-6644863879733232236</id><published>2009-02-25T03:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T12:58:36.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm angry</title><content type='html'>omg. i'm so pissed right now.&lt;br /&gt;you're such a liar. i fucking hate you.&lt;br /&gt;_|_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-6644863879733232236?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/6644863879733232236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=6644863879733232236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/6644863879733232236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/6644863879733232236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-angry.html' title='i&apos;m angry'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-2396989155832738099</id><published>2009-02-23T00:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T00:51:59.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need therapy</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I just feel like shooting myself in the head. Like now, for instance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-2396989155832738099?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/2396989155832738099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=2396989155832738099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/2396989155832738099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/2396989155832738099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-need-therapy.html' title='I need therapy'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-8004294210536921273</id><published>2009-02-20T02:58:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T13:03:00.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscence</title><content type='html'>rem⋅i⋅nis⋅cence&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.  the act or process of recalling past experiences, events, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  a mental impression retained and revived.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Often, reminiscences. a recollection narrated or told: reminiscences of an American soldier.&lt;br /&gt;4.  something that recalls or suggests something else.&lt;br /&gt;5.  (in Platonic philosophy) anamnesis (def. 2).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SZ2t5Q1la4I/AAAAAAAABCw/SWmfkP3RGdE/s1600-h/P1060263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SZ2t5Q1la4I/AAAAAAAABCw/SWmfkP3RGdE/s320/P1060263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304587135396178818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SZ2t5ZOrxLI/AAAAAAAABCo/3ufwvtfA2no/s1600-h/certificate-prefect.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SZ2t5ZOrxLI/AAAAAAAABCo/3ufwvtfA2no/s320/certificate-prefect.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304587137648936114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Below are some things that I copied from Nash's blog cos I'm too lazy to search my blog. There's like 4 years of post so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday, 9th November 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;so ok.. today we had choir in the morning and she made me wanna go today so i had to make sure she dont saboh me again like last time! and i called her at 8.58am. and the convo went like.. (copy pasted +edit from nads blog) and yea the capslock... i was really talking loudly to make sure she like reaaaaallly wakes up =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{wakes up∧ answers vibrating handphone}&lt;br /&gt;ME: helo?&lt;br /&gt;NASH: OI YOU WAKE UP ALREADY OR NOT?!&lt;br /&gt;ME: oh, just. you wake me up one.&lt;br /&gt;NASH: OIIIII! GO AND BATHE NOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;ME: mmmmm&lt;br /&gt;NASH: OIII!!! REPEAT AFTER ME!&lt;br /&gt;{says slooowly} I AM AWAKE. I AM GONNA GET UP FROM BED. AND GO AND BATHE NOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;ME: ye ok.&lt;br /&gt;NASH: NOW!&lt;br /&gt;ME: ok. goodnight. [LOL OMG. I'M FREAKING LMAO NOW. ha ha my mom just asked me why im laughing like mad. ok lets continue]&lt;br /&gt;NASH: OIIII!!!&lt;br /&gt;ME: eh. oh. lol. i mean i go bathe now.&lt;br /&gt;NASH: ok im gonna call in again in 20 mins!!!&lt;br /&gt;ME: eh why so short?&lt;br /&gt;NASH: SHUT UP AND GO BATHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then... we went to sch.... finding the venue met a fren in the canteen from choir who jus had a meeting with a tcher and wanna go home and skip choir.. then nads and me was like.. arh skip also lah! lol so we went whitesands and tamps.. then we went back to whitesands again coz she wanan buy her fucking rabbit food and while waiting for taxi to go home(yes we are lazy) i asked her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nash: Why you name your rabbit Muffin? OF ALL NAMES Muffin?!?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Not me la. My sister. She wanted to name her Chemistry eh.&lt;br /&gt;Nash: LoL. WHY NOT BIOLOGY?&lt;br /&gt;Me: ...&lt;br /&gt;Nash: {Apparently she's gone bonkers right now.} Can what. Later you'll go like "Where's Biology? Bio, where are you? Bio? Then your sister can give you her Bio book. Then you'll go like "No not the subject! My rabbit!"&lt;br /&gt;Nads: {LAUGHS UNCONTROLLABLY} WTF? ha..That' so stupid. so LAME.&lt;br /&gt;Nash: HAHAHAHAHA! Then your other rabbit is what?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Snowy.&lt;br /&gt;Nash: WHAT KIND OF NAME IS THAT SIA? My hamster punyer name lagi power. More better.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What is it?&lt;br /&gt;Nash: SMEAGOL&lt;br /&gt;Me: ROFLMAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh man... lol&lt;br /&gt;lord of the rings ftw!!!!! =p&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, 25th November 2007 - 4AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number of ppl in convo : 3&lt;br /&gt;who: nash [soul survivor... (ò_Ô]], ramo [Rameza], nads [Somewhere within the imperfect me, Lies a person totally different from what the eye can see...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rameza has been added to the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soul survivor... (ò_Ô] says:&lt;br /&gt;ramo is freaky&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere within the imperfect me, Lies a person totally different from what the eye can see... says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Rameza says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;soul survivor... (ò_Ô] says:&lt;br /&gt;she look like some kinda perv in a dark room watching me&lt;br /&gt;soul survivor... (ò_Ô] says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere within the imperfect me, Lies a person totally different from what the eye can see... says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Rameza says:&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;Rameza says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Rameza says:&lt;br /&gt;haha nash is weird&lt;br /&gt;Rameza says:&lt;br /&gt;she suddenly takiung her shirt off&lt;br /&gt;Rameza says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Rameza says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere within the imperfect me, Lies a person totally different from what the eye can see... says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;soul survivor... (ò_Ô] says:&lt;br /&gt;wtf&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere within the imperfect me, Lies a person totally different from what the eye can see... says:&lt;br /&gt;sicko&lt;br /&gt;soul survivor... (ò_Ô] says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere within the imperfect me, Lies a person totally different from what the eye can see... says:&lt;br /&gt;why does weird convos begin at 3 sth?&lt;br /&gt;soul survivor... (ò_Ô] says:&lt;br /&gt;ramo stop fantising can&lt;br /&gt;soul survivor... (ò_Ô] says:&lt;br /&gt;fantasising&lt;br /&gt;soul survivor... (ò_Ô] says:&lt;br /&gt;aiya&lt;br /&gt;soul survivor... (ò_Ô] says:&lt;br /&gt;dunno how to spell&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere within the imperfect me, Lies a person totally different from what the eye can see... says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Rameza says:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;Rameza says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Rameza says:&lt;br /&gt;fantasizing&lt;br /&gt;soul survivor... (ò_Ô] says:&lt;br /&gt;ah yah&lt;br /&gt;soul survivor... (ò_Ô] says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere within the imperfect me, Lies a person totally different from what the eye can see... says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;did i tell u ramo my mom bought me telekung all tht&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere within the imperfect me, Lies a person totally different from what the eye can see... says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Rameza says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Rameza says:&lt;br /&gt;then&lt;br /&gt;soul survivor... (ò_Ô] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nadiah that stroy was like last month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soul survivor... (ò_Ô] says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Rameza says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere within the imperfect me, Lies a person totally different from what the eye can see... says:&lt;br /&gt;i on ly remebered telling nash&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere within the imperfect me, Lies a person totally different from what the eye can see... says:&lt;br /&gt;ha&lt;br /&gt;soul survivor... (ò_Ô] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that means ramo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rameza says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we're so busy with our lives that we forget God. cos ultimately all thsi life is nth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soul survivor... (ò_Ô] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the mum buy but until now she nvr do anything coz she still busy telling her frens her mum bought it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rameza says:&lt;br /&gt;HA HA HA HA&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere within the imperfect me, Lies a person totally different from what the eye can see... says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;Rameza says:&lt;br /&gt;GOOD ONE&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere within the imperfect me, Lies a person totally different from what the eye can see... says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaaaa&lt;br /&gt;soul survivor... (ò_Ô] says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;soul survivor... (ò_Ô] says:&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere within the imperfect me, Lies a person totally different from what the eye can see... says:&lt;br /&gt;sialah u&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, 27th August 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquoate&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquoate&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquoate&gt;lazy to rewrite (copied directly from nads blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the exams&lt;br /&gt;FUNNY SIA! HAHAHAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Got some guy behind us asked his friend 'How to spell Iron, eh no. Copper'.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH WTHHHHH. SO STOOOOOOOPID. THERE'S A FREAKING PERIODIC TABLE AT THE BACK OF THE PAPER LAH!&lt;br /&gt;Then then when we were like going down the stairs, Ramo asked me "What did you write for the 'DY'???" Then me and Nash was like HUH DY?? Then I thougnht that I didn't do a question or something siaaa.&lt;br /&gt;Then I was saying 'DY? WHAT'S DY? DY DY DY DY? HUH YOU MEAN DEVICE?????' and YEAH RAMO MEANT DEVICE AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA. WTH.&lt;br /&gt;THEN, we laugh like crazy zomgggg. Until Mrs Chee looked at me like one kind and laughed at me. Hehhehehehehh. WALAO RAMO'S ACCENT SO THICK SIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roflcopter =D&lt;/blockquoate&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, 21st February 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquoate&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;12 hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i can do that, well anyways last night i was sleeping and recieved a call at 9+pm from nadiah, asking if there was any other impt hmk to hand in coz she wanna continue sleeping so im like so drowsy say dunno. but after waking up later i sms'ed her some things... and this is how the convo goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: lol omg u sleeping till morning? (coz she started sleeping at 6.30pm or so)&lt;br /&gt;nads: i guess. whayy.. wud (i thought it was jus a normal spelling error so i ignored it but...)&lt;br /&gt;me: wanna start on geog, u? what other hmk arh?&lt;br /&gt;nads: idk. nth i guess. wad hav u engis? (now this is when i start to get a lil bit worried, like what on earth is engis?)&lt;br /&gt;me: what have i engis? huh?? lol! are u sleeping? (i assume she was still kinda half sleeping while smsing me so yea)&lt;br /&gt;nads: no. im msg u. lol. yah... nth wad ( LIKE HUH? )&lt;br /&gt;me: omg nads what u reply to me makes no sense, i show u tmr confirm u laugh. have u done geog? (and true enough she did laugh uncontrobally =p )&lt;br /&gt;nads : wo (is that a yes or a no??? LOL? the 'n' and 'w' are kinda like far away lmao)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next morning she goes all I FEEL GREAT, coz she slept for a whole 12 hours.&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5th November 2008, 7.30AM, THE MORNING OF MALAY O' LEVELS [taken from my handphone]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquoate&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Nash: Where u&lt;br /&gt;Me:Sekolah.&lt;br /&gt;Nash: Ok, tunggukan aku di foyer. Lol o.O&lt;br /&gt;Me: Aku di sini, menantikanmu. HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, thats all for now. Imma snooze!&lt;/blockquoate&gt;&lt;/blockquoate&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-8004294210536921273?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/8004294210536921273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=8004294210536921273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/8004294210536921273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/8004294210536921273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/02/reminiscence.html' title='Reminiscence'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SZ2t5Q1la4I/AAAAAAAABCw/SWmfkP3RGdE/s72-c/P1060263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-6894369660741220424</id><published>2009-02-20T02:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T03:01:39.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lil picnic with lovelies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ohmygodddd&lt;/span&gt;. I'm like having a pimple outbreak right now.  =(&lt;br /&gt;I guess its because I've used all my face wash and I do sleep with make up on sometimes.. when I'm too lazy to remove it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..this morning I talked on the phone from 2.43AM to 7.21 AM with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Huzaimi&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Heheheheh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sialah&lt;/span&gt;, I think we talked about EVERYTHING. :) I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; Nash and went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sleeep&lt;/span&gt;. At 11.25AM May called me, interrupted my sleep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Then I went to slack and bathed and searched for clothes etc etc and left house to meet Squid at Downtown East. We watched He's just not into you!!! IT WAS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;SOOOO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;GOOOD&lt;/span&gt;! So worth my $6 (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;, student rate =P)!! I choose awesome movies okay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we met up with Banana and we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Pasir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ris&lt;/span&gt; Park/beach/whatever for out little picnic/bitching/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;camwhoring&lt;/span&gt; session. WOO so fun!! ^^V We stayed there till 9.40PM then we went to Downtown and sat at the grass area by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;D'Marquee&lt;/span&gt; tent to play with the camera/video. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Heheheheh&lt;/span&gt;. And then I went home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SZ2p0UrJabI/AAAAAAAABCQ/2DObHqpFkQQ/s1600-h/39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SZ2p0UrJabI/AAAAAAAABCQ/2DObHqpFkQQ/s400/39.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304582652480285106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SZ2p0UW7Z9I/AAAAAAAABCI/VBZ3_vz8lZM/s1600-h/41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SZ2p0UW7Z9I/AAAAAAAABCI/VBZ3_vz8lZM/s400/41.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304582652395481042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Anyhoooooooo&lt;/span&gt;, I found my spectacles. I KNOW. After 932947509752098375 YEARS I FINALLY FOUND MY SPECTACLES. Its like in an awkward angle now but its okay. I don't think I can ask Mummy to get me another one....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SZ2sTZFScZI/AAAAAAAABCg/eYmRpbXw5xs/s1600-h/Picture0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SZ2sTZFScZI/AAAAAAAABCg/eYmRpbXw5xs/s320/Picture0036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304585385262870930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL, ugly ugly pic w/ specs. And Coral's Leadership Shirt HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Ohmygod&lt;/span&gt;. I had like a long list of things to blog about and suddenly, I like black out for 5 seconds and now, my heads blank.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;LoL&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ahhh&lt;/span&gt; well....  :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-6894369660741220424?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/6894369660741220424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=6894369660741220424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/6894369660741220424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/6894369660741220424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/02/lil-picnic-with-lovelies.html' title='lil picnic with lovelies'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SZ2p0UrJabI/AAAAAAAABCQ/2DObHqpFkQQ/s72-c/39.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-5278935971565123602</id><published>2009-02-18T01:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T01:37:19.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY EYE MY EYE! ITS BURNING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SZr1m2ZwbfI/AAAAAAAABCA/GwjObPWcjrI/s1600-h/ksddds.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SZr1m2ZwbfI/AAAAAAAABCA/GwjObPWcjrI/s400/ksddds.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303821558969560562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SZr1mynL5jI/AAAAAAAABB4/Xt2BZYwBGWk/s1600-h/Capture.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 143px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SZr1mynL5jI/AAAAAAAABB4/Xt2BZYwBGWk/s400/Capture.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303821557952144946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fucking hilarious can? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HAHHA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY EYE MY EYE! ITS BURNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, its not, but its fucking red and dry and irritated.&lt;br /&gt;I think because of my lens!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-5278935971565123602?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/5278935971565123602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=5278935971565123602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/5278935971565123602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/5278935971565123602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-eye-my-eye-its-burning.html' title='MY EYE MY EYE! ITS BURNING!'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SZr1m2ZwbfI/AAAAAAAABCA/GwjObPWcjrI/s72-c/ksddds.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-8311588232981693223</id><published>2009-02-17T17:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T17:44:52.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inglourious Basterds Trailer</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquoate&gt;Inglourious Basterds Trailer&lt;/blockquoate&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pel3GE97evA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pel3GE97evA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY WANT TO WATCH THIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Aldo Raine : My name is Lt. Aldo Raine and I need me eight soldiers. We're gonna be dropped into France, dressed as civilians. We're gonna be doing one thing and one thing only... killing Nazis. Members of nationalist socialist party conquered Europe to murder, torture, intimation, and terror. And that's exactly what we're gonna do to them. We will be cruel to the Germans and through our cruelty they will know who we are. They will find the evidence of our cruelty in the disemboweled, dismembered, disfigured bodies their brothers we leave behind us and the Germans will not be able to help themselves from imagining the cruelty their brothers endured at our hands, at our boot heels, and the edge of our knives. And the Germans will be sicken by us, the Germans will talk about us and the Germans will fear us. Nazis ain't got no humanity! They need to be destroyed. Each and every man under my command owns me one hundred Nazi scalps... and I want my scalps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-8311588232981693223?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/8311588232981693223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=8311588232981693223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/8311588232981693223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/8311588232981693223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/02/inglourious-basterds-trailer.html' title='Inglourious Basterds Trailer'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-663488198726831527</id><published>2009-02-17T17:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T00:56:28.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eh call me leh</title><content type='html'>I woke up at 9am feeling so bored. And I automatically decided that I wanted to do dye and trim my hair. Cos well, I know I'm going to be bored today so why not eh.. Left my room and the first thing that my Mum said to me was 'I'm going to the saloon, wanna follow?'. I was like woah, perfect timing. Heheheh. :P So I dyed my hair chocolate brown. You can't hardly see it now lah, unless its like under the sun or whatever. I'm waiting to let it fade and go lighter cos cos I looked at the lighter tones and the colours was so ah lien-ish/minah-ish. So nvm I'll just wait for it to go lighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I followed Mummy to Shop &amp;amp; Save to get groceries since there's nothing at home and Mummy had to cook dinner (we settled on Yong Tau Foo). At then home! Now, I'm teaching Akmal number lines and negative and positive integers. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! I'll blog later! DIY asked me to help her bake! BYEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-663488198726831527?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/663488198726831527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=663488198726831527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/663488198726831527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/663488198726831527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/02/eh-call-me-leh.html' title='eh call me leh'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-1236797433863181082</id><published>2009-02-17T01:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T01:30:57.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>headache! headache!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SZmip5VwtDI/AAAAAAAABBw/Hnpqww1HuHk/s1600-h/s+xks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SZmip5VwtDI/AAAAAAAABBw/Hnpqww1HuHk/s400/s+xks.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303448876855899186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SZmip4HcVCI/AAAAAAAABBo/Tn6joPUYn1w/s1600-h/kjdskdolcmj.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SZmip4HcVCI/AAAAAAAABBo/Tn6joPUYn1w/s400/kjdskdolcmj.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303448876527408162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SZmipi2YYQI/AAAAAAAABBg/8WXoO6R1toc/s1600-h/16022009543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SZmipi2YYQI/AAAAAAAABBg/8WXoO6R1toc/s400/16022009543.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303448870818701570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygod! I'm so tired. =( I'm going to sleep soon! Had only like 4 hours of sleep last night so I'm feeling so stone now. I can't really remember what I did last night.. I only remembered talking to Huzaimi at 2.46AM to 4.16AM. And he called me again at 5.30PM but I told him I wanna snooze cos I was supposed to meet Ramo at 6.30AM but I overslept. HAHAHA. Sorry! My house is full of flowers! My living room smell so niceee. Many many roses, orchids and some other flowers that I have no idea what its called. I loveeee the floral smell. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prolly Kak Piah's coming tomorrow. And maybe meeting Nash in the evening. She keep asking me to go over to her house but I don't know lah. Hmmmmmm. Ah well, I'll decide tomorrow. I'm too tired to think about anything right now. Goodnight all~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-1236797433863181082?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/1236797433863181082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=1236797433863181082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/1236797433863181082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/1236797433863181082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/02/headache-headache.html' title='headache! headache!'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SZmip5VwtDI/AAAAAAAABBw/Hnpqww1HuHk/s72-c/s+xks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-3954771111594663287</id><published>2009-02-15T23:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T23:58:55.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding bells</title><content type='html'>I feel very very tired. But I can't sleep. Sheeesh..&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't sleep last night again cos I woke up at 10PM so onlined and talk to the usual people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huzaimi called at 3plus/4AM. Walao he slept from 11.15AM to 1AM. Thats like... 14 hours =O So long. I've never sleep for 14 hours before. Sheeesh. Talked talked talked till 6.45AM then I wanted to snooze. Daddy banged my door at 10AM cos I had a wedding to attend to. My cousin's. SO YEAH, I dragged myself out of bed and bathed and got ready and left for her wedding. Mummy did my hair and eye make up. WOO so nice! I liked it very very much! =D Reached at 1.30ish around there. Salam-ed my relatives. Smile here smile there and my family and I went to makan! We were hungry! Lol. I didn't ate much though cos I didn't really like what they were serving so yeah. Their nasi minyak had like nuts in it and the first thing I said was 'WHAT KIND OF NUTS IS IT!? I DON'T WANNA DIE!'. Looool! But it was alright (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After makaning and watching the arrival of the groom and the kompangs and the kuda kepang and the cutting of the cake and the other stuff they do in a malay wedding, I wondered off to Abang Ian and his gf, Kakak Norjima and took pictures with them and played around with Abang Ian's DSLR. It was sooooooooo heavy walao. The additional lens and the flash was like 90379 KG lah sheesh! Then when Abang Ian got shoo-ed :P I took over his place and talked to Kak Jima. Thennnn, I brought her to my family's table so that she could meet my sis (they've never talked before -.-).Talked talked talked to Abang Ian and Kak Jima most of the time. Obek Amir came to sit beside me and talked to me for quite a long while too. Talked about school and the upcoming holiday trips and all (woo! =P) I really really pray that Daddy would pay for my flight!!! Didn't really talked to my other relatives a lot cos the DJ was sooooooooooooo irritating/weird/abnormal. LoL. He karaoke rock songs the whole time sia till 5.30PM! I had to suffer for 5 hours ! And I got a big ass headache because of him!!! I was sitting near the big big speaker. Can't help it cos there was speakers EVERYWHERE! Then he got carried away and started dancing and pretending to play an electric guitar or something.. sheeeeesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquoate&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: Bila Ian punya turn nak kahwin?&lt;br /&gt;Abg Ian: I don't know. Ima tak nak pinang Ian. I got Indian blood you know! INDIAN BLOOD! I cook, I clean, I carry people's plates and cups! Dowry lapan ribu okay!&lt;br /&gt;Kak Jima: *punch Abg Ian's arm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ehhhhh why are you carrying your sling bags uhh? You're picking up dirty plates!&lt;br /&gt;Abg Ian: WHY do womean carry their handbags every time and everywhere?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *silent*&lt;br /&gt;Abg Ian: Did that answer your question? *smirking*&lt;br /&gt;Me: LOOL yes.&lt;/blockquoate&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 4 plus, I couldn't take it anymore. Bad bad headache plus tiredness and fatigue. So I lay my head down on the table and Obek Nabsiah thought I pengsan or something! LOOOOOOOL!!! Then after the whole reception ended we just slacked underneath the block some of them started to clean.. The funny thing that happened while cleaning was suddenly, Abang Khairul Ridzuan suddenly started laughing like UNCONTROLLABLY! TERBAHAK-BAHAK! Why? Cos Obek Sharip tore his pants while sweeping the floor. LOL! Tongeng banyak keper. It was HUGE! I saw it! LoL. Then we all started to laugh also. Then Obek Sharip paiseh then he automaticly sat down, and kepit his pants ahhahahaha!! Then suddenly after like 10 minutes, he ran to the lift. SO funny. omgg. HAHAHAHAHA. Then after that we went up to their house to snap pictures with KL relatives. Hugged and kissed Kakak Sarina and went home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I think the wedding was alright I guess. I didn't really like the fact that Mummy kept pointing out to me unknown relatives of mine that I didn't know they existed in the first place. There were a lot of 'that one your cousin. direct cousin tau. your dad's brother punya anak'. Sheeesh THEN HOW COME WE DUNNO THEM?!!? Cos they stay in KL -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm feeling so so so so so fatigue. SHEESH. Hmm, I think I might go watch a documentary/movie thingy that Huzaimi told me about this morning......&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh, maybe not. Maybe I try to tidur! Okay GOOD NIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;SELAMAT PENGANTIN BARU KAKAK SARINA &amp;amp; HUSBAND, RIDHUAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;SEMOGA KASIH BERKEKALAN KE AKHIR HAYAT...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;To both of them, my doa is only for Allah memberkati rezeki yang dicari :)&lt;br /&gt;Love you many many okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-3954771111594663287?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/3954771111594663287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=3954771111594663287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/3954771111594663287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/3954771111594663287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/02/wedding-bells.html' title='Wedding bells'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-8607973176395573032</id><published>2009-02-14T23:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T00:45:13.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One line only!</title><content type='html'>Okay ohmygod! I finally met up with Na, Ha and Ra last night. I freaking miss them! Especially Ha!!! I left home at 6PM and walked to Nash's house. Went up and waited for her to get ready... Bus-ed to White Sands and met Hanis and Ramo. MRT-ed to Tanah Merah and walked to Simpang Bedok. Talked A LOT! It was great to finally catch up with them. The food was greatttt! Cheap, filling and delicious! I had fish and chips and iced tea and omggggg. THE FISH AND CHIPS IS SO WORTH MY $$$! I would've uploaded the pics but, the two lazy bums doesn't want to transfer the pictures to me! sheeeeeeesh! So funny sia the servers at simpang bedok. HAHAHAHAHA. Like suddenly 918963489673 servers came to our table and started dumping menus. Then they started to interrogate Ramo loool! Asking her if she's hindustani hahahah! Then she went like 'achaa' or sth then they wanted to know her family name. Then Nash said 'KHAN. Like Shahrukh Khan!'. Ahhh well, something like that. LoL. I can't really remember. Then then then, they started listing down hindi actress LOL. Karishma Kapoor lah. Preity Zinta lah. I was literally laughing the whole time. Heeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Happy tree friends ringtone*&lt;br /&gt;Ramo: Whozzat??&lt;br /&gt;Nash: A friend.&lt;br /&gt;Ramo: Huh? Alfred??&lt;br /&gt;Me: *starts laughing* Pekakkk!&lt;br /&gt;Nash: Huh? What Alfred? A FRIEND LAHHH!&lt;br /&gt;Ramo: WHO?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Nash: No one lah.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *peeks at her phone* You wanna know?&lt;br /&gt;Ramo: Yes! Girl or guy.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Guy. Walao Nash how many times you want me to tell you... Ditch him! Since sec 3 siaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;Ramo: WHO WHO? Which guy?&lt;br /&gt;Nash: *avoiding the question. starts attacking her pasta*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Manjan.&lt;br /&gt;Ramo: How he look like?!!?&lt;br /&gt;Me: AIYAH ONE LINE ONLY!! LOOOOOOOOOOOOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH OKAY OKAY =P So bad sia.)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after makaning, we cabbed to Changi Beach. I like the breeze there at night. Soooooo windy (: Since it was like 2 hours plus plus plus plus before midnight, you can see a lot of couples on the beach. Just slacking and watching the ocean/sea/whatever. Enjoying the wind blowing through their hair while gazing deeply into their lover's eyes as though time has stopped, as though it was love at first sight all over again... OKAY MEREPEKKK LOOL. But, it is interesting to look at the different couples last night. There was this Indian couple who was really nice to us. We interrupted their date to ask if one of them could take a picture for us. The guy was really friendly (: He offered to snap a few even though we only asked for one. =D And then there was this Malay couple. The guy was wearing a tall black songkok and blue baju melayu (malay traditional clothing) and he's girlfriend was wearing long sleeves, long pants and a bandana (to cover her hair of course). And they were on the bench cuddling and stuff with each other. -.- AT LEAST go take off your baju kurung and songkok lah! Such hypocrites -.- And there was a freaking tent by the bench lah! Nash claims that there will be a lot of 'monkey business' lol. And then I told her that the guy was still using baju kurung cos he go sembahyang jumaat just now then came here to dunno what lol. Pre-valentine's day present haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thennn, when we decided to leave, we had to run for bus 89. Annnndddd, we missed it. So we had to wait for another 20 minutes! There was this lady dressed in black-creepy sia she. Kept on staring at us.. Nahh, more like Nash. Staring at her up and down siaaaa. Lol like never seen a girl wearing a dress before. Sheeeeeesh. Missed my bus stop cos I khayal but it was okay cos Nash allighted with me (: Walked around for a bit and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOMEEEEEE is when a fucking migraine hit me like a ton of bricks (lol ape jerrrr). I couldn't find my medicine and I had to endure the pain =( I whined at 8933532 souls and all of them told me the same thing... "Go take panadol laaahh". I can't take panadols lah you nincapoob! G6PD! G6PD! Hahahahaahahha. Sooooo I spend my time SMSing some people (WHO WHO?! =P) while waiting for House to start. Watched House, Entertainment tonight and Two and a half man then I went online =P MSNed, phone call with Nash and SMSed Huzaimi. I whined again. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't sleep last night. Partly because of my migraine. Partly because I was restless. I felt sick last night =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. Kesian me =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 3.44AM, I got sooooo restless, I had to talk to someone. I knew Huzaimi was awake (he was working) so I smsed 'Poke.' And then he called me. Heee. See! At least someone accompanied me! Nash left me cos she wanted to snooze! She went like I'm tired! I wanna sleep. Then she linked me the talking deer prank and said 'for entertainment' . -.- Soooooooooooooo, Huzaimi accompanied me all the way till 11.15AM. Hahahaha. Of course got like interval uh in between cos he's working mah! Three intervals, three different numbers. LoL. He action lah! I only got one! Two actually but my home phone is fucked up. Nash hates calling my home HAHAHAAHHA =P Then he wanted to snooze and I didn't want to disturb him so I went to watch Disney Channel lol. I didn't sleep at all! Till 5ish PM. I went to my room to slack then I fell asleep all the way to 10PM. Hee. So now I'm here typing this, feeling so bored. Boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. Okay okay I know! I go play Pet Society okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time, BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;**********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so the rules are simple.&lt;br /&gt;Just do what each ones says then tag 10 of your friends and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Have FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. YOUR REAL NAME:&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (first 3 letters of real name plus izzle.)&lt;br /&gt;Nadizzle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. YOUR SPY NAME: (favorite color and favorite animal)&lt;br /&gt;Pink Dolphin (HAHAHAAH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (your middle name and street you live on/or neighborhood if it's a number)&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah Ris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first name)&lt;br /&gt;Warnu (HAHAAHH WTHHH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. YOUR SUPERHERO/CRIMINAL NAME: (Your 2nd favorite color, and favorite drink)&lt;br /&gt;Blue Iced Tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. YOUR IRAQI NAME: (2nd letter of your first name, 3rd letter of your last name, 1st letter of your last name, 2nd letter of your moms maiden name, 3rd letter of your dads name, 1st letter of a siblings first name, and last letter of your moms first name).&lt;br /&gt;Uwaawah. (LOOL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. YOUR WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (parents middle names).&lt;br /&gt;my parents dont have middle names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 . YOUR GOTH NAME: (black, and the name of one of your pets).&lt;br /&gt;Black Muffin (omg the most ungoth name ever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 . YOUR HOOD NAME:....first 3 of your first name and add -iqua....&lt;br /&gt;Nadiqua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lame. Don't wanna tag anyone. Do if you want k lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-8607973176395573032?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/8607973176395573032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=8607973176395573032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/8607973176395573032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/8607973176395573032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-line-only.html' title='One line only!'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-7279091748445071221</id><published>2009-02-14T16:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T16:09:24.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad at 13.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PvnPkGl2sf4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PvnPkGl2sf4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe this?!?! A 13 year old boy-who doesn't even look 13 by the way, he looks more like an 8 year old-has a daughter! Like WTFFFFFFF! He doesn't even know the meaning of 'FINANCIALLY'! He haven't even broke his voice! (from the interviews). That's just sad. Very sad. Aaaaannnndddd, this thirteen year old kid does not know or even comprehend how serious his actions is. Sheeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their parents did not do ANYTHING to EDUCATE their children about this issue. I doubt they even want to face the questions or scrutinize about their own responsibilities that have allowed this whole situation to happen. I guess everyone have their own opinions on how 'to bring up their child' and different ideas about dating. But come on lah. This boy frequently stays over at his girlfriend's place and he even have a pair of his school uniform so that he could be ready for school when he stays over on a weeknight. Are you THAT irresponsible? Or are you just oblivious?? &amp;amp; this doesn't only happen in Britain, but worldwide. And its very saddening to see the babies as victims, being brought into an unstable family or even being put up for adoption. Too late to have the 'birds and the bees' talk eh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-7279091748445071221?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/7279091748445071221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=7279091748445071221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/7279091748445071221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/7279091748445071221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/02/dad-at-13.html' title='Dad at 13.'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-1328270171049272405</id><published>2009-02-14T04:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T04:43:57.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dead deer talking prank.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q5WtlYktUk0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q5WtlYktUk0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;HAHAHAH, i almost died laughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-1328270171049272405?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/1328270171049272405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=1328270171049272405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/1328270171049272405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/1328270171049272405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/02/dead-deer-talking-prank.html' title='dead deer talking prank.'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-2842773214741623977</id><published>2009-02-14T04:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T04:18:15.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little something for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SZXVQqzH7JI/AAAAAAAABBY/EY8D4CboP8U/s1600-h/Valentine%27s+Day+Flowers+037.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SZXVQXqKvbI/AAAAAAAABBI/G8fIygZM7Ew/s400/rotator-07SplashValentineHe_476x357.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302378613504130482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-2842773214741623977?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/2842773214741623977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=2842773214741623977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/2842773214741623977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/2842773214741623977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='a little something for you'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SZXVQqzH7JI/AAAAAAAABBY/EY8D4CboP8U/s72-c/Valentine%27s+Day+Flowers+037.preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-7183100683659611817</id><published>2009-02-12T17:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T12:16:33.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because i'm bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Because I'm Bored.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your dream about last night?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I didn't dream about anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone says "we need to talk", what runs through your mind?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh shit. Here it goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you need to say anything to someone?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nope, not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the last guy that called you?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Akmal, my brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something you wish for?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To be rich.. obviously that's not happening anytime soon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you cried about?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't remember. But, I almost cried when I found out I had to leave MI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the first thing you did this morning?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Said 'shut up lah fuck! i'm sleeping!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you friends with someone who's older than you?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Duh. Who doesn't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it bother you when you text somebody and they take forever to text back?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate people to reply my texts slow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past week have you felt stupid?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes.. Why did I appeal out of MI?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you allowed to stay up later than ten o'clock on a weeknight?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes. Lastest was 12.30am on a weeknight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Were you happy when you woke up today?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No, I was frustrated at my Cat for waking me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know the words to the song/songs on your Friendster profile?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No song on my dead dead Friendster profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The person you have feelings for shows up at your house, what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lai Lai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a reason to smile right now?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you go the rest of your life without drinking alcohol?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of course. I'm a Muslim. I don't drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you at 9am this morning?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Online, MSNing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you fall for people easily?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apparently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for a reason?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;**********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Status of you and the last person you sent a text to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Ahsin, my cousin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any plans for saturday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Yes, my cousin's getting married so I have to be there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you got flowers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-I don't know. Last year I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen someone in their underwear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;-YES! LOL. LAST WEEK! In MI's stadium.&lt;u&gt; Daniel and his black briefs!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your opinion about your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-I love my friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you like about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think someone is talking behind your back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Yes. I talk about them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Do you remember your first crush's name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Yes. LoL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-An alien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you kiss anyone today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Akmal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a mean person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Yes. I have a whole list of people I hate and bitch about them everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you excited for anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Yes! Meeting my girls tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you let someone down last week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-I don't know. I don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you close with your siblings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Yes. That's why we have this thing about smacking each other's butts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get along with your parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Yes. Most of the time. Especially Mummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you in a good mood right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Yeah, I guess. Cos I played Pet Society on Facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Who was the last person you spoke for an hour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-I don't know. Mummy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Do you like to make the first move?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Mayyyyybeeeeeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate it when people smoke around you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-YES! I HATE SMOKEEEEE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats something you really want right now, be honest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-I want Huzaimi to text me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long you've ever talked on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-More than 6 hours. Awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever sang to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Yes. I like people serenading me. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get emotional easily?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-YES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;**********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you in a good mood right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Yes, I'm overwhelmed with happiness, I could skip around singing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone rings what do you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Hello? Hello? Hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plans for tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Dinner with Na and Ha and Ra..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats wrong with you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Nothings wrong. I'm goooood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*YES LAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you at 2:02 am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Asleep in my bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you excited about anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Outing tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you enjoy life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Sometimes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dated someone longer than a year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Nahhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate the last boy/girl you were talking to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Nope. I love Akmal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* May! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many kids do you want to have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Two, Dua, Dos, اثنين, 二, Dalawa, Zwei, Deux.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to grow up?&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ♫ I don't wanna grow up, I'm a Toys R' Us kid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; A million toys to choose from, that I can play with. ♬&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ♪ From bikes to trikes and video games, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    its the biggest toy store there is. GEE WIZ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ♫ I don't wanna grow up, cuz baby if I did....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    I wouldn't be a toys r' us kid! ♫ ♬♩♪♪....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a good relationship with your parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at midnight last night ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Sleepingggg!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are any of your friends taller than you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*A lot. I'm unfortunately short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you flip your pillow to the cold side?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Yes! Its like you know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want a small or big wedding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Big!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather help someone out or be helped out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Both I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What woke you up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Baby, my cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Living room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is on your mind RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* My butt hurts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where would you like to live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* United Kingdom! London!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person that left you a comment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Facebook wall, Nasyirah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you drank?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* I stole my brother's strawberry milk and drank that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever taken karate lessons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* No. But I've joined Taekwondo in Primary School.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you have made a difference in anyone's life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Dunno. But if I did, I hope its in a positive way (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*I want a fucking new laptop and I can't wait till school starts ohkay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;**********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you shave your head if a family member asked you to because they had cancer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- No. I doubt anyone will ask me that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if the doctor told you that you were pregnant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- OOooooooh baby! (after I get married hor!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the one person who hurt you the most in your life apologize?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-NOPE! That bitch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you good at hiding your feelings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you wasting your time on someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Nopes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explain the last time you threw up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-It was disgusting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing that made you cry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- The thought of leaving MI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a bad temper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Yes, if I'm in a stress period. If not, I'm a blur and oblivious person. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you'll be married in 10 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Hmm. 10 years from now I'll be 27.. So yes. I think so. I hope so !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many funerals have you been to in your lifetime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-One. I miss you Mamami :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you think about suicide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Like 9379749034739764264 times!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So thats often. But, that was when I was younger lah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your deepest fear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-I fear God and only God... and maybe Daddy hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you REALLY love all your family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Yes.. Well, most of the time. (only applies to immediate family okay!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to believe in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Hmmmmm......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a secret crush on someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-At the moment, nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you proud of who you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel alone even in crowded rooms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Nahhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the worst thing a person could do to you and still be forgiven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Hmm. Come and try something and we'll see if you're forgiven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're dying in 10 seconds, what are your last words to your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Bye Bye! See you soon! (LoL like real sia.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to your worst enemy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Go to hell you fucker! (ahhaha idk!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you care if people hate you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-No cos if they do hate me, most probably I hate them too. Soo.. I don't really give a shit about them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom or safety?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Both please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of a random person, and give them a message here, no names:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- I think you're hot! WOOO! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has a song ever made you cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Nope. Come serenade me NOWWW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A book ever made you cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Yeah, Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse and Breaking Dawn. No kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the world crumbling to pieces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Yep. There's too many fault lines now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last one, just say anything you want, anything at all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-PONYO PONYO !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re really upset, who is the first guy you go to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- I don't know. Haikel?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re really upset, who is the first girl you go to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Nasyirah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it matter to you if your boyfriend/girlfriend smokes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Yes unfortunately. I can't stand smoke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you do cartwheels?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- NO LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you MSNed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Khai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer to take showers in the morning or at night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been to New York City?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Nope but I WANT TO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- May!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you have made a difference in anyone’s life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Dunno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you want to change your name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Nope. I love my name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many piercings do you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- 2 on each ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which year has been the best so far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- 2008?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever found more than a dollar in a random place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- I found 20 bucks once. Then I gave $10 to Nash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you laughed really hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Few nights ago with Mummy and DIY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is your next road trip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Dunno. March?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where is your handphone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Beside me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone by the name of Dennis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Umm yeah. This coralite teacher? But he didn't teach me before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your pet(s) right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- My Cat, sleeping in front of the main door. My 2 bunnies in their cage in the balcony, 3 turtles in their tank in the balcony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color phone do you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Silver &amp;amp; Purple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color are your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Dark brown...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does a heartbreak feel as bad as it sounds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Yessssss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you eaten popcorn in the past 48 hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened at 10:00 am today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- I was awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you need to say anything to anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Yes to my sister who is hovering around me, 'GO AWAYYYY!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- A week ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Where is your biological father right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- At work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is bothering you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- That I'm getting broke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever seen somebody get shot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Nopes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you saw your grandpa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Primary 1. No kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you fight with your grandparents often?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Nope cos I don't see them. I only meet my grandmother like once a year. &amp;amp; I don't see my grandfather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that was bothering you before, is it still bothering you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- WHAT THINGS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose bed did you sleep in last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- MINE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think the whole day is better if you smoke pot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-NO WAY JOSE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get butterflies every time you see the one you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Hee. No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get mad or discouraged when you’re wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Give me a 'D'! Give me an 'U'! Give me a 'H'! Whats that spell? DUH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the first thing you did when you woke up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you crazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Didn't you know that already?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you drank?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- I can't remember. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;**********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! And you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello. I'm Nur Nadiah Binte Anwar. You eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you blonde?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are your nails painted? If so, what color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not really. I removed it because of school -.- But there's still pink here and there ahahha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does any key on your computer and or laptop stick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES! My number 2! I must press one million times before the 2 comes out. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Can you touch your tounge to your nose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think Orlando Bloom is hot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you were sick and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One million, sixty thousand, three hundred and ninty two. 160392. My birthday! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you buy/recieve new clothes, do you instantly wear them or wash first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you check to make sure there's toilet paper before using the restroom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not every time. If don't have, just go out and take lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you drunk dial/text?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nope. Cos I haven't drank, I'm not drinking and I won't ever drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What household chore do you loathe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cleaning the toilet -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are parents to blame for what their kids do on the Internet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nope. Kids are responsible for their own actions with the Net. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever looked at a person and thought they looked like an animal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think Crocs are ugly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES!!! People who wear Crocs, GO AND DIE PLEASE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What trend do you hate right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horror flicks make you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCREAMMM! Actually no lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could become a doctor, what would you specialize in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cardiac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the cutest thing a little kid has ever said to/in front of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At what age do you plan on moving out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the saddest thing you've heard on the news recently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GAZA :( LOL. Actually, I don't know anything about Gaza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long does it take before you trust a person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Depends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you turn the music up when a good song comes on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OF COURSE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate going to the doctor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOPE. I love the doctor's -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish time went faster or slower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like the present so neither.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you distracted by shiny objects?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you grateful for what you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes, Alhamdulillah (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you scared of clowns?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a kid, what was your favorite activity on the playground?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Swings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are huge muscles gross or sexy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gross I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you think the world will end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite meal to cook?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spaghetti Alfredo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a person had a glass eye, would that scare you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nope. But, I rather see someone similar to Mad-eye Moody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you refuse to eat certain foods because of what they look like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YESSSS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a twin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you support abortion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVER EVER! PRO-LIFE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOPE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you smoke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOPE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-7183100683659611817?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/7183100683659611817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=7183100683659611817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/7183100683659611817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/7183100683659611817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/02/because-im-bored.html' title='because i&apos;m bored'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-4222990502807921198</id><published>2009-02-12T12:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T12:35:24.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss my GFs.</title><content type='html'>What the fuck is wrong with you people!!??!! Stop staying at home you lazy bums and go out! Its the holidays for god's sake!! Once school starts, you can stay home during the weekends all you want lah sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've want to meet ATIQAH, YANI, UMAIRAH (that terserempak doesn't count okay!), SHOFIYAHHHH NOW NOW NOW!!!SHEEESH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-4222990502807921198?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/4222990502807921198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=4222990502807921198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/4222990502807921198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/4222990502807921198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-miss-my-gfs.html' title='I miss my GFs.'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-8987191657384497859</id><published>2009-02-12T10:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T12:10:27.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sheeeeshh</title><content type='html'>be patient! &lt;s&gt;im blogging! the post will be up tonight ok&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;[edit]ok prolly not. im maybe going out. tmr okay! lool - 12.09pm[/edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-8987191657384497859?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/8987191657384497859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=8987191657384497859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/8987191657384497859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/8987191657384497859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/02/sheeeeshh.html' title='sheeeeshh'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-9121202989079104735</id><published>2009-02-10T11:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:30:11.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EC/SD/SZS/B</title><content type='html'>I actually miss MI so much!!&lt;br /&gt;I MISS MI I MISS MI I MISS MI I MISS MI I MISS MI I MISS MI I MISS MI!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got accepted into Poly - Pharmaceutical Science. Yes, I'm probably end up to be a Pharmacist or like a research person or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;I shall wait for my PRIVATE ACCEPTANCE! Pray for me people!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Rameza Khan so much! I need to see HER NOW!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm debating to go to MI tomorrow or not... Hmmmmmmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-9121202989079104735?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/9121202989079104735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=9121202989079104735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/9121202989079104735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/9121202989079104735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/02/ecsdszsb.html' title='EC/SD/SZS/B'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-2061216877772425548</id><published>2009-02-09T12:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T12:42:54.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Narcotics Officer =P</title><content type='html'>I'm in school right now! (: Doing some online profiling on our careers @ &lt;a href="http://www.ecareers.sg/"&gt;http://www.ecareers.sg/&lt;/a&gt; Look at my results below! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SY-zxlCz2-I/AAAAAAAABA0/44scnHzCkDk/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300652950777224162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SY-zxlCz2-I/AAAAAAAABA0/44scnHzCkDk/s400/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SY-zxtP-a4I/AAAAAAAABAs/KigSy8QPvis/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300652952979925890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SY-zxtP-a4I/AAAAAAAABAs/KigSy8QPvis/s400/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SY-zxnqW_HI/AAAAAAAABAk/zGs_nLCeEOg/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300652951479975026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SY-zxnqW_HI/AAAAAAAABAk/zGs_nLCeEOg/s400/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SY-zxbCy8aI/AAAAAAAABAc/WM_UqDQKUc8/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300652948092809634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SY-zxbCy8aI/AAAAAAAABAc/WM_UqDQKUc8/s400/4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SY-zxcJYpHI/AAAAAAAABAU/wKVs0HKvTCg/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300652948388881522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SY-zxcJYpHI/AAAAAAAABAU/wKVs0HKvTCg/s400/5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I went to check the Poly appeal thing even though its before 2PM. You know, to see if the results has been released. But it hasn't so yeah =( I don't feel like going Poly now. I want to stay in MI for one more month... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY, ECONOMICS WAS SO MUCH FUN! SO INTERESTING! I LOVE IT SO MUCH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 2 hours of Econs with Mr Raj was worth it (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/24391808-2061216877772425548?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/2061216877772425548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=2061216877772425548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/2061216877772425548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/2061216877772425548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/02/narcotics-officer.html' title='Narcotics Officer =P'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SY-zxlCz2-I/AAAAAAAABA0/44scnHzCkDk/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-1933254157751359109</id><published>2009-02-07T22:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T23:00:51.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn confused.</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHAHAH. I had to edit a couple post below cos Shikin added me on Facebook and there's a link to my blog there so yeah. In case some other MI's add me and read my posts. Cos lol I've blogged quite a bit about some of the people there. HAHAHA. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in the midst of blogging my entry but I'm too lazy to finish it up. I know, I procrastinate TOO much. Anyhoo, I know I've whined and complained a lot when I first get to know/went to MI but now, I have to admit that I kinda like the school. Its fun! I like the people there, I love the atmosphere and I really like the Commerce subjects. And that's why, I'm not looking forward to Monday. Monday's my appeal results and I'm half hoping I don't get the appeal and half hoping I do. Weeellllllll, to tell you the truth, I don't really know what I want now actually.. RAMEZAAAAAA!! YOU PUT THOSE THOUGHTS IN MY HEAD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK OK OK OK. Dillema dillema dillema!!&lt;br /&gt;If I get the appeal- I have no choice but to leave MI for poly. And with this, I have to die die get into private.&lt;br /&gt;If I don't get the appeal- I'll stay for one more month till/when/if I get my private diploma acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;If I don't get the appeal and did get the acceptance to private- I still have to leave MI...&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;or maybe I don't have to leave? Maybe daddy allow me to stay on in MI? I mean yeah no refund of the application fee but it'll be way way lesser compared to the school fee itself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW! I WANT PRIVATE BUT YET I WANT MI!&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don't get the appeal so that I can stay in MI for a month to see how the lessons are like..so that I can make the right choice...&lt;br /&gt;But I don't mind leaving MI... But OF COURSE I'LL MISS IT SO EFFING MUCH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK LAH. I CAN'T DECIDE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, it all depends on Monday's results.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm so frustrated with my blog. Cos there's like NOTHING to read at all since all my archive links has been removed and I've not been blogging much lately...&lt;br /&gt;SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-1933254157751359109?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/1933254157751359109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=1933254157751359109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/1933254157751359109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/1933254157751359109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/02/damn-confused.html' title='damn confused.'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-6406108541085333660</id><published>2009-02-07T02:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T22:28:27.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>distractions.....DISTRACTIONS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; I'VE GOT A LOT OF THINGS TO BLOG ABOUT!! BUT I DON'T HAVE THE TIME!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;GRR&lt;/span&gt;, SO FRUSTRATING....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO ANYWAY....................&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm beginning to like MI. The atmosphere is really different from secondary school! It's so open and free, and friendly and ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ooooooh&lt;/span&gt;! We found out what's his name! The Edward Cullen/ Robert &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pattinson&lt;/span&gt; look-a-like in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-u 1 (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ramo's&lt;/span&gt; obsessed with him). His name is Scott! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;AHHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ooooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Senior's&lt;/span&gt; name that I '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;aww&lt;/span&gt;-ed' to is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;SUHAIMI&lt;/span&gt; aka &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;SUMI&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, I think &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;SUFRI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;sooooooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;goood&lt;/span&gt; looking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;AND ditto to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ZULHILMI&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; He looks a bit like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Muhaimin&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;HEHEHEHE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I saw &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DANIEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;strip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in front of me in the stadium today and saw him &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;shake his butt&lt;/span&gt; a wee bit in his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt; underwear.&lt;br /&gt;I think one of the guy &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rugby player is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;SOOOO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hush hush!&lt;br /&gt;The mystery game was FUN AND SCARY!! The&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; best &lt;/span&gt;mystery game played &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVER&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ATHENIANS (my clan!) WON BEST CHEER! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And MI Dance is super FUN! (of course it wasn't THAT fun when I partnered that guy! *shudders*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;OOOOH&lt;/span&gt;! One of the finale emcee was not bad too!! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;08S4!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I think that's his class... or not....&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I forgot his name too :(&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND I MADE AWESOME FRIENDS! WOO OKAY! I'LL BLOG &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;TMR&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I hope no MI seniors sees this blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-6406108541085333660?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/6406108541085333660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=6406108541085333660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/6406108541085333660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/6406108541085333660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-athenians.html' title='distractions.....DISTRACTIONS!'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-9082631218429267345</id><published>2009-02-05T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T22:36:14.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AWWWWWWWWWWW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nads says:&lt;br /&gt;THE GUY JUST NOW&lt;br /&gt;nads says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah at the toilet&lt;br /&gt;ramezaaaaa says:&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;nads says:&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;hanis says:&lt;br /&gt;ramo go sch for guys.. nw  i knw waliao..&lt;br /&gt;nads says:&lt;br /&gt;lol duhhh&lt;br /&gt;ramezaaaaa says:&lt;br /&gt;nads and i outside toilet. then one senoir pass by said hi. so i said hi back. then nads was like WAHHH so loudly. he turn back and look at her&lt;br /&gt;ramezaaaaa says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha then nads paiseh&lt;br /&gt;ramezaaaaa says:&lt;br /&gt;eh no la hahaha&lt;br /&gt;soul survivor...  (|ò_Ô|] says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;nads says:&lt;br /&gt;i said aww lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-9082631218429267345?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/9082631218429267345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=9082631218429267345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/9082631218429267345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/9082631218429267345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/02/awwwwwwwwwww.html' title='AWWWWWWWWWWW!'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-2980139070896034335</id><published>2009-02-05T22:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T22:02:42.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss nanahara without the ra lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;nads says:&lt;br /&gt;okay darlings.. its time for my bedtime. i have to wake up at 4.45 and school ends at 8.30 pm tmr...&lt;br /&gt;nads says:&lt;br /&gt;olololol&lt;br /&gt;hanis says:&lt;br /&gt;wah, sch like work&lt;br /&gt;soul survivor...  (|ò_Ô|] says:&lt;br /&gt;yah sia&lt;br /&gt;soul survivor...  (|ò_Ô|] says:&lt;br /&gt;only&lt;br /&gt;soul survivor...  (|ò_Ô|] says:&lt;br /&gt;u dont get paid&lt;br /&gt;soul survivor...  (|ò_Ô|] says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;hanis says:&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;nads says:&lt;br /&gt;hahha but but you get smarter!&lt;br /&gt;nads says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;nads says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;soul survivor...  (|ò_Ô|] says:&lt;br /&gt;sureeeee&lt;br /&gt;soul survivor...  (|ò_Ô|] says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;nads says:&lt;br /&gt;OI!&lt;br /&gt;nads says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahah&lt;br /&gt;hanis says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-2980139070896034335?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/2980139070896034335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=2980139070896034335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/2980139070896034335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/2980139070896034335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-miss-nanahara-without-ra-lol.html' title='i miss nanahara without the ra lol'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-4472339360676924674</id><published>2009-02-05T21:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:51:43.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MI's not bad. But, I don't see myself doing that for 3 years.</title><content type='html'>WOOO. I'm finaly blogging again! HAHHAHA almost! I'm in the midst of blogging a super long entry so please please do wait patiently lol. I know for a fact that Nasyirah has been bugging me to blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that I'll be blogging:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Millennia Institute&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coral's Newspaper debut about their infamous ban and what i did as a coral sec student to not get caught while being in WS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My thoughts and personal response&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;At the meantime, why don't you read the articles and comments... and OOOOhh! That coral sec teacher in the papers/net she's our DM, Mdm Katherine Ch'ng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tnp.sg/news/story/0,4136,191705,00.html"&gt;http://tnp.sg/news/story/0,4136,191705,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://forums.asiaone.com/showthread.php?t=17795"&gt;http://forums.asiaone.com/showthread.php?t=17795&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY DONE! I have to sleep! I have school till 8.30PM tomorrow and a 4.45AM alarm! Night lovelies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-4472339360676924674?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/4472339360676924674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=4472339360676924674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/4472339360676924674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/4472339360676924674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/02/mis-not-bad-but-i-dont-see-myself-doing.html' title='MI&apos;s not bad. But, I don&apos;t see myself doing that for 3 years.'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-8404495900573204953</id><published>2009-02-02T20:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T20:03:18.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tick tock tick tock tick tock....... KABOOM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;OHMYGOD.SHE'S GETTING ON MY LAST NERVE!&lt;br /&gt;SHUT UP CAN!?!? NO ONE ASKED YOU FOR YOUR ADVICE OR WHATEVER!&lt;br /&gt;ITS MY CHOICE, WHAT I WANT TO DO!&lt;br /&gt;LEAVE ME ALONE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-8404495900573204953?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/8404495900573204953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=8404495900573204953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/8404495900573204953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/8404495900573204953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/02/tick-tock-tick-tock-tick-tock-kaboom.html' title='tick tock tick tock tick tock....... KABOOM!'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-523377330826512112</id><published>2009-02-02T17:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T17:23:02.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, I can't be believe its true too but I actually do miss Coral Secondary School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SYa7Y2UmBhI/AAAAAAAAA_k/UCsVBs0JqTk/s1600-h/Capture.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 117px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SYa7Y2UmBhI/AAAAAAAAA_k/UCsVBs0JqTk/s400/Capture.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298128047221114386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on it. Too tired to blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-523377330826512112?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/523377330826512112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=523377330826512112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/523377330826512112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/523377330826512112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-know-i-cant-be-believe-its-true-too.html' title='I know, I can&apos;t be believe its true too but I actually do miss Coral Secondary School'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SYa7Y2UmBhI/AAAAAAAAA_k/UCsVBs0JqTk/s72-c/Capture.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-5557682866376603989</id><published>2009-01-30T20:50:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T00:50:23.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if i don't reply your texts and reject your calls, it means i don't want to talk to you lah bodoh</title><content type='html'>I'm so fucking pissed and upset. WTF man. I didn't get posted to the course I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even get into Poly lor! I got into Millenia Institute Commerce. I shouldn't have placed that in my choices. Now I have to go to school on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MONDAY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I KNOW! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M-O-N-D-A-Y!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm so fucking pissed can?!?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know whats really really unfair? That some people who CLEARLY did worser than me got into the courses of their choice. -.- Of course I'm not going along with this MI thing. I don't mind MI and do A' Levels and Commerce diploma actually BUT its fucking 3 years of PRE-U! CAN DIE LOR! So I'm appealing for some poly courses and applying some private school. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the only bright side of starting school on monday is that my allowance starts flowing back in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-5557682866376603989?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/5557682866376603989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=5557682866376603989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/5557682866376603989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/5557682866376603989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-i-dont-reply-you-texts-and-reject.html' title='if i don&apos;t reply your texts and reject your calls, it means i don&apos;t want to talk to you lah bodoh'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-8449086575144497658</id><published>2009-01-30T02:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T02:59:00.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 more hours</title><content type='html'>Conferencing with Fadly and Suaidah is so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;entertaining&lt;/span&gt;. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-8449086575144497658?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/8449086575144497658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=8449086575144497658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/8449086575144497658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/8449086575144497658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/01/5-more-hours.html' title='5 more hours'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-2953104847162924024</id><published>2009-01-30T02:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T02:31:18.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when boredom strikes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;nads says:&lt;br /&gt;oi!&lt;br /&gt;SA rah says:&lt;br /&gt;heyy!&lt;br /&gt;nads says:&lt;br /&gt;stop disturbing suaidah.. she's busy talking to me.1&lt;br /&gt;nads says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;nads says:&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;SA rah says:&lt;br /&gt;haha fineee&lt;br /&gt;SA rah says:&lt;br /&gt;i wont&lt;br /&gt;nads says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;nads says:&lt;br /&gt;jkjk&lt;br /&gt;SA rah says:&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;nads says:&lt;br /&gt;SARAAAAAAAAAH!&lt;br /&gt;SA rah says:&lt;br /&gt;jealous it it&lt;br /&gt;nads says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;SA rah says:&lt;br /&gt;heheheh&lt;br /&gt;nads says:&lt;br /&gt;YAH VERY!&lt;br /&gt;SA rah says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suaidah says:&lt;br /&gt;anw r u chatting with _ _ _ _ _ _ ? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;nads says:&lt;br /&gt;nope. why?&lt;br /&gt;Suaidah says:&lt;br /&gt;haha ic&lt;br /&gt;Suaidah says:&lt;br /&gt;just asking la&lt;br /&gt;nads says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;nads says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU LIK EHIM KANN?!!?!&lt;br /&gt;nads says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaahaha&lt;br /&gt;Suaidah says:&lt;br /&gt;EEE NO LAHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;nads says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG YOU DO!&lt;br /&gt;Suaidah says:&lt;br /&gt;crazy&lt;br /&gt;nads says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMGOMG&lt;br /&gt;nads says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;nads says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;Suaidah says:&lt;br /&gt;NO LAHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Suaidah says:&lt;br /&gt;GRR&lt;br /&gt;nads says:&lt;br /&gt;FIRST SIGN IS DENIAL!&lt;br /&gt;nads says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;nads says:&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;nads says:&lt;br /&gt;huhu&lt;br /&gt;Suaidah says:&lt;br /&gt;crazy nadiah&lt;br /&gt;Suaidah says:&lt;br /&gt;CRAZY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-2953104847162924024?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/2953104847162924024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=2953104847162924024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/2953104847162924024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/2953104847162924024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-boredom-strikes.html' title='when boredom strikes.'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-5388618932367478689</id><published>2009-01-30T01:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T01:40:17.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Romiu, Romiu, wherefore art thou Romiu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SYHo2xZDy5I/AAAAAAAAA-8/aZ466sG1klM/s1600-h/IMG_0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SYHo2xZDy5I/AAAAAAAAA-8/aZ466sG1klM/s320/IMG_0120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296770664433437586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp; that Ragdoll is Miu Miu! He's so cute! AHAHA. He's at the door trying to get Baby out of the room. He's still trying! HEHEHHE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, results later at 8AM! OHMYGOD SO NERVOUS CAN!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I can't sleep. I think imma watch Step Up 2!&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-5388618932367478689?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/5388618932367478689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=5388618932367478689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/5388618932367478689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/5388618932367478689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-romiu-romiu-wherefore-art-thou-romiu.html' title='O Romiu, Romiu, wherefore art thou Romiu?'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SYHo2xZDy5I/AAAAAAAAA-8/aZ466sG1klM/s72-c/IMG_0120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-3403502757314435590</id><published>2009-01-29T02:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T02:58:38.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPEEPILL</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://i383.photobucket.com/albums/oo278/happeestash/happeepillshow/ep1code.swf" quality="high" bgcolor="white" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" width="400" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;More Web knick-knacks? Go to &lt;a href="http://www.happeepill.com/" target="_blank"&gt;www.happeepill.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this on Taqinah's blog and I want to share this with you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-3403502757314435590?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/3403502757314435590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=3403502757314435590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/3403502757314435590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/3403502757314435590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/01/hapeepill.html' title='HAPEEPILL'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-467643049596107442</id><published>2009-01-28T01:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T01:53:57.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions on MSN with KP.</title><content type='html'>I've uploaded 2 albums on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;YAYY&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sucha&lt;/span&gt; accomplishment since I've been procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;One of them is an open album - everyone can see - and the other album is restricted. Cos cos, some of the pictures I've uploaded, I don't really like it so I've banned people from viewing it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HEHEHEHE&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm going to snooze now. I'll blog when I feel like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-467643049596107442?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/467643049596107442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=467643049596107442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/467643049596107442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/467643049596107442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/01/confessions-on-msn-with-kp.html' title='Confessions on MSN with KP.'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-8285020923643864149</id><published>2009-01-25T23:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:22:27.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>Heyyyy! Happy Chinese New Year! WOOO!&lt;br /&gt;Happy visiting and collecting ang baos okay.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be out watching a movie tomorrow with my brothers, I THINK.&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaand maybe going to Kak Piah's house?&lt;br /&gt;TO SEE MIU MIU! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehhhhhhh. Suddenly, I don't feel like blogging anymore.&lt;br /&gt;OH! I deleted the previous post cos its stupid. okay i'm done :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Oh, Ahsin. If you're reading this, call/text me when you're doing the whole visiting thingy okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-8285020923643864149?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/8285020923643864149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=8285020923643864149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/8285020923643864149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/8285020923643864149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-2375123315171390999</id><published>2009-01-25T00:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T00:17:58.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daniel Henney</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SXs-h1rH3zI/AAAAAAAAA-0/fkd0AhXVXz0/s1600-h/Dan_Henny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SXs-h1rH3zI/AAAAAAAAA-0/fkd0AhXVXz0/s320/Dan_Henny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294894537968705330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SXs-hs2byII/AAAAAAAAA-s/KokvsSkQoP4/s1600-h/henney01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SXs-hs2byII/AAAAAAAAA-s/KokvsSkQoP4/s320/henney01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294894535600228482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ignore the girl in the picture :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;HAHAHAHA! OMG! I JUST FINISHED WATCHING SEDUCING MR PERFECT ON OKTO AND OMGGGGGG! DANIEL HENNEY IS SO SO SO SO *DROOLS*! hahahahhaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad he's like 29 years old. Boo. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ehhhh, what's his name uh?&lt;br /&gt;DIY: WHY???&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nothing. What's his name? *started to giggle (couldn't help myself)*&lt;br /&gt;DIY: I WON'T TELL YOU!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nevermind. I'll google him! (while walking to my room)&lt;br /&gt;DIY: OII! HE'S MINE!&lt;br /&gt;Me: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog tomorrow morning okay! I'm lazy to blog now. I'm going out tomorrow night so I'll probably blog in the morning/afternoon. OHHH!! I GOT A NEW GUESS BAG!&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;Mummy says its my present for passing maths for O's. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've been going out everyday since Tuesday. I'm kinda tired and broke. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-2375123315171390999?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/2375123315171390999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=2375123315171390999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/2375123315171390999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/2375123315171390999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/01/daniel-henney.html' title='Daniel Henney'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SXs-h1rH3zI/AAAAAAAAA-0/fkd0AhXVXz0/s72-c/Dan_Henny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-3047825179183055296</id><published>2009-01-24T11:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T11:11:10.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Messy Messy Messy Messy  Hair :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SXqGCsFEOJI/AAAAAAAAA-k/H4u4m07PNG4/s1600-h/IMG_0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SXqGCsFEOJI/AAAAAAAAA-k/H4u4m07PNG4/s320/IMG_0046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294691692677707922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe :) I'll blog soon! Promise! I'm going out today with my family and I'm might be going out with Nasyirah tomorrow too. So I've got no time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOoooh! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Watch Changeling and Bride Wars&lt;/span&gt;. VERY VERY GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-3047825179183055296?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/3047825179183055296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=3047825179183055296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/3047825179183055296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/3047825179183055296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/01/messy-messy-messy-messy-hair.html' title='Messy Messy Messy Messy  Hair :)'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SXqGCsFEOJI/AAAAAAAAA-k/H4u4m07PNG4/s72-c/IMG_0046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-4734015046743791464</id><published>2009-01-23T00:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T01:14:15.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck you and the horse you rode in on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SXipSgl1tVI/AAAAAAAAA-I/y9VU9ccu5CI/s1600-h/Capture.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SXipSgl1tVI/AAAAAAAAA-I/y9VU9ccu5CI/s320/Capture.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294167497425401170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SXikRjZsPfI/AAAAAAAAA-A/CJcGuzaikuU/s1600-h/IMG_0489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SXikRjZsPfI/AAAAAAAAA-A/CJcGuzaikuU/s320/IMG_0489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294161983441747442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know why she hates this picture. I like it (: Anyway, I know I said I'll update yesterday (cos its like 12.52AM already) but I got home late. Reached home at 11.15PM I think then bathed and transfer pictures and now I'm too lazy to do anything else because I'm so tired and I want to snooze. Plus, I'm going out with May later so I need to sleep because I bet I'm going to walk a lot. Hmmmmmm, I just realise, I've been an alarm clock for people lately. I've been waking up my 2  younger brothers and Kakak and Daddy and Rachel aaaaand Aly G! AHAHHA. That's because I've been waking up early or because I've been an owl =D See! I'm NICE! At least they can wake up when I call or shake them. Not like Nash lol. That time, we were in KL, it took me HALF AN HOUR to wake her up. *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY,  I'm going to sleep now! I cannot take it anymore. NIGHTNIGHT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-4734015046743791464?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/4734015046743791464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=4734015046743791464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/4734015046743791464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/4734015046743791464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/01/fuck-you-and-horse-you-rode-in-on.html' title='Fuck you and the horse you rode in on.'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SXipSgl1tVI/AAAAAAAAA-I/y9VU9ccu5CI/s72-c/Capture.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-2351337945445880318</id><published>2009-01-22T04:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T04:18:02.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she loves smacking butts</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 381px; height: 572px;" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i288.photobucket.com/albums/ll168/Rachelqwq92/nut/26.jpg" border="0" width="462" height="895" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Will blog tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-2351337945445880318?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/2351337945445880318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=2351337945445880318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/2351337945445880318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/2351337945445880318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/01/she-love-smacking-butts.html' title='she loves smacking butts'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i288.photobucket.com/albums/ll168/Rachelqwq92/nut/th_26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-4676666234027843097</id><published>2009-01-18T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T00:40:15.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xIn2HsOIph0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xIn2HsOIph0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! I WANNA WATCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pause my imeem below)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-4676666234027843097?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/4676666234027843097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=4676666234027843097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/4676666234027843097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/4676666234027843097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/01/friday-13th.html' title='Friday the 13th'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24391808.post-901951270337717976</id><published>2009-01-16T03:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T03:35:37.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultraviolet</title><content type='html'>I like this song in the background. By Stiff Dylans from Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24391808-901951270337717976?l=vindictivelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/feeds/901951270337717976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24391808&amp;postID=901951270337717976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/901951270337717976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24391808/posts/default/901951270337717976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vindictivelove.blogspot.com/2009/01/ultraviolet.html' title='Ultraviolet'/><author><name>Nur Nadiah Anwar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10726208241235502717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wcvlDZj8uRA/SgReQ4bkWSI/AAAAAAAABO8/CHrjlXmKDn0/S220/Image107(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
