<?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-28039772</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:13:08.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SnipS&amp;&amp;SnapS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>371</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-2186229650364114208</id><published>2009-08-19T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T01:06:58.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new home :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;shifted (",)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;new url will be given either tru msn or i'll drop a tag over at your site for relinks.&lt;br /&gt; thank you &amp;amp; sorry for the inconvenience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/28039772-2186229650364114208?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/2186229650364114208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=2186229650364114208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/2186229650364114208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/2186229650364114208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-home-d.html' title='new home :D'/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-6920085967295912437</id><published>2009-08-14T03:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T03:55:33.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHIFTING</title><content type='html'>I am shifting somewhere else pretty soon.&lt;br /&gt;Cause i cant stand blogger being such a pain in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;Always cannot upload photos. So, yeah. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe you can try your luck finding, hahah :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28039772-6920085967295912437?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/6920085967295912437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=6920085967295912437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/6920085967295912437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/6920085967295912437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/08/shifting.html' title='SHIFTING'/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-2181446294544157988</id><published>2009-08-14T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T02:47:15.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>joke of the yearrrr!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj207/shalveeuhh/?action=view&amp;current=studying.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj207/shalveeuhh/studying.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was shit. spending one hour and a half on the journey. and school's only for an hour. bloody hell, so not worth it but yeah. i'm a good girl and i dont skip lectures. heh. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, one paper's down. and there's still five more to go.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm resting and slacking like all the papers are overrr. wtheck is wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a good laugh with syiqah minutes ago. *inside joke.&lt;br /&gt;i guess fa would understand too. but seriously, anyone could have puke at &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naseb baik aku tak tergolek jatoh katel sebab ketawa bnyk sngt. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, before i forget.&lt;br /&gt;i miss my girls. so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whispers hello, i miss you quite terribly! :(&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28039772-2181446294544157988?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/2181446294544157988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=2181446294544157988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/2181446294544157988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/2181446294544157988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/08/joke-of-yearrrr.html' title='joke of the yearrrr!'/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-5771925841968314526</id><published>2009-08-11T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T15:48:51.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fieworkkkks :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj207/shalveeuhh/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG2427-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj207/shalveeuhh/CIMG2427-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;cause i'm a semangat singaporean like that ^^&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to sum it all up:&lt;br /&gt;} city hall @ four. find a spot. continued finding.&lt;br /&gt;} infested with the bang selebus and the tak mandis.&lt;br /&gt;} "Girl girl, kawan aku nak kenal2 ngan kau." Mind you, the 'girl' term is sumpah tak perlu. -.-&lt;br /&gt;} Faaan joined slacked by the river.&lt;br /&gt;} ice-cream by Merlion&lt;br /&gt;} waited for AFarhan.&lt;br /&gt;} missed the last train home.&lt;br /&gt;} list out the options; ton @ town, midnight movie, first train home.&lt;br /&gt;} plan cocked up, home in car. home at one thirty.&lt;br /&gt;} wanny slept over.&lt;br /&gt;} syurga cinta was the hit for the day.&lt;br /&gt;} hit the hayyys at 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj207/shalveeuhh/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG2478.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj207/shalveeuhh/CIMG2478.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28039772-5771925841968314526?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/5771925841968314526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=5771925841968314526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/5771925841968314526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/5771925841968314526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/08/fieworkkkks-d.html' title='fieworkkkks :D'/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-4411838338553357828</id><published>2009-08-09T00:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T00:58:57.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>past previous everything else.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sn2ro8wXoUI/AAAAAAAAAks/iNC87vIzE4A/s1600-h/sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sn2ro8wXoUI/AAAAAAAAAks/iNC87vIzE4A/s320/sunset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367635050887618882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, sometimes i do wish i had the power to change things.&lt;br /&gt;change it into they way i want them to be.&lt;br /&gt;cause i'm tired of trying to mould them into my ways.&lt;br /&gt;cause at this point of time, no 'things will get better' or even&lt;br /&gt;'look at the bright side of life' could change anything.&lt;br /&gt;cause i've infact stopped seeing the bright side of life, or rather my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do wish i can delete &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;past&lt;/span&gt;. delete &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;previous.&lt;/span&gt; delete &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; else.&lt;br /&gt;i don't need anything, especially those that holding me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those that are pulling me apart. those that are in fact very disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause at this point of time, i am tired of thinking.&lt;br /&gt;cause i am aware, when i start i'm bound to not stop.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want anymore negative thoughts coming my way.&lt;br /&gt;those up there in mind are already more than enough to handle.&lt;br /&gt;i just want to let go. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;let go&lt;/span&gt;. let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, happy 44th Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;may the years to come be filled with lots of happiness for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, happy not so happy nineth girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be away till time will tell, busy with prep for exams.&lt;br /&gt;and at the same time busy with LJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/salbiah/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28039772-4411838338553357828?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/4411838338553357828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=4411838338553357828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/4411838338553357828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/4411838338553357828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/08/past-previous-everything-else.html' title='past previous everything else.'/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sn2ro8wXoUI/AAAAAAAAAks/iNC87vIzE4A/s72-c/sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-1924284193483762318</id><published>2009-08-07T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T00:45:45.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a fasting girl(!)</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/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SnsGVfLpz-I/AAAAAAAAAkk/lc5k4FRePA8/s1600-h/NR0917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SnsGVfLpz-I/AAAAAAAAAkk/lc5k4FRePA8/s320/NR0917.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366890347159474146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls are going jogging tomorrow. But i'll only be joining them after that.&lt;br /&gt;Reason being, I is not the running kind. And I have no jogging shoes also.&lt;br /&gt;So, i'll catch up with a little bit of extra sleep before meeting them ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, I is eating at Macdonalds tomorrow! YAY(!)&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after a week of fasting and seeing other consume Macds,&lt;br /&gt;i decide to give in to the temptation and i'm giving tomorrow a miss. Heh ^^&lt;br /&gt;So, let's just hope the girls dont disappoint me. Luvvvvvv!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'll be getting my jab done tomorrow. ALONE :'(&lt;br /&gt;kakak ends school perhaps late, so she cant accompany me.&lt;br /&gt;So, evilllllll :(&lt;br /&gt;So, i'll have to go and wait alone. Oh man. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i need to put New Moon on hold. Yeah, its alrd bad i'm only starting to read.&lt;br /&gt;But who cares, its better late then never.&lt;br /&gt;Still i guess I have to sacrifice that for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've got papers coming, to be studied for next week and the week after.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry Jill if I'm gonna hold onto your book for quite some time :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, my tragus is no longer bleeding! Hooray(!)&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/28039772-1924284193483762318?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/1924284193483762318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=1924284193483762318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/1924284193483762318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/1924284193483762318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/08/confessions-of-fasting-girl.html' title='Confessions of a fasting girl(!)'/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SnsGVfLpz-I/AAAAAAAAAkk/lc5k4FRePA8/s72-c/NR0917.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-7001777607581851659</id><published>2009-08-04T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T22:53:10.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I is very scared. Because the semestral exams are coming and i am not even prepared. I dont want to screw up any modules. And i dont want to repeat. So, i better get my ass down to studying at every possible oppurtunity (: School was as per normal today. Took the oppurtunity to sleep during the two hours break cause I was fasting and there was nothing to do. Book a room and all of us did our own stuffs. From reading to sleeping. School ended at five. Trained with Jill before meeting Kakak at Bedok to proceed down to Singtel. Headed home and break fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haveee no idea what to eaaaat for predawn tomorrow. I want KFC for break fast tmr caaaan ? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAB TOMORROW :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Because there was just one thing that I had to believe to be able to live - I had to know that he existed. That was all. Everything else I could endure. So long as he existed. " - B(NM)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28039772-7001777607581851659?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/7001777607581851659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=7001777607581851659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/7001777607581851659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/7001777607581851659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-is-very-scared.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-6524884228452449855</id><published>2009-08-03T14:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T14:29:41.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SnaDTcWayGI/AAAAAAAAAkc/8pIBxLaHHDU/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SnaDTcWayGI/AAAAAAAAAkc/8pIBxLaHHDU/s320/me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365620376109500514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i totally dont dig the need for the long hours of breakkk.&lt;br /&gt;urgh, its alrd the 3rd month of school,&lt;br /&gt;but i still cant get over the fact that i have frigging long hours of breaks just&lt;br /&gt;to waste my life awaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell, my stomach is growling :(&lt;br /&gt;i want to sleep for a while before having tutorial ltr at three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles!&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/28039772-6524884228452449855?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/6524884228452449855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=6524884228452449855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/6524884228452449855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/6524884228452449855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-totally-dont-dig-need-for-long-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SnaDTcWayGI/AAAAAAAAAkc/8pIBxLaHHDU/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-1554892139846950243</id><published>2009-08-02T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T22:58:33.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEEKENDS :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj207/shalveeuhh/?action=view&amp;current=kachiak040-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj207/shalveeuhh/kachiak040-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALIYAH MAISARAH ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj207/shalveeuhh/?action=view&amp;current=Fireworks.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj207/shalveeuhh/Fireworks.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically  that was the highlights of the weekends. meet wanny and fad to go over to city hall for the fireworks.meet up with wanny first since fad was still on his way. went off to penin first to get kakak's pants.then went old chang kee to buy some stuffs then head down to esplanade area there. fad's gf, dyla joined us the onwards. then sat around and talk bullshits while waiting for the fireworks. and the display started at about 8.20.left at about 9 and decided to crash over Tampines to visit that newborn up there! ALIYAH MAISARAH (:&lt;br /&gt;took 51 and dyla dropped off first before we continued our journey on 21 down to Tampines. played with Aliyah, then had dinner cum supper. there was a wide spread of food.from Sup Daging, to MeeGoreng to BihunGoreng to Rojakkkk. :D the watched Final Destination1 and continued with the video of our Cameron Trip wayyy back.like, eight years ago? =.= and we had fun laughing at one another. zaman kegemilangan! :D and decided on spending the night over there. slept at about 3ish. woke up the next day at about 10. breakfast and slack around. left at about 2 plus.&lt;br /&gt;head  home and sleppt all the way till about 5 plus? heh ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj207/shalveeuhh/?action=view&amp;current=kachiak036.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj207/shalveeuhh/kachiak036.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj207/shalveeuhh/?action=view&amp;current=kachiak051.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj207/shalveeuhh/kachiak051.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school ends at six tmr. bloody hell luh -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28039772-1554892139846950243?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/1554892139846950243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=1554892139846950243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/1554892139846950243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/1554892139846950243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/08/weekends.html' title='WEEKENDS :)'/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-752236975111293059</id><published>2009-08-01T03:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T03:14:19.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to people like me and you. ^^</title><content type='html'>HAPPY NURSES DAY!&lt;br /&gt;to all nurses and future nurses out there (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28039772-752236975111293059?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/752236975111293059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=752236975111293059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/752236975111293059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/752236975111293059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-people-like-me-and-you.html' title='to people like me and you. ^^'/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-1485526894337081701</id><published>2009-08-01T00:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T00:22:14.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today started off bad. i had no idea whyyy.&lt;br /&gt;didnt feel like going to school but still dragged my ass there.&lt;br /&gt;i swear i was freaking sleepy. i only had 4 hours of sleep yesternight.&lt;br /&gt;so, that pretty much explains. &lt;br /&gt;and i guess my face totally gave it away,&lt;br /&gt;cause Fa went, "What's up with your stuck up face?"&lt;br /&gt;i think i get too affected over minor stuffs way way way too easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school ended at one. went down to Koufu with the usuals for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;but, Fa myself and Syiqah didnt eat. just accompanied the rest.&lt;br /&gt;headed down to SSDC with Kamini Efa and Rachel to accompany Kamini take her license.&lt;br /&gt;but Rachel and Efa left earlier cause the queue was taking so long.&lt;br /&gt;waited with Kamini before leaving for home at 3-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj207/shalveeuhh/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00361.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj207/shalveeuhh/DSC00361.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATS DEAREST FOR PASSING YOUR TP (:&lt;br /&gt;i am infact extremely happy for youuuuu !&lt;br /&gt;woaaah, now can drive me to school alrd lah. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, passed bio practical test with an A!&lt;br /&gt;alhamdulillah. pure luck man, considering that i didnt mug that hard for it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a not so light note, digicammmm is missing.&lt;br /&gt;high chance it was stolen yesterday when kakak brought it out.&lt;br /&gt;urgh, bloody swine uh the person who took it. fuck you very much uh kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;blom puas pakai, dah hilang.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like want to cry siaaa. thou i didnt contribute to it,&lt;br /&gt;still i feel the pinch. i liked it very muchhh man. &lt;br /&gt;fuck you luuuuh. i curse that you get rashes on your bloody hands uh, &lt;br /&gt;until you have no choice but to get it amputated. urrrrgh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28039772-1485526894337081701?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/1485526894337081701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=1485526894337081701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/1485526894337081701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/1485526894337081701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-started-off-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-1801459714757541066</id><published>2009-07-30T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T23:28:07.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>here i am trying to understand and you just had to.</title><content type='html'>i think blogger is so fucking screwed. all the more encourage me to move off to somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell. i'm alrd a mofo pissed off kid, this web just had to made me feel worst.&lt;br /&gt;thanks uhhhh eyyyy. thank you very nice. ccb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number one, dont assume if you dont know.&lt;br /&gt;just because you dont see me eating at home, doesnt mean i dont.&lt;br /&gt;and even if i dont, it doesnt mean i've been spending money buying outside food to fill my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;number two, if you're not sincere in giving me xtra cash,&lt;br /&gt;then you might as well dont. cause i cant stand you raking it up each and everytime.&lt;br /&gt;mind you, i pay for my own credits. andddd that too is included in the allowance you give.&lt;br /&gt;be glad that i've never gone on strike for receiving too little allowance.&lt;br /&gt;number three, if you have that mindset that i'm not eating at home cause i &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; eat outside.&lt;br /&gt;i suggest you ask those at school with me, if i've been spending a lot.&lt;br /&gt;ask if i keep on buying food. ask if i actually even eat alot at school to start with.&lt;br /&gt;number four, when i dont eat it doesnt necessarily mean i've eaten at all.&lt;br /&gt;cause you know why, sometimes i just dont feel like eating the moment i'm here.&lt;br /&gt;no matter how hungry i feel when i'm there at school,&lt;br /&gt;the moment i reach here, i just dont feel like eating. &lt;br /&gt;my bad uh that i always feel like that.&lt;br /&gt;and also my bad uh i always either end up fainting or have gastric when i dont consume food.&lt;br /&gt;so, i doubt its my fault when i have to die die eat smthg to fill my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;or else i might just faint&amp;die on the journey home. from YCK to Bedok mind you. &lt;br /&gt;number five, fyiiiiiii.&lt;br /&gt;i'm attempting to save money and lose my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;and that's the only reason why at times i choose to skip my meals.&lt;br /&gt;because i need clothes and money to buy stuffs. &lt;br /&gt;and that too, is included in that allowance you give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;so tell me now, who's the one being unreasonable, me or youuuuu ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28039772-1801459714757541066?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/1801459714757541066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=1801459714757541066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/1801459714757541066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/1801459714757541066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/07/here-i-am-trying-to-understand-and-you.html' title='here i am trying to understand and you just had to.'/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-2572097767315927223</id><published>2009-07-29T21:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T23:56:27.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Patient: Nurse, my stomach pain. Why you not doing anythg about it ?&lt;br /&gt;Nurse: Mr Jason, can you please be patient ?&lt;br /&gt;Patient: I am the patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, -.-&lt;br /&gt;Joke of the dayyyyy ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had SBL today and i think it was hilarious. It was as thou we were watching a comedy.&lt;br /&gt;But overall i think Syiqah and Weiting did a great job.&lt;br /&gt;It takes a lot of courage to be able to do that (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was i guess okay. Supposed to end at about 4. But, we ended much early.&lt;br /&gt;Like 2.45. then headed home with the usuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A babygirl born to add to the family :D&lt;br /&gt;i'm god damn excited to see her and i think she is too :D&lt;br /&gt;HHAHAHAH ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from that, i think the train ride home with Jilltheboyf &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;killed &lt;/span&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;from PDAs, to cute yet taken guy, to guy fined for drinking in the train,&lt;br /&gt;to Itouch Itouch and more Itouchhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhh, i need to hurry up sign for sponsorship alrd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/28039772-2572097767315927223?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/2572097767315927223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=2572097767315927223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/2572097767315927223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/2572097767315927223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/07/patient-nurse-my-stomach-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-1035653648398888893</id><published>2009-07-29T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T00:32:44.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emotionally physically and mentally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sm8kHE_13uI/AAAAAAAAAkM/-d-MWD1fSNg/s1600-h/kachiak029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sm8kHE_13uI/AAAAAAAAAkM/-d-MWD1fSNg/s320/kachiak029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363545385240747746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i think i've forgotten all about my life for the past eight months.&lt;br /&gt;i've closed all doors and i've totally forget that i too have feelings.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, i was being harsh. way too harsh with myself.&lt;br /&gt;i think it's about time i let loose before the inner gets out of control. and burst out someday.&lt;br /&gt;i think it's about time, i have to get hold of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Cause life is all about hanging on when your heart has had enough.&lt;br /&gt;Its giving more when you feel like giving up.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&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/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sm8kMv82lxI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RGbmINRyJGE/s1600-h/kachiak026.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/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sm8kMv82lxI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RGbmINRyJGE/s320/kachiak026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363545482670282514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;school's been okaay so far. i think i still can handle this.&lt;br /&gt;presentations are all over. left with the semestral exams.&lt;br /&gt;which is in about two weeks time, and i have yet to prepare for that mind you.&lt;br /&gt;eight modules to go, and i better clear all. i dont want to repeat any.&lt;br /&gt;cause it'll be a bloody waste of time, and i cant afford to waste that.&lt;br /&gt;three yearrs is wayyy more than enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired and shagged from all the travelling to and fro.&lt;br /&gt;and i wish a rich man would just pop me a carrr, BMW please with a chauffeur included i mean.&lt;br /&gt;to send to every where i want. especially so school.&lt;br /&gt;i cant take all the travelling with all the typical singaporeans.&lt;br /&gt;bumping and banging into me like as though i'm as huge as an orang utan,&lt;br /&gt;they just cant say ' excuse me.'&lt;br /&gt;seriously. i have no idea why i took nyp in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how i wish i could shift nyp nearer to home. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;credits&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; low but i totally have to intention of getting a top up card.&lt;br /&gt;cause i cant be bothered. i want and need a new fone.&lt;br /&gt;so rich man please pop me a new fone, nokia 5800 pretty please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left tragus swelling.&lt;s&gt; my heart's aching.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, get well soon syiqaaah! :D&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/28039772-1035653648398888893?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/1035653648398888893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=1035653648398888893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/1035653648398888893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/1035653648398888893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/07/emotionally-physically-and-mentally.html' title='emotionally physically and mentally.'/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sm8kHE_13uI/AAAAAAAAAkM/-d-MWD1fSNg/s72-c/kachiak029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-8396542569571599731</id><published>2009-07-25T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T02:45:25.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TSLAT is leaving me wanting for moreeeee. But my eyes cannot take it anymore, i guess i have to give the other episodes a rest till the next time i get online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i'll be away for a short getawaay till sun. Chalet with the Momsie's :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lotsa fun with Babygirls today. ^^ andddd alya, pikchas up of FB insteadddd. there's smthg wrong with blogger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28039772-8396542569571599731?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/8396542569571599731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=8396542569571599731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/8396542569571599731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/8396542569571599731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/07/tslat-is-leaving-me-wanting-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-123955155001114834</id><published>2009-07-23T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T00:27:31.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bio is a goner</title><content type='html'>i just hope i didnt screw bio so badly. thou i know there's a whole bunch of questions i have no idea how to do. urgh, i shall just let it go. at least it's over and done with. and i dont like the clinical  posting. urggggggh. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, meeting Babygirls tmr. like finally, yay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ATIQAH MUNIRAH :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28039772-123955155001114834?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/123955155001114834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=123955155001114834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/123955155001114834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/123955155001114834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/07/bio-is-goner.html' title='bio is a goner'/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-7439881669160264883</id><published>2009-07-22T16:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T16:36:26.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogger is screwed.</title><content type='html'>i think today blogger is as screwed up as me. -.-&lt;br /&gt;i need to catch up on my sleep. in order to survive studying for bio and preparing for HS1086 tmr. wish me luck for bio practical test tmr. cause i need all the luck i can have. i cant afford to screw bio.&lt;br /&gt;not when it's the most impt module.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayyys, cheer up syiqah. :D&lt;br /&gt;yknow we're always here to hear you out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28039772-7439881669160264883?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/7439881669160264883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=7439881669160264883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/7439881669160264883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/7439881669160264883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/07/blogger-is-screwed.html' title='blogger is screwed.'/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-1033126121016977752</id><published>2009-07-22T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T16:33:09.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;One Flaw In Women &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women have strengths that amaze men. &lt;br /&gt;They bear hardships and they carry burdens, &lt;br /&gt;but they hold happiness, love and joy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They smile when they want to scream. &lt;br /&gt;They sing when they want to cry. &lt;br /&gt;They cry when they are happy &lt;br /&gt;and laugh when they are nervous. &lt;br /&gt;They fight for what they believe in. &lt;br /&gt;They stand up to injustice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't take "no" for an answer &lt;br /&gt;when they believe there is a better solution. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They go without so their family can have. &lt;br /&gt;They go to the doctor with a frightened friend.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;They love unconditionally. &lt;br /&gt;They cry when their children excel &lt;br /&gt;and cheer when their friends get awards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are happy when they hear about &lt;br /&gt;a birth or a wedding. &lt;br /&gt;Their hearts break when a friend dies. &lt;br /&gt;They grieve at the loss of a family member, &lt;br /&gt;yet they are strong when they &lt;br /&gt;=0 Athink there is no strength left. &lt;br /&gt;They know that a hug and a kiss &lt;br /&gt;can heal a broken heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you &lt;br /&gt;to show how much they care about you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart of a woman is what &lt;br /&gt;makes the world keep turning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They bring joy, hope and love. &lt;br /&gt;They have compassion and ideas. &lt;br /&gt;They give moral support to their &lt;br /&gt;family and friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women have vital things to say &lt;br /&gt;and everything to give. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN WOMEN, &lt;br /&gt;IT IS THAT THEY FORGET THEIR WORTH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28039772-1033126121016977752?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/1033126121016977752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=1033126121016977752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/1033126121016977752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/1033126121016977752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-flaw-in-women-women-have-strengths.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-4328546963355913046</id><published>2009-07-19T02:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T02:54:56.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SmIaMh5kdHI/AAAAAAAAAj8/ZhqobDVI-UA/s1600-h/SDC10519.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/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SmIaMh5kdHI/AAAAAAAAAj8/ZhqobDVI-UA/s320/SDC10519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359875309084898418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tell me its not wrong to feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;tell me its not my fault that things are like this.&lt;br /&gt;and tell me i'm gonna be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i'm dead tired of telling myself.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, i need to get busy.&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/28039772-4328546963355913046?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/4328546963355913046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=4328546963355913046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/4328546963355913046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/4328546963355913046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/07/tell-me-its-not-wrong-to-feel-this-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SmIaMh5kdHI/AAAAAAAAAj8/ZhqobDVI-UA/s72-c/SDC10519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-5231012856584046595</id><published>2009-07-18T20:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T21:06:50.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SmHGDyY1dRI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVZ40FgkeJo/s1600-h/SDC10534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SmHGDyY1dRI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVZ40FgkeJo/s320/SDC10534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359782799915447570" 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/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SmHGDnM1ojI/AAAAAAAAAjs/8BzWe33QJg0/s1600-h/SDC10535.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/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SmHGDnM1ojI/AAAAAAAAAjs/8BzWe33QJg0/s320/SDC10535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359782796912337458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so, friday was spent with that girl up there.&lt;br /&gt;initially wanted to meet at somewhere near.&lt;br /&gt;but, cancelled and headed to town instead. she fetched me from YCK mrt.&lt;br /&gt;cause she was from marsiling, then we trained down to Orchard.&lt;br /&gt;had lunch at Macdonalds first since we were both hungryyyy.&lt;br /&gt;then headed down to Tangs to change the slippers for the little one.&lt;br /&gt;walked around FEP, in search of nice tops at affordable prices.&lt;br /&gt;but, none attracted our attention.&lt;br /&gt;left off for Bugis at about 5 and took train.&lt;br /&gt;journey down to Bugis was terrible was the trained was damn packed.&lt;br /&gt;and there's this whole group of aunties who held our hands and arms damn tightly.&lt;br /&gt;maybe cause they taught we're poles to hold on to. bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SmHFg15Ml1I/AAAAAAAAAis/ZQHJIYwl5jY/s1600-h/SDC10469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SmHFg15Ml1I/AAAAAAAAAis/ZQHJIYwl5jY/s320/SDC10469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359782199561066322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SmHFhEQbC0I/AAAAAAAAAi0/ngx0q0mkUl4/s1600-h/SDC10475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SmHFhEQbC0I/AAAAAAAAAi0/ngx0q0mkUl4/s320/SDC10475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359782203416578882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SmHFhVoSHFI/AAAAAAAAAi8/lB5lr09CF4U/s1600-h/SDC10480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SmHFhVoSHFI/AAAAAAAAAi8/lB5lr09CF4U/s320/SDC10480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359782208080059474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;continued walking around at bugis.&lt;br /&gt;she bought three tops while i only bought new earrings for school.&lt;br /&gt;then we took train down to bedok. and head off for Resv Park to camwhore.&lt;br /&gt;which resulted in 5o over pikchas in total ^^&lt;br /&gt;below are some of it and the rest are up in FB, you can go take a look :D&lt;br /&gt;left and headed for home after we're tired of posing and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SmHFhVoSHFI/AAAAAAAAAi8/lB5lr09CF4U/s1600-h/SDC10480.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SmHGDalYbdI/AAAAAAAAAjk/VRmzmvE-Y4o/s1600-h/SDC10523%281%29.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/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SmHGDalYbdI/AAAAAAAAAjk/VRmzmvE-Y4o/s320/SDC10523%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359782793525620178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SmHGDI9zxgI/AAAAAAAAAjc/O0oK5ITO5G8/s1600-h/SDC10511.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/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SmHGDI9zxgI/AAAAAAAAAjc/O0oK5ITO5G8/s320/SDC10511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359782788796237314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SmHGCzm84aI/AAAAAAAAAjU/_JHYNcm-A-g/s1600-h/SDC10513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SmHGCzm84aI/AAAAAAAAAjU/_JHYNcm-A-g/s320/SDC10513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359782783063220642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SmHFhghaNdI/AAAAAAAAAjM/QHxwQ8EONfo/s1600-h/SDC10508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SmHFhghaNdI/AAAAAAAAAjM/QHxwQ8EONfo/s320/SDC10508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359782211004020178" 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/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SmHFhing0oI/AAAAAAAAAjE/EPajaCFDyYc/s1600-h/SDC10501.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/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SmHFhing0oI/AAAAAAAAAjE/EPajaCFDyYc/s320/SDC10501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359782211566490242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bottomline, i hope you had fun dearest.&lt;br /&gt;meet up agn someday okays bby. :D&lt;br /&gt;i love you much.&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/28039772-5231012856584046595?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/5231012856584046595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=5231012856584046595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/5231012856584046595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/5231012856584046595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-friday-was-spent-with-that-girl-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SmHGDyY1dRI/AAAAAAAAAj0/UVZ40FgkeJo/s72-c/SDC10534.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-3033787881825513530</id><published>2009-07-18T02:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T02:15:09.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SmC-vJOM64I/AAAAAAAAAic/-vMM7o-G8n8/s1600-h/SDC10529%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SmC-vJOM64I/AAAAAAAAAic/-vMM7o-G8n8/s320/SDC10529%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359493273709505410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;thank god its the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;there's a whole bunch of things that i need to finish up this weekends.&lt;br /&gt;like study for bio practical which is like the main focus.&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/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SmC-veAd8sI/AAAAAAAAAik/UPGeGL--ahE/s1600-h/SDC10480.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/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SmC-veAd8sI/AAAAAAAAAik/UPGeGL--ahE/s320/SDC10480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359493279289045698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayyys, thank a whole bunch babylove for the day (:&lt;br /&gt;i hope you had fun cause i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;proper post soon. i'm dead shagged.&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/28039772-3033787881825513530?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/3033787881825513530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=3033787881825513530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/3033787881825513530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/3033787881825513530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sl84G_gqlcI/AAAAAAAAAhk/YzFXReQvMc8/s320/DSC00364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359063774372992450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sl84Go2TgTI/AAAAAAAAAhc/fYe3Y8i9aA0/s1600-h/DSC00363.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/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sl84Go2TgTI/AAAAAAAAAhc/fYe3Y8i9aA0/s320/DSC00363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359063768289739058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sl84GHdXSYI/AAAAAAAAAhU/wiaZbxXuV_0/s1600-h/DSC00362.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/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sl84GHdXSYI/AAAAAAAAAhU/wiaZbxXuV_0/s320/DSC00362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359063759326759298" 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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sl84F1IEqWI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Bb1ie0802ok/s1600-h/DSC00360.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/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sl84F1IEqWI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Bb1ie0802ok/s320/DSC00360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359063754405620066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we should be studying at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;but, bio is nothing but boring =.=&lt;br /&gt;so, no choice. and that, up there is one of the aftereffects of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should i continue trimming my bangs till forevar? i'm getting tired of it somehow.&lt;br /&gt;only after 3 months, haha =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i am extremely excited for tmr :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/28039772-7848186491712062321?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/7848186491712062321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=7848186491712062321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-2762403506502733882</id><published>2009-07-16T00:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T00:55:54.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sl4ITa-1EFI/AAAAAAAAAhE/CDvz-Ty4axY/s1600-h/Picnik+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sl4ITa-1EFI/AAAAAAAAAhE/CDvz-Ty4axY/s320/Picnik+collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358729736370851922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" id="formatbar_Buttons" &gt;&lt;span class="on menu-top" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_FontSize" title="Font size" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);toggleFontSizeMenu();ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Font size" class="gl_size" border="0" /&gt;NUR FARHAINNISA NIRWAN,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;happy &lt;/span&gt;turning fifteen. may you be blessed with lots and lost of love,&lt;br /&gt;happiness and bliss on this special day of yours.&lt;br /&gt;i wish you all the best in your future endeavours and may success be with you often.&lt;br /&gt;true friends dont always need togetherness.&lt;br /&gt;and also everyday conversations.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm glad that even though we're miles apart, we have never lost&lt;br /&gt;this bond and friendship we share.&lt;br /&gt;i want you to know, you will always have my back the way i have yours.&lt;br /&gt;so, dont ever hesitate to find me whenevar you need me okay sayang?&lt;br /&gt;take good care of yourself and study hard.&lt;br /&gt;you know i love you and i know you're smiling cause you know its true.&lt;br /&gt;for i love and care for you like you're my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;xoxo, shalveeuhh&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/28039772-2762403506502733882?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/2762403506502733882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=2762403506502733882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/2762403506502733882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sl3_N9fe1XI/AAAAAAAAAg8/ixPJ7zOFOhE/s1600-h/ica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sl3_N9fe1XI/AAAAAAAAAg8/ixPJ7zOFOhE/s320/ica.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358719746950747506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am so mad i think i can swallow a buffalo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best part, i dont exactly know why.&lt;br /&gt;okay, maybe  i do. but, i shant elaborate on my super screwed up day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note.&lt;br /&gt;first day of fasting to payback. i guess that was what kept me going for the day.&lt;br /&gt;school ended at eleven. accompanied the rest for lunch. group meeting till about 1 plus.&lt;br /&gt;stayed awhile to catch the dance performance over at the atrium.&lt;br /&gt;then trained down to bugis. got what i wanted, and left.&lt;br /&gt;meet icaa at bedok north to accompany her for her rebonding session.&lt;br /&gt;walked around first in search for the best shop with the best price.&lt;br /&gt;then head down to meet her moma who was working nearby to ask for her opinion.&lt;br /&gt;settled on a saloon and she begin her session at three thirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left at five when her mom came. cause i had to get home to break-fast. so, didnt manage to&lt;br /&gt;wait with her and see her new hair. :(&lt;br /&gt;her mom got me curry puffs to eat during break fast and told me to head home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thank you muchie aunty :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;walked to the sixty bustop and head home.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on an even lighter note, i finally saw eyecandy today.&lt;br 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text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Slyd6iItHZI/AAAAAAAAAg0/S93841DyPug/s320/shutter-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358331285585337746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught this today with the classmates plus sindhu and misa during our breaks.&lt;br /&gt;and i swear, it scare the shit out of us lah. despite the fact that i alrd caught it before.&lt;br /&gt;i still had goosebumps. tell me about it man. zomgush.&lt;br /&gt;watched it initially at the MVR. then went for tutorial before&lt;br /&gt;continuing at RC. screamed the moment the ghost came out.&lt;br /&gt;and there we go, kicked out. cause we were creating tonnes of noise.&lt;br /&gt;lol, what's new. i'm alrd so immune to getting kicked out of libraries.&lt;br /&gt;from national library to regional library to school library.&lt;br /&gt;bring it on seeeeh ~&lt;br /&gt;so, continued outside LTK cause that was our next lecture hall.&lt;br /&gt;and once agn screamed the moment the ghost came.&lt;br /&gt;and the whole stretch of human outside LTK turned to look.&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell, damn scary cannnnn.&lt;br /&gt;home with fishball agn tdy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause you are just an asshole with a capital A printed on your forehead.&lt;br /&gt;bleaaaah, out of all people ehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl, bear in mind it takes two to tango.&lt;br /&gt;two to clap. i suggest you follow your head this time. not your heart.&lt;br /&gt;cause i've been there and done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont assume if you dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i am considering closing down yourenotloved.bs&lt;br /&gt;and continue with yourenotloved.lj&lt;br /&gt;but apparently, yourenotloved.lj will continue being 99.9% private.&lt;br /&gt;should i or should i not ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img 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title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Slyd6iItHZI/AAAAAAAAAg0/S93841DyPug/s72-c/shutter-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-5274963631602437061</id><published>2009-07-14T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T00:58:59.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sltj_WE_kWI/AAAAAAAAAgs/XCaPa5ORKvI/s1600-h/Signed-I-Love-You-Hearts.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sltj_WE_kWI/AAAAAAAAAgs/XCaPa5ORKvI/s320/Signed-I-Love-You-Hearts.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357986121596768610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I believe things happen for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;People change so you can learn to let go.&lt;br /&gt;Things go wrong so that you'll appreciate them when they're right.&lt;br /&gt;You believed lies so eventually you learn to trust no one but yourself.&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i cant believe it still hurts to just mention&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; your names&lt;/span&gt; and what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;people &lt;/span&gt;put me thru;&lt;br /&gt;how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; left me at that moment to mend what you've broken.&lt;br /&gt;how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; didnt even care a single bit about what i was feeling.&lt;br /&gt;how i had no &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pillar of strength&lt;/span&gt; to hold on to apart from my girls.&lt;br /&gt;how you made me cry myself to sleep &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every night&lt;/span&gt; thinking of you.&lt;br /&gt;how you make me cried so hard over you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;each and every time&lt;/span&gt; i think of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm glad that at this point of time,&lt;br /&gt;i can still look back at what i've gone thru, &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;be proud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i'm a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;survivor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might have been a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crybaby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might have been a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loser&lt;/span&gt; who cries all night and all day.&lt;br /&gt;but i know and i'm sure that i'm coming off &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;way more stronger&lt;/span&gt; now.&lt;br /&gt;and i know that i can live without you people, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no doubt&lt;/span&gt; abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so perhaps, i shall thank you both.&lt;br /&gt;for you have taught my heart a sense i never knew i had.&lt;br /&gt;and i wish you nuthg but the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, i cleared NGT skill test with a pass today.&lt;br /&gt;alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;i guess it was out of pure luck. the lecturer had to prompt me quite a few times.&lt;br /&gt;and i think she was pretty lenient.&lt;br /&gt;i think if i were to get syiqah's tester, i would have been dead.&lt;br /&gt;too much urmms and uhhhs.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, thank you syiqah for lending me your notebook with the notes inside.&lt;br /&gt;thank you kamini for the words of advice.&lt;br /&gt;and thank you rachel and jill for waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;bottomline, thank you everyone.&lt;br /&gt;lovvvvve you people a whole bunch.&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/28039772-5274963631602437061?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/5274963631602437061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=5274963631602437061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/5274963631602437061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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problem with blogger. i cant upload pikchas agn. urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weekends are ending in a few hours. bloody hell, time passes so fast.&lt;br /&gt;weekends was pretty okay. got some time on my own to get down to do certain stuffs that i need to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday was spent with the girls, efa &amp;amp; kamini.&lt;br /&gt;headed down to NSC to accompany kamini for her appointment.&lt;br /&gt;then we walked around novena square and velocity.&lt;br /&gt;since i was complaining i didnt want to go home early.&lt;br /&gt;so, these two lovelies accompanied me to walk around.&lt;br /&gt;then, we had donuts from donut factory before searching for shops that has the nike waterbottle.&lt;br /&gt;left at almost five thirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat was spent with kakak.&lt;br /&gt;headed down to town at about five. went to walked around at FEP in search of nice bags and shoes. then headed down to TANGS. got myself a shoe and the little one a slipper. then trained down to Tampines to go down to Popular to get materials to make a card for Icabby. head home at 9 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me lucks for my NGT skills test tmr (:&lt;br /&gt;i cant screw it up !&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/28039772-898729775878171078?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/898729775878171078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=898729775878171078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/898729775878171078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/898729775878171078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/07/theres-problem-with-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-7901018696663896065</id><published>2009-07-11T01:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T01:43:20.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sld9aFYBrbI/AAAAAAAAAgk/543MI0vhk3o/s1600-h/Picnik+collage2.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/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sld9aFYBrbI/AAAAAAAAAgk/543MI0vhk3o/s320/Picnik+collage2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356888168853515698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*NzI*NjA*NDc5MiZwdD*xMjQ3MjQ2MDg*NDY*JnA9MTc5MDUxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD*mbz1lY2E1ZDEzNWI2NjI*MjRmYjJlNzI4YTAwOTExZjhlYyZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" height="0" /&gt;dearest love, please do take good care of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you so much.&lt;br /&gt;you know i'm always here for you,&lt;br /&gt;whenevar &amp;amp; forevar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;dont do anymore stupid thgs kay baby&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i love and care for you like you're my own.&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/28039772-7901018696663896065?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/7901018696663896065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=7901018696663896065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/7901018696663896065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/7901018696663896065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sld9aFYBrbI/AAAAAAAAAgk/543MI0vhk3o/s72-c/Picnik+collage2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-3182493397376022212</id><published>2009-07-11T00:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T01:15:53.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></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/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sld1lWP9BYI/AAAAAAAAAgU/k3CrOCtfNRU/s1600-h/melts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 448px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sld1lWP9BYI/AAAAAAAAAgU/k3CrOCtfNRU/s400/melts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356879566268597634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urghhhhh. *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sidetrack.&lt;br /&gt;dont you just hate irritating specimens who have the guts to ask you out without even knowing who you are whatsoevar. come on, dont be ridiculuz. i dont know you &amp;amp; you dont know me. apart from the stupid and dumb 5 mins convo, which was a total turnoffffff ~ urgh, bloody hell. and, look at my face. which part of it says, i give away numbers so cheaply. urgh, bloody irritating specimen. &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/28039772-3182493397376022212?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/3182493397376022212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=3182493397376022212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/3182493397376022212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/3182493397376022212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/07/urghhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sld1lWP9BYI/AAAAAAAAAgU/k3CrOCtfNRU/s72-c/melts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-352999681548996749</id><published>2009-07-10T02:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T02:34:50.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SlY16Kmd5PI/AAAAAAAAAgE/HXz10NBXfQk/s1600-h/kachiak016.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/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SlY16Kmd5PI/AAAAAAAAAgE/HXz10NBXfQk/s320/kachiak016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356528080198165746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that pikcha up there pretty much explains.&lt;br /&gt;today marks the eighth. i doubt i will have any issue\problems facing the months to come.&lt;br /&gt;for now i'm still strong and hopefully i will stay that way (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i cant lie about missing those little things that spark and spice up my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SlY156j7K_I/AAAAAAAAAf8/j2BpH18JD7Q/s1600-h/kachiak015.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/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SlY156j7K_I/AAAAAAAAAf8/j2BpH18JD7Q/s320/kachiak015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356528075892534258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so that was basically what i was doing during the supposedly two hours bio lecture from three&lt;br /&gt;to five. its srsly dumb to put that slot as lecture. everyone was alrd switched off larrr. worst part, it just had to be bio, of all modules. anyways, today was normal. just like other days spent with the Usuals. I can finally remember the names of the bones in our bones. Bio lab lessons was pretty okay. tut was Fishball's grp presentation. so all we had to do was pay attention (:&lt;br /&gt;and lecture were basically zzzzzzzz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school starts at 10 tmr :D&lt;br /&gt;buttttt there's lab session :(&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/28039772-352999681548996749?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/352999681548996749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=352999681548996749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/352999681548996749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/352999681548996749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/07/that-pikcha-up-there-pretty-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SlY16Kmd5PI/AAAAAAAAAgE/HXz10NBXfQk/s72-c/kachiak016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-4979719028558573260</id><published>2009-07-09T00:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T00:55:36.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One burden off shoulder ^^&lt;br /&gt;Like finally, tell me about it mannnzzz.&lt;br /&gt;So, had our nursing lab skills test just know. The best thing about it was the timing lah, what else. We had lessons supposedly until two. But, lab sessions was nothing much. Basically sitting down at the corridor talking about none other than everythg under the sun, with the usual lovelies who didnt have assessment. Syiqah Jill Rachel. Irene Kamini Jeni and Efa came afterwards after they were done with their assessment. Congrats to those of you who cleared it ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss seeing eyecandy in school. i think ladyluck is on syiqah side. baaaaah *insertsadface*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heal the world, make it a better place. for you and for me and the entire human race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;without even being a true fan of his, i could totally relate to the sorrow they are feeling.&lt;br /&gt;may you rest in peace MJ.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&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/28039772-4979719028558573260?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/4979719028558573260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;dont ask of me something that is beyond what i can provide you with. cause i am human, and i have flaws. too many i doubt anyone can live with it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;i hate this part right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school just started and i am already on the verge of dying. i swear school is wearing me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i want to move nyp nearer to home. cause me is sick and tired of travelling alrdy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;cause you are like a bestfriend that i've never had.&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if there is an award for a silent friend, i think you can win that.&lt;br /&gt;so prepare your speech, dearest.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-1614848274402293653</id><published>2009-07-05T03:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T03:33:02.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am an extremely mad kid.&lt;br /&gt;wtfuck cant blogger upload images.&lt;br /&gt;it was perfectly fine yesterday and the day before.&lt;br /&gt;sialllll uh, just when i feel like uploading a gazillion pikchas on yesterday and friday.&lt;br /&gt;thanks uh ey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so mad i think i can swallow a buffalo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sidetrack, i &lt;s&gt;hate&lt;/s&gt; detest it when you know we are not really talking and yet we are doing nothing about it. i dont like it when you tell &lt;s&gt;others&lt;/s&gt; her that we are in contact when in actual fact, we havent been talking since god know when. bottomline, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i miss you.&lt;/span&gt; but, i d k why the heck am i even feeling this way. fuck, period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont assume if you dont know.&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/28039772-1614848274402293653?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/1614848274402293653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=1614848274402293653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/1614848274402293653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/1614848274402293653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-237908312569807700</id><published>2009-07-04T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T01:19:44.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the weather can totally kill anyone and everyone especially me.&lt;br /&gt;i have to start carrying a fan with me.&lt;br /&gt;cause i dont want to end up in a situation where i see myself on the ground,&lt;br /&gt;as a result of fainting.&lt;br /&gt;like the other day, while i was at bedok int with Momsie.&lt;br /&gt;she got me to queue up and update her passbook for her.&lt;br /&gt;while i was waiting, the bloody old man in front was taking sucha a long time.&lt;br /&gt;and the weather was bloody scorching hot mind you.&lt;br /&gt;i could feel it coming cause my vision went blur.&lt;br /&gt;lucky shit Momsie was within my grap.&lt;br /&gt;and she started to panic the moment i told her i feel like fainting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the same thing applies for today. i came with Mom&amp;amp;Dad to Kak Huda's akad nikah.&lt;br /&gt;left home at 3 plus and the weather was takleh angkat i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;the moment i reached there, kepala pon pening.&lt;br /&gt;cause of the weather and the amount of people.&lt;br /&gt;and the best part, there's still tomorrow. =.=&lt;br /&gt;but, there'll be good food. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, selamat pengantin baru kakhuda&amp;amp;abgalif.&lt;br /&gt;semoga berkekalan hingga ke anak cucu ^.^&lt;br /&gt;also, happy seventeenth dearest geraldine (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update again with pikchas soon.&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/28039772-237908312569807700?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/237908312569807700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=237908312569807700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/237908312569807700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/237908312569807700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/07/weather-can-totally-kill-anyone-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-7252640419427281608</id><published>2009-07-03T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T01:16:03.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Skzo3IKQI_I/AAAAAAAAAek/tA4nTW-62Z4/s1600-h/kachiak000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353910090817610738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Skzo3IKQI_I/AAAAAAAAAek/tA4nTW-62Z4/s320/kachiak000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i was bloghopping minutes ago. and i came across a blog with a pikcha of the owner dining at KFC. then onwards i feel like eating KFC. then i continued bloghopping and i came across another blog, this time with a pikcha of the owner diningat LJS. then now, i feel like eating LJS. zomg, what the heck is wrong with meeeee =.= &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tell me about it mannnnnnnnzzzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had my jab today after a failed attempt yesterday due to the absence of the stupid report.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;woke up early in the morning just to get down to polyclinic to get that bloody jab.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and, i blew off 50 bucks for that. and that could have been my month's allowance. urgh, bloody shit. my bank account is experiencing a severe depletion god damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on a lighter note, i had a complete meet up with the Babygirls today. short and sweet one indeed (: we meet up and sort of went on hunting for birthday presents and shades. dian and atiqah was in search for their friends' birthday present and dian was also finding for smthg for her MIL. and alya was hunting for shades for her zoo trip. had a little gossip catch up session at food culture while having lunch cum dinner. bumped in amanda venice michele theresa stephanie at tampines one. parted off soon after. walked to the 21 bustop with dian. and i inflicted tension upon dian. haha, yknow iknow lah eh dian.hahaha. waited for kakak and bused homr together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;byyyyytheway, i hate irresponsible people. dont get me started on this. cause i doubt i can stop once i start. i'm not being mean, period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28039772-7252640419427281608?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/7252640419427281608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=7252640419427281608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/7252640419427281608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/7252640419427281608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-was-bloghopping-minutes-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Skzo3IKQI_I/AAAAAAAAAek/tA4nTW-62Z4/s72-c/kachiak000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-7803973745361682019</id><published>2009-07-01T00:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T01:01:01.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></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/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SkpA6x-sc6I/AAAAAAAAAec/ChvEgF_MmLM/s1600-h/SDC10139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SkpA6x-sc6I/AAAAAAAAAec/ChvEgF_MmLM/s320/SDC10139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353162485676143522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;okays, so like finallyy, i'm not lazy today.&lt;br /&gt;and here's the update for sunday. (:&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SkpAzc_eKXI/AAAAAAAAAeU/DtBAzMHw47w/s1600-h/SDC10129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SkpAzc_eKXI/AAAAAAAAAeU/DtBAzMHw47w/s320/SDC10129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353162359783172466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;left home with kakak at one when we were supposed  to meet wanny at one.&lt;br /&gt;standard jgk. janji melayu. then bused down to tampines.&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/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SkpAzcZPRXI/AAAAAAAAAeM/hIdMH1Mptog/s1600-h/SDC10146.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/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SkpAzcZPRXI/AAAAAAAAAeM/hIdMH1Mptog/s320/SDC10146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353162359622813042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;meet that girl up there and headed for lunch at KFC.&lt;br /&gt;after lunch she headed down to Tampines Sports Hall to prepare for her game.&lt;br /&gt;while me and kakak waited for the guys. but only faan and dee came first.&lt;br /&gt;fad went to sell his beats. and abg farhan was still comtemplating to come or otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked around tampines one to buy time. called and psycho abg farhan to join us.&lt;br /&gt; and afterwhich we succeed (:&lt;br /&gt;called faddd afterwards to get him to hurry.&lt;br /&gt; slacked at the open space while waiting for faddd.&lt;br /&gt;faddd came at near to four. &amp;amp; we proceed to TSH.&lt;br /&gt;caught a game of floorball b\w Spore Schools and LMFC.&lt;br /&gt;Spore Schools lost with a score of 0-12.&lt;br /&gt;but, i think they still deserved credits. they gave their best (;&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/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SkpAzIbexZI/AAAAAAAAAeE/Wcz-kBFFDxo/s1600-h/SDC10161.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/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SkpAzIbexZI/AAAAAAAAAeE/Wcz-kBFFDxo/s320/SDC10161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353162354263508370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;then we headed down to Pasir Ris Park.&lt;br /&gt;played their version of Bluff and then Murder and Detectives.&lt;br /&gt;we were about to be taught how to play the babi game.&lt;br /&gt;but, lack of time. before leaving PRP, had phototaking sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SkpAy46ckoI/AAAAAAAAAd8/900NXRgi1f8/s1600-h/SDC10162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SkpAy46ckoI/AAAAAAAAAd8/900NXRgi1f8/s320/SDC10162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353162350098420354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SkpAymE0g_I/AAAAAAAAAd0/BZlLCUDmFtw/s1600-h/SDC10167.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/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SkpAymE0g_I/AAAAAAAAAd0/BZlLCUDmFtw/s320/SDC10167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353162345041658866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and top of the day with jumpshots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on monday, went to meet fad and dee again.&lt;br /&gt;slacked at fad's void deck &amp;amp; accompanied him to do his sketches at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;faan join us later and he too did art stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;head down to their crib slightly after maghrib.&lt;br /&gt;had dinner there and left at about nine thirty.&lt;br /&gt;the guys walked me to my bustop and headed off home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so excited to have my year two attachment at KKH after hearing stories from kakak.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so excited to deal with kids esp newborns.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i shall consider getting sponsorship from them ^.^&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/28039772-7803973745361682019?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/7803973745361682019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=7803973745361682019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/7803973745361682019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/7803973745361682019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/07/okays-so-like-finallyy-im-not-lazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SkpA6x-sc6I/AAAAAAAAAec/ChvEgF_MmLM/s72-c/SDC10139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-2118525933989040145</id><published>2009-06-29T01:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T01:49:18.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had an awesome day today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all thanks to the lovelies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;KFC - T1 - TSH - KFC - PRP  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;update soon with pikchas once i'm not lazy enough to go charge DgC &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so that i can upload it up here in baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;school's out for another week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i need to study alrd! ^.^&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/28039772-2118525933989040145?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/2118525933989040145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=2118525933989040145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/2118525933989040145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/2118525933989040145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-had-awesome-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-7880186024383554975</id><published>2009-06-28T03:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T03:43:48.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SkZzb9-mTHI/AAAAAAAAAdE/Kug-7zMSfec/s1600-h/alyy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352092131507194994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SkZzb9-mTHI/AAAAAAAAAdE/Kug-7zMSfec/s320/alyy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;chins up dearest babygirl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have to admit, it not easy having to leave something you love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but, i'm sure every cloud has a silver lining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;things will get better someday and somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;afterall, you dont know what God has back there instore for you and your family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have known you and your family for years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i know you guys are a strong bunch,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;remember that setback you face way back in pri school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i have faith that you guys will survive this unhurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bear in mind, i'm always here for you if you need me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheer up okay sayang. i love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;your post made me realise that among all, Babygirls have a number of memories at your crib.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;from hari raya visitings, to gradnight dress findings, to gradnite make up sessions, to preparations for pit to sleepover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28039772-7880186024383554975?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/7880186024383554975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=7880186024383554975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/7880186024383554975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/7880186024383554975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/06/chins-up-dearest-babygirl.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SkZzb9-mTHI/AAAAAAAAAdE/Kug-7zMSfec/s72-c/alyy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-2957298413998151295</id><published>2009-06-26T03:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T03:36:55.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe i shall stop being too nice to people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and stop being too afraid of hurting them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cause the same thing doesnt apply when it comes to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28039772-2957298413998151295?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/2957298413998151295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=2957298413998151295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/2957298413998151295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/2957298413998151295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/06/maybe-i-shall-stop-being-too-nice-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-5683573947775412574</id><published>2009-06-25T02:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T02:43:53.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;tell me what do i do when things dont go my way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sometimes yknow i wish i can change everythg and make them into they way i want it to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i soon came to realise that i dont have the power to do so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my blog's as dead as me. i want to close it down soon maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not like anyone bothers anyway (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ON A LIGHTER NOTE,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY THIRTEENTH IZAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;waaah, like finally eh. baru tigabelas yer kak?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha, brace yourself on this day kay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have loads of fun and also all the best in your future endeavours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meet up soon together with the rest kays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28039772-5683573947775412574?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/5683573947775412574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=5683573947775412574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/5683573947775412574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/5683573947775412574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/06/tell-me-what-do-i-do-when-things-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-8848908978649053770</id><published>2009-06-24T02:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T02:21:01.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i feel so bad. i've been doing this too often i think i'm starting to feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, don't put me in a state when i have no choice but to say no.&lt;br /&gt;things are way different now as compared to the previous times.&lt;br /&gt;times change. people change.&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty sure you're aware of that.&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, i feel good that i'm not doing this to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; alone&lt;br /&gt;but in fact all the rest also.&lt;br /&gt;like i said, the same thing applies. cause i want to be fair.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry things have to go this way.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sorry i'm a changed person now.&lt;br /&gt;my bad uh that all of us have grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i felt like a total loser yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;before i went to sleep, i was browsing tru this folder in the saved messages.&lt;br /&gt;that folder belonged to FSB.&lt;br /&gt;there was a total of i think about a hundred plus msges.&lt;br /&gt;guess what i did =.=&lt;br /&gt;step one: mark all.&lt;br /&gt;step two: delete marked items.&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO DELETE ALL MARKED ITEMS?&lt;br /&gt;and guess what i pressed.&lt;br /&gt;CANCEL. hah, bloody loser.&lt;br /&gt;and i was ._____. terribly disappointed with myself,&lt;br /&gt;i went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;best part, this isnt the first time. kiwaaaaaak.&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/28039772-8848908978649053770?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/8848908978649053770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=8848908978649053770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/8848908978649053770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/8848908978649053770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-feel-so-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-4230417220818213211</id><published>2009-06-24T02:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T02:09:38.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SkEZta_xzFI/AAAAAAAAAc8/TEgVzfRq9kA/s1600-h/kachiak003.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/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SkEZta_xzFI/AAAAAAAAAc8/TEgVzfRq9kA/s320/kachiak003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350586100424494162" border="0" /&gt;I FINISHED MY THOUSAND WORD ESSAY! :D&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*claps&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; hand and run around in circle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jX3beODXt8A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&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/jX3beODXt8A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" 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;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAVORITE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/28039772-4230417220818213211?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/4230417220818213211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=4230417220818213211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/4230417220818213211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/4230417220818213211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-finished-my-thousand-word-essay-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SkEZta_xzFI/AAAAAAAAAc8/TEgVzfRq9kA/s72-c/kachiak003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-4633185726263723620</id><published>2009-06-23T03:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T03:54:00.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sj_gMsBXu8I/AAAAAAAAAck/dwF7j0HDw2Q/s1600-h/efaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350241390919400386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sj_gMsBXu8I/AAAAAAAAAck/dwF7j0HDw2Q/s320/efaaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; see, i'm becoming healthy (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've started eating fruits. something i seldom eat. yahoo !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even Kakak tego when she sees me eating apple okay :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all thanks to eFaa for that! cheeers (",)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hours on not stop chatting and webcaming with the cousins today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from ten plus all the way till about 3 plus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;damn fun like dodo. i had a short chat with El the botak boy. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dah boley join abg farhan. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" gosok kepale smpai klua jin. " lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350241392456017874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sj_gMxvup9I/AAAAAAAAAcs/PRuzVA0uTdk/s320/twist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;went down to sim lim square today with sisters and the momsie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; new digicam brought home! all thanks to momsie :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28039772-4633185726263723620?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/4633185726263723620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=4633185726263723620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/4633185726263723620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/4633185726263723620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/06/see-im-becoming-healthy-ive-started.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sj_gMsBXu8I/AAAAAAAAAck/dwF7j0HDw2Q/s72-c/efaaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-6349427302547224173</id><published>2009-06-22T02:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T02:58:24.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sj59qFTJw3I/AAAAAAAAAcc/Utrthq40TqM/s1600-h/kal-ho-na-ho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349851569293214578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sj59qFTJw3I/AAAAAAAAAcc/Utrthq40TqM/s320/kal-ho-na-ho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught this after recommendation of someone.&lt;br /&gt;three thumbs up! :D&lt;br /&gt;nice story, i just hate the ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday hit geylang with momsie and the little one in search for a pretty pantsuit for momsie. but, momsie took a long time to decide whether or not to get it and it was alrd time for us to make a move by then. so, gave it a pass first and she said she'll get it soon if she's alrd made up her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left geylang and headed down to sim lim square to meet dadsie and kakak to go survey for kakak's laptop. there's a hell lot of variety okays. i saw one that's freaking lime green. i d k which brand i think its hp. sialaaaahhot or what. if only i can trade mine for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left sim lim square at nine plus and bused down to Rasa Rasa Thai Restaurant for dinner. food's good. Price's good too. (: such a contradiction. its father's day but dadsie was the one paying for it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;anyways&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; HAPPY FATHER'S DAY &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to all fathers out there including mine (:&lt;br /&gt;as much as i always have ten thousand and one things to complain abt him,&lt;br /&gt;i'm still glad he is around. cause i'm sure and aware that things are going&lt;br /&gt;to be rough if he's not around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;lets just hope he gets more understanding as days goes by so i'll love him more :D &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;had dinner at dayah's today. her momsie cook steamboat today to celebrate father's day and they invited me over to help eat up the heavenly tasting food. so there was a hell load of variety of choices for the steamboat. from hotdogs to fishballs to toufu to fish to meat to veggies. there was also chilli crab, prawn in black pepper sauce and also sambal squid (: so, being me i was eating and tasting every single dish that was there. the chilli crab, fuyoh! heaven joy. after indulging, headed off for home at near to eleven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just started with the thousand word essay. i have sixtwofive words now. but i think its all bullshit. what the hell man. another four hundred to go. tell me about it siaaaaaaaa =.= &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28039772-6349427302547224173?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/6349427302547224173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=6349427302547224173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/6349427302547224173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/6349427302547224173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/06/caught-this-after-recommendation-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sj59qFTJw3I/AAAAAAAAAcc/Utrthq40TqM/s72-c/kal-ho-na-ho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-2747180824370040682</id><published>2009-06-20T03:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T03:59:41.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjvmHjaEruI/AAAAAAAAAcU/ZHIKdt6qab0/s1600-h/Preview_MainPremKiDiwaniHoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349121999870668514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjvmHjaEruI/AAAAAAAAAcU/ZHIKdt6qab0/s320/Preview_MainPremKiDiwaniHoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjvkObYJ_rI/AAAAAAAAAcE/SnqMvwdD_SU/s1600-h/titanic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349119918950973106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjvkObYJ_rI/AAAAAAAAAcE/SnqMvwdD_SU/s320/titanic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; caught this two today. one in the afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and titanic just ended. i swear titanic can make you cry buckets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;good catch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have nothing interesting to post about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so bear with me lah eyyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;time check: 3.59am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i got to turn in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/28039772-2747180824370040682?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/2747180824370040682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=2747180824370040682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/2747180824370040682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/2747180824370040682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/06/caught-this-two-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjvmHjaEruI/AAAAAAAAAcU/ZHIKdt6qab0/s72-c/Preview_MainPremKiDiwaniHoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-9025219078106093432</id><published>2009-06-18T17:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:11:31.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjoEaMYvyDI/AAAAAAAAAb8/5QDWx6s48a4/s1600-h/Hrithik+Roshan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348592355504015410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjoEaMYvyDI/AAAAAAAAAb8/5QDWx6s48a4/s320/Hrithik+Roshan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; he is sizzling hot. *melts :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;urrrrrgh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjoEZ1nrjGI/AAAAAAAAAb0/IHrHpKp0sOs/s1600-h/Na+Tum+Hano+Na+Hum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348592349392637026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjoEZ1nrjGI/AAAAAAAAAb0/IHrHpKp0sOs/s320/Na+Tum+Hano+Na+Hum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; caught this today. nice story. super sad like dodo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so, what's next ? .__.&lt;br /&gt;&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/28039772-9025219078106093432?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/9025219078106093432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=9025219078106093432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/9025219078106093432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/9025219078106093432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/06/he-is-sizzling-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjoEaMYvyDI/AAAAAAAAAb8/5QDWx6s48a4/s72-c/Hrithik+Roshan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-2266748738493154065</id><published>2009-06-18T00:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T00:41:02.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PIKCHAS FROM CHALET (!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjkbP071XMI/AAAAAAAAAbs/9P_N5Vm0l2M/s1600-h/CIMG2049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348335991200767170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjkbP071XMI/AAAAAAAAAbs/9P_N5Vm0l2M/s320/CIMG2049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the june babies after saboing sessions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjkbPgxs80I/AAAAAAAAAbk/WHI8JJMNW_0/s1600-h/CIMG2047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348335985789563714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjkbPgxs80I/AAAAAAAAAbk/WHI8JJMNW_0/s320/CIMG2047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; aftermath of saboing others. wanny and yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjkbPI39h-I/AAAAAAAAAbc/-U5GA6QJvQE/s1600-h/CIMG2046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348335979373365218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjkbPI39h-I/AAAAAAAAAbc/-U5GA6QJvQE/s320/CIMG2046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; birthday boy. one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjkbO9xilTI/AAAAAAAAAbU/naFC2stG2_w/s1600-h/CIMG2043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348335976393643314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjkbO9xilTI/AAAAAAAAAbU/naFC2stG2_w/s320/CIMG2043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; birthday boy. two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjkarI2ayVI/AAAAAAAAAbM/oFYF-0k1yYI/s1600-h/CIMG2040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348335360891603282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjkarI2ayVI/AAAAAAAAAbM/oFYF-0k1yYI/s320/CIMG2040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the process :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sjkaq4M9mUI/AAAAAAAAAbE/iwAKoqtZ3Xg/s1600-h/CIMG2038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348335356422756674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sjkaq4M9mUI/AAAAAAAAAbE/iwAKoqtZ3Xg/s320/CIMG2038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yours truly on the right. amek kau, satu tupperware tepung.&lt;br /&gt;puas hati di golden chance, right fad ? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjkaqrUVAKI/AAAAAAAAAa8/A5d41pvfP7M/s1600-h/CIMG2034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348335352963989666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjkaqrUVAKI/AAAAAAAAAa8/A5d41pvfP7M/s320/CIMG2034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the signal to get started! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjkaqeFZjAI/AAAAAAAAAa0/hicPg7oW4es/s1600-h/CIMG2013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348335349411712002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjkaqeFZjAI/AAAAAAAAAa0/hicPg7oW4es/s320/CIMG2013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the simpledeco outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sjkapw8teZI/AAAAAAAAAas/tWqUeznrLsY/s1600-h/CIMG2011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348335337295673746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sjkapw8teZI/AAAAAAAAAas/tWqUeznrLsY/s320/CIMG2011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; candid during breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjkaCKSzddI/AAAAAAAAAak/Fg0c8aFiX10/s1600-h/CIMG2010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348334656904459730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjkaCKSzddI/AAAAAAAAAak/Fg0c8aFiX10/s320/CIMG2010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;homemade oreo cheesecake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tasted like heaven ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjkaBiutgNI/AAAAAAAAAac/27Aoh3ZL3dE/s1600-h/CIMG2003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348334646284091602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjkaBiutgNI/AAAAAAAAAac/27Aoh3ZL3dE/s320/CIMG2003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pasta! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjkaBUeAv8I/AAAAAAAAAaU/7mA8FgZkypM/s1600-h/CIMG1999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348334642455953346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjkaBUeAv8I/AAAAAAAAAaU/7mA8FgZkypM/s320/CIMG1999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dameer the pasta boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjkaBMVRKTI/AAAAAAAAAaM/XXKiDwvc9rw/s1600-h/CIMG1996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348334640271796530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjkaBMVRKTI/AAAAAAAAAaM/XXKiDwvc9rw/s320/CIMG1996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dameer feat wandi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjkaAvZmV4I/AAAAAAAAAaE/-3kpdqtxJ3A/s1600-h/CIMG1988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348334632505333634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjkaAvZmV4I/AAAAAAAAAaE/-3kpdqtxJ3A/s320/CIMG1988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; taitee sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;credits to kak Fiqah for the pikchas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;thanks a whole bunch! :D&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/28039772-2266748738493154065?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/2266748738493154065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=2266748738493154065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/2266748738493154065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/2266748738493154065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/06/pikchas-from-chalet-june-babies-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjkbP071XMI/AAAAAAAAAbs/9P_N5Vm0l2M/s72-c/CIMG2049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-3134738896530223948</id><published>2009-06-17T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:42:44.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sjj90jrR96I/AAAAAAAAAYM/GK63IIoXLt0/s1600-h/5087_94149253250_663088250_1996974_1351110_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348303636874262434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sjj90jrR96I/AAAAAAAAAYM/GK63IIoXLt0/s320/5087_94149253250_663088250_1996974_1351110_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i wasted another day of my holiday sitting at home doing nuthg.&lt;br /&gt;not even the assignments. so tell me about it. the holidays are going to be over anytime soon, before i realise and that's it poof, it'll be back to schooling once again. i've managed to catch up with those lovelies up there. i want to meet alyy dayah and nisa up next. cause by the time the hols are over, that's it uh. no more chance of catching up or even meeting over lunch\dinner, you name it. cause i'll be drowned in more projects and assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baaaaahhh, i have no idea if the plan with the usuals are still on.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, speaking of usuals. cheer up syiqah. things will get better someday somehow. (:&lt;br /&gt;dont worry too much okay love. takecare and look on the bright side of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from Chalte Chalte,&lt;br /&gt;to Mujhse Dosti Karoge&lt;br /&gt;to Kaho Na Pyaar Hai.&lt;br /&gt;i'm one happy girl. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up next; Kal Ho Na Ho, Chori Chori Chupke Chupke and perhaps Mohabbatein :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28039772-3134738896530223948?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/3134738896530223948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=3134738896530223948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/3134738896530223948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/3134738896530223948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wasted-another-day-of-my-holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sjj90jrR96I/AAAAAAAAAYM/GK63IIoXLt0/s72-c/5087_94149253250_663088250_1996974_1351110_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-8035805362981447782</id><published>2009-06-17T00:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T01:10:52.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PIKCHAS(!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjfHjYM9EvI/AAAAAAAAAYE/eoiqpdSSvWI/s1600-h/5162_1077024891461_1401412281_30181207_4910612_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347962493131887346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjfHjYM9EvI/AAAAAAAAAYE/eoiqpdSSvWI/s320/5162_1077024891461_1401412281_30181207_4910612_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjfHOPOvnlI/AAAAAAAAAX8/tWjvm2o92QI/s1600-h/5162_1077024771458_1401412281_30181204_2909004_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347962129946222162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjfHOPOvnlI/AAAAAAAAAX8/tWjvm2o92QI/s320/5162_1077024771458_1401412281_30181204_2909004_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjfHN7Wn0NI/AAAAAAAAAX0/rjguOaAVrVU/s1600-h/5162_1077024651455_1401412281_30181201_5078286_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347962124610556114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjfHN7Wn0NI/AAAAAAAAAX0/rjguOaAVrVU/s320/5162_1077024651455_1401412281_30181201_5078286_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjfHN9CrXHI/AAAAAAAAAXs/XYr2GdOhw9s/s1600-h/5162_1077024611454_1401412281_30181200_1161921_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347962125063773298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjfHN9CrXHI/AAAAAAAAAXs/XYr2GdOhw9s/s320/5162_1077024611454_1401412281_30181200_1161921_n.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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjfHNspyu8I/AAAAAAAAAXk/itfgtwK4754/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347962120664431554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 86px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjfHNspyu8I/AAAAAAAAAXk/itfgtwK4754/s320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjfHNUMB9WI/AAAAAAAAAXc/LAC4ubfDvzE/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347962114097149282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 83px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjfHNUMB9WI/AAAAAAAAAXc/LAC4ubfDvzE/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjfGvSmU4BI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Wsa2jOnmd08/s1600-h/CIMG9451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347961598274494482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjfGvSmU4BI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Wsa2jOnmd08/s320/CIMG9451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's all i have for now. there's a whole lot more. will upload some other time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm shagged. i want to turn in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to echa bby who left for kL on sunday night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have a safe trip to and fro okays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and enjoy yourself while you're there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;takecare huns. iLy.&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/28039772-8035805362981447782?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/8035805362981447782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=8035805362981447782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/8035805362981447782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/8035805362981447782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/06/pikchas-thats-all-i-have-for-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjfHjYM9EvI/AAAAAAAAAYE/eoiqpdSSvWI/s72-c/5162_1077024891461_1401412281_30181207_4910612_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-4827803340701019259</id><published>2009-06-16T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T00:10:17.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3days&amp;2nights chalet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day one. Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chalet with momsie's side was a blast. great place with great food spent with great people. what more can i ask for, right ? :D so, went over to Costa Sands Resort on Sunday after packing everythg. took 21, reached there at about six plus. (i think =.=) sat around and wasted time doing nuthg. kinda mendak at first cause not many were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then fad and his friends came. wyman adir indra. went over to paris park with these guys plus faan izah wandi and along. walked to one end of paris park and slacked there. as usual they had their pufffs. then head back to chalet at about 9 plus or so. slacked around and played cluedo! (: i rock big time okays. first time playing and i won. so, tell me about it. then taiteed non stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;midnight time was saboing sessions. with nothing on hands other than butter. hah, lol bad choice. but it was fun :D then slacked around for awhile before walking down to downtown with fad cause we were both mendak like mad. =.=" walked all the way to downtown and talked about a hell lot of things. from school to boys to whatevar we can think of. fad know i know. and thanks eh dude for the advices and all sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to pool area to meet faan and wanny. slacked there for sometime before heading back to chalet caused wanny wanted to turn in. left for swamp area with papa hamzah aidah kak iqah faan fadd along and izah at three for ghost hunting sessions. it was dark over there. so, being the scaredy cat, i was holding to fad super tightly. hah, kental i know. we didnt see any but papa hamzah and kak iqah could feel it's presence and it sent shivers down their spine. zooomgush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dozed off at 5ish and woke up at 8 plus to go for a swim with wanny and the small kids. swam, kay bedek. berendamed all the way till about 9 thirty before washing off cause i was meeting babygirls. had breakfast and left with fad and wanny. send wanny off to downtown bustop before continuing to walk down to paris inter with fad. meet up with dian while fad went off home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;U&gt;Day two. Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;head down to my house with dian to get raihanah's present. then left for harbourfront to meet atiqah and raihanah. member confident. nak jmp pkl 12 kol 1 baru smpai. haha. had pattaya rice for lunch before taking bus down to Hortpark. it was scorching hot uh. but the place was nice and damn romantic thou it has nuthg much. camwhored a hell lot. three quarter of it was which was jumpshots. failed attempts majority. haha, .___. then left Hortpark and head back to Vivovity. slacked and played the thumb game until about 6.45 then trained down with atiqah and dian to paris. faan fad and his friends fetch me from paris inter ^^. dian atiqah and dyla (fad's bestf?) walked tgda with us and took bus from downtown bustop. walked to chalet with those boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started saboing sessions as soon as the birthday boy was ready. amek kau, tepong mcm wayang pekji. bathed after that. and as per normal taiteed. then pool area to lie down for awhile with wanny. then all  the way till about three, had nothing to do. sumpah mendak nak mampos. left for pool area agn with fad this time round. kak iqah faan and abg farhan came to join us not long after. then macds for breakfast with them after failing to sleep at the pool area due to mosquito bites. had breakfast then head back to chalet to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bathed changed and checked out. paris park with everyone since two of my aunt's cars are weekend ones. so, slacked there to past time. had a captain's ball session which was pure awesome with a capital A. ordered pizza for lunch. played the guessing game and charade. then home at 4ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont have any pikchas for now. will post them once i get them from kak iqah\fad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labels: Momsie's side is the best among the rest! awesome with a capital a ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28039772-4827803340701019259?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/4827803340701019259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=4827803340701019259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/4827803340701019259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/4827803340701019259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/06/3days-chalet.html' title='3days&amp;2nights chalet.'/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-4630845539994873362</id><published>2009-06-16T22:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:27:19.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjevDTvUFkI/AAAAAAAAAXM/2lW9cG1O1FM/s1600-h/fadddd2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347935553898944066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjevDTvUFkI/AAAAAAAAAXM/2lW9cG1O1FM/s320/fadddd2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY SEVENTEENTH BIRTHDAY (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;waaah, finally eh. haha. welcome to the club!&lt;br /&gt;hopefully your enjoyed your seventeen birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;esp so because you spent it with fantabuluz people. like me ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on this special day of yours, i wish you all the best in your future endeavours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;moga panjang umur dan dimurahkan rezeki.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stay lame and funny. jokes boley jdik trademark. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank you for whatevar you said on sun night thou your brains aint working so well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sng ckp, thank you for everythg lah eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;once agn, happy birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;senyum senyum selalu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lotsa love hugs and kisses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the bonc. lol =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28039772-4630845539994873362?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/4630845539994873362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=4630845539994873362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/4630845539994873362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/4630845539994873362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-d.html' title='Happy Birthday! :D'/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjevDTvUFkI/AAAAAAAAAXM/2lW9cG1O1FM/s72-c/fadddd2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-9013723357034496910</id><published>2009-06-14T15:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T15:12:13.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjSifLiU2UI/AAAAAAAAAXE/uJNtSRawO4Y/s1600-h/Costa_Sands,_Pasir_Ris,_Double_Storey,_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347077314152028482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjSifLiU2UI/AAAAAAAAAXE/uJNtSRawO4Y/s320/Costa_Sands,_Pasir_Ris,_Double_Storey,_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AWAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;short hiatus till tuesday the 16\06\09.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i promise updates after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;takecare hunns:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28039772-9013723357034496910?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/9013723357034496910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=9013723357034496910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/9013723357034496910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/9013723357034496910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/06/away.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjSifLiU2UI/AAAAAAAAAXE/uJNtSRawO4Y/s72-c/Costa_Sands,_Pasir_Ris,_Double_Storey,_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-6902769592409387744</id><published>2009-06-13T21:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T22:12:27.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on holiday! :D yaaaaay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjOo60dRg6I/AAAAAAAAAW8/otU5c7H19r8/s1600-h/kachiak098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346802911086216098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjOo60dRg6I/AAAAAAAAAW8/otU5c7H19r8/s320/kachiak098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;enjoyed my saturday like totally.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;TMS for game between HUFC and GUFC in the late late late afternoon with that babe up there. dayah paitao last minute. kene babysit her sister's anak. so, it was just the two of us. game ended, waited half an hour outside field for a'an. end up going separate ways. cause he's heading off to someone's pit at ECP. 10'd and 22'd with echa and head home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;holidays alrd! i want more movie marathon sessions! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;friday was fun! spend it with dian farhana :D meet her up at about 3 plus. then we roam around tampines for awhile before deciding to go ikea and settled on insert word here for raihanah (: then back to tampines. had long john silver for lunch cum dinner. then off to popular to get some stuffs. saw syafiq and sulaiman. and also fayra and kaiyun. both lawaaa banget! :D and i also saw amirul. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and dian, we need more of this once in a while okays? i miss spending hours with you at tampines talking abt everythg under the sun. yelaaa, sejak dah tak samer sekolah niek. :( and, i'm so sorry i have to change the date babygirls. sorry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28039772-6902769592409387744?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/6902769592409387744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=6902769592409387744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/6902769592409387744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/6902769592409387744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/06/enjoyed-my-saturday-like-totally.html' title='on holiday! :D yaaaaay.'/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjOo60dRg6I/AAAAAAAAAW8/otU5c7H19r8/s72-c/kachiak098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-7556210921482963538</id><published>2009-06-11T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T23:50:55.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;little one just complained. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she asked me to teman her watch indonesia sinetron till 3 plus or so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and my first reaction was " otak kau! "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and guess what she said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" dah luh smlm tido lmbt sorg2. niek uh tak best, due2 dah poly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;holiday lain2. takde org nak lyn aidah. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha, say awwwwwwwww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tertouched i =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28039772-7556210921482963538?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/7556210921482963538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=7556210921482963538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/7556210921482963538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/7556210921482963538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-one-just-complained.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-7984092297006684059</id><published>2009-06-11T23:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T23:36:17.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjEj1EeqasI/AAAAAAAAAW0/g_ChqZC76bA/s1600-h/kachiak049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346093627307879106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjEj1EeqasI/AAAAAAAAAW0/g_ChqZC76bA/s320/kachiak049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; YES UH! TOMMOROW LAST DAY OF SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;THEN HOLIDAY :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;yay me (: can meet all the babyloves.&lt;br /&gt;I"M GOD DAMN EXCITED FOR RAIHANAH'S BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION.&lt;br /&gt;tgk, mcm nak celebrate aku nyer birthday plak. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28039772-7984092297006684059?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/7984092297006684059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=7984092297006684059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/7984092297006684059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/7984092297006684059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/06/yes-uh-tommorow-last-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SjEj1EeqasI/AAAAAAAAAW0/g_ChqZC76bA/s72-c/kachiak049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-9098516379522648409</id><published>2009-06-10T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T23:32:43.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Si_PXFYn1cI/AAAAAAAAAWs/bLwbm8FzMKE/s1600-h/CRR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345719278201460162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Si_PXFYn1cI/AAAAAAAAAWs/bLwbm8FzMKE/s320/CRR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i look extremely retarded above, just bear with it (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;school started off as per normal today. started at nine. but walked off to school alone since kamini said she will be late. had two hours of bio lecture and once agn, i didnt manage to pay attention. dozed off halfway. taik kucing btol lah, i've been sleeping during lectures too often alrd. i have to start paying attention or else, i'll be dead by the time its ICAs. north canteen for breakfast cum lunch with kamini efa syiqah rachel jill irene shixuan and tracy. then, left off for lab sessions at 12. usual talking cock sessions with the usuals who have no assessment. basically, its only with kamini jill rachel and jeni. its amazing how we can actually talk about everythg under the sun. and thebest part, we dont even realise how fast time flies. and i guess, today's topic was the most god damn random of all. efa and syiqah missed out the fun cause of assessment. then had an hour of nursing lab lecture which was a briefing of our upcoming clinical posting. borrrrring like mad dog. so again, i slept .___. registered for road run at stadium.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and i swear, i suck at running. i cant believe i took part in the first place. anyways, thank you rachel for the running shoes and for running with me. sorry i held you back :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my stamina is going down the drain. man, imagine finishing 2.4km in 21 mins. goddamn it, rabaakkkk or what. =.= i guess this is the after effect of insertwordhere. bloody hell man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i need to do smthg abt it, i think i shall start off with running every week. doubt i can do so, but no harm trying. top today off with meeting dayah baby. :D another round of gossiping bitching and catching up. awesome with a capital A :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28039772-9098516379522648409?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/9098516379522648409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=9098516379522648409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/9098516379522648409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/9098516379522648409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-look-extremely-retarded-above-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Si_PXFYn1cI/AAAAAAAAAWs/bLwbm8FzMKE/s72-c/CRR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-1751683703855012386</id><published>2009-06-09T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:46:48.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Si50Kk6SFtI/AAAAAAAAAWk/XSDv76dk4wk/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345337532791002834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Si50Kk6SFtI/AAAAAAAAAWk/XSDv76dk4wk/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CAMPUSROADRUN TOMMOROW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and now, i dont feel like running anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tsk, bloody hell. itchy butt, go sign up right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but, i'm still looking forward for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause the girls from NR0917 are running too :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sidetrack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Walaupun ini bab yang baru&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ada masa arahku tak tentu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tetap rindu kehadiranmu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tidak patut, kerna ku takut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;\FSB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i need to get going. to get ready all my stuffs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28039772-1751683703855012386?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/1751683703855012386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=1751683703855012386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/1751683703855012386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/1751683703855012386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/06/campusroadrun-tommorow.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Si50Kk6SFtI/AAAAAAAAAWk/XSDv76dk4wk/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-4511845823716106150</id><published>2009-06-08T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T23:28:12.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344977868561551986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Si0tDXPvknI/AAAAAAAAAWc/HwaQs7uP8iw/s320/yourenotloved_Page_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;desktop pikcha! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;school is a bloody waste of time today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;like seriously. i cannot take it. but, on a lighter note, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i got my kfc (: lecture from nine till eleven. then headed down to novena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;accompanied efa tgda with the rest of the usuals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then kfc for lunch. head back to school with kamini and efa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;while syiqah head off to insertplacenamehere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;waited till 3 for tutorial. then lab sessions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;our usual ghost story telling sessions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i am so scared that insert name here is mad at me :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28039772-4511845823716106150?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/4511845823716106150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=4511845823716106150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/4511845823716106150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/4511845823716106150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/06/desktop-pikcha-d-school-is-bloody-waste.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Si0tDXPvknI/AAAAAAAAAWc/HwaQs7uP8iw/s72-c/yourenotloved_Page_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-8190208172713542297</id><published>2009-06-07T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T23:53:54.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SiviLDqZvYI/AAAAAAAAAWU/YglzyV1Bf08/s1600-h/Untitled3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344614062394817922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SiviLDqZvYI/AAAAAAAAAWU/YglzyV1Bf08/s320/Untitled3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SiviK0Uq5GI/AAAAAAAAAWM/AV_25DWMx5k/s1600-h/Untitled2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344614058277135458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SiviK0Uq5GI/AAAAAAAAAWM/AV_25DWMx5k/s320/Untitled2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SiviKx81qMI/AAAAAAAAAWE/lhrMMbJIAAQ/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344614057640306882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SiviKx81qMI/AAAAAAAAAWE/lhrMMbJIAAQ/s320/Untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg, i just realised a lot of people dropped by this blog of mine, by searching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;through google under manifestasi 2009. i seriously wonder who. therewas more when i viewed feedjit two days ago, but they've been removed cause there's new viewers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha, people, if you're one of them, tag lah okay. look at the pathetic tagboard?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mcm krg kaseh syg kan ? yeah, i admit. haha. tag okay. ((: and ats, someone actually googled your name and landed on my blog. haha, saper agknyer ehhhh. secret admirer kau agknyer! :D&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/28039772-8190208172713542297?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/8190208172713542297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=8190208172713542297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/8190208172713542297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/8190208172713542297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/06/omg-i-just-realised-lot-of-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SiviLDqZvYI/AAAAAAAAAWU/YglzyV1Bf08/s72-c/Untitled3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-882911886884664997</id><published>2009-06-07T23:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T23:39:59.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SivdvpMDV7I/AAAAAAAAAV0/rWiq9AHnPLE/s1600-h/Picnik+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344609193385220018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SivdvpMDV7I/AAAAAAAAAV0/rWiq9AHnPLE/s320/Picnik+collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;had second cousin's wedding invitation tdy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, another chance to meet the bloods. happy like nak mati (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha, eat lunch there. then sit around till about 5 plus with my sisters, fad and faan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;talked and joked around non stop. and the funniest was abt the bulu thg. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*inside joke*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and oh yeah, fad said i look boncit from side view. so, i think i've to get down to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;doing something about it, urrrrrghhh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just when i thought of giving the campus road run a miss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have no running shoes! how to run tell me. =.=&lt;br /&gt;should i give it a miss ? how how how ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344610519712168738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sive82JCeyI/AAAAAAAAAV8/bQSxKpp0gIc/s320/kachiak083.jpg" border="0" /&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/28039772-882911886884664997?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/882911886884664997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=882911886884664997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/882911886884664997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/882911886884664997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/06/had-second-cousins-wedding-invitation.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SivdvpMDV7I/AAAAAAAAAV0/rWiq9AHnPLE/s72-c/Picnik+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-7338557472214745746</id><published>2009-06-07T01:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T01:52:06.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have totally no intention of hurting you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i'm really sorry if i accidentally did while attempting to help you guys patch things up. really, i feel so bad for everythg that happened today. and i feel as though it is my fault that you did what you did. but, you dont know how it feels to be torn between two parties. there are some things you dont know and i doubt you will understand how i feel cause you're not in my shoes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love you both just the same and i cant choose if i were asked too. i tried my best to be fair but it seemed like i failed. i'm utterly sorry love. i have totally no intention of hurting you. i'm sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28039772-7338557472214745746?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/7338557472214745746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=7338557472214745746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/7338557472214745746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/7338557472214745746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-have-totally-no-intention-of-hurting.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-3787942232621221471</id><published>2009-06-07T01:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T01:46:49.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344266221558345042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Siql0DkarVI/AAAAAAAAAVM/fsvB90qkON0/s320/Picnik+collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;so my saturday was spend with those three loves up there. meet up with nisa first at about 4.30 since dayah said she will be late and will be meeting us later. meet her up and walked back to her house because she forget her passport size photo for her ezylink card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344266226560225490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Siql0WM9UNI/AAAAAAAAAVU/IGARAc3LxGQ/s320/Picnik+collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and so, since we were damn bored in the bus, we resort to camwhoring and the above was the aftermath of it (: there's a whole lot more.but i think i shall just upload these :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344266232613094738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Siql0swExVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/TQMi27YQWhQ/s320/Picnik+collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;then, dayah cabbed down from home, picked us up at tampines and off we were to vjc for the game between HUFC U18 and NFA U16. last minute change of venue to vjc. they were supposed to play at tms. reached vjc at about 6.20, believe it or not. and it was alrd past three quarter of the game. haha, lol. but anyways, we werent pretty much paying attention on the game. more like catching up and story telling sessions. eye spy a little bit as and when needed. (: game ended at seven and left with dayah and nisa. headed to the side gate to wait for a'an. then bused down to tampines with dayah and a'an cause nisa dropped off halfway at bedok cause of some reasons which i dont want to mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344266226394729426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Siql0VlgC9I/AAAAAAAAAVc/nAWwH3uYCpw/s320/Picnik+collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;then these two below walked me to the Tampines One bustop to meet kakak in bus 15 for the family gathering. waited till my bus arrived before walking off for dinner\walk around sessions, idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344266231527639378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Siql0otSCVI/AAAAAAAAAVs/rlQ9EO1ei-E/s320/Picnik+collage5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;so, thank you loves for the day. for heading down to tampines just because of me, heh. and for walking me to the bustop. and sorry dayah i couldnt join you and a'an. payback some other day okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/28039772-3787942232621221471?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/3787942232621221471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=3787942232621221471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/3787942232621221471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/3787942232621221471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-my-saturday-was-spend-with-those.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Siql0DkarVI/AAAAAAAAAVM/fsvB90qkON0/s72-c/Picnik+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-8408236522644562113</id><published>2009-06-06T15:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T15:08:43.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HATE BEING THE BLOODY MIDDLE PERSON OKAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;STOP MAKING ME FEEL SO BAD AND EVIL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I CANT PLEASE YOU BOTH AT THE SAME TIME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG, MY BAD UH FOR ATTEMPTING TO MAKE BOTH OF YOU PATCH THINGS UP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;padan muke kau salbiah. kaypoh sngt. saper suroh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;urgh, aku stress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28039772-8408236522644562113?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/8408236522644562113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=8408236522644562113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/8408236522644562113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/8408236522644562113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-hate-being-bloody-middle-person-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-1303918643416846808</id><published>2009-06-06T02:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T02:27:46.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ONE MORE THING STRIKE OUT FROM THE WISHLIST.&lt;br /&gt;KEEP IT COMING. THANK YOU, GOD (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28039772-1303918643416846808?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/1303918643416846808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=1303918643416846808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/1303918643416846808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/1303918643416846808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-more-thing-strike-out-from-wishlist.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-2567857876400549144</id><published>2009-06-06T01:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T02:25:15.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SileO2BSYbI/AAAAAAAAAVE/OW2FWRcsF3s/s1600-h/Picture0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343906041963897266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SileO2BSYbI/AAAAAAAAAVE/OW2FWRcsF3s/s320/Picture0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this week was finally over. so, i've been through this week and i'm safe and sound. so far so good. nothing screwed up just yet, so lucky shit. there was a hell lot of load this week. from ICA to skills test to tutorial hmwk. but, i manage to pull through all minus the tutorial hmwk which is still undone till now. bloody lazy okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so monday went off with us rushing for the psychology presentation the next day. but, everythg went well for that ICA(: so, not much things to worry about. mario said we did okay and there was a number of stuffs that we did which was pretty good. * thumbs up! *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then skills test on weds. TPR, passed with some not so minor mistakes according to my lecturer. so, i guess i did okay for it. though i think i panicked like mad, that i actually thought i forget to take the stethoscope when actually we're supposed to use the one the lecturer is holding. anyway, thank you irene for borrowing me your BP set to practice. thank you jill for being such a wonderful patient, helping me with the skills test. and thank you shixuan for almost being my patient and sorry for the super last minute change. and thank you rachel efa kamini syiqah for waiting till i was done :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thurs was havoc. had to redo the whole critical thinking slides cause last minute we decided to change the nursing process. so, meet up with pauline with the rough slides and head home at seven. started doing the slides the moment i was done with dinner and wash up. slept at 2 only after i was done with the slides (: so, two str days of sleeping at two. make it three, just look at the time now. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just now was pure fun. meet up with alya rai and adam at tampines before heading down to TPJC for the Manifestasi 2009. entered the auditorium at 7.05 or so and booked seats for Dian's parents. and one word for the show, awesome :D so, i guess everyone of them deserved the credits cause i'm sure they put in loads of efforts. saw familiar faces while i was there. aishah fatin siti su syafeqah. and i saw kambing biri biri also (!) lol. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm done for now. gonna turn in soon. cause i need to get up early tmr to call dayah and confirm if we are/are not going to watch A'an game. i feel like going out tmr but i feel so shagged. i feel like wasting tomorrow sleeping all night and all day. should i ? tapi, tak smpai hati nak paitao echa and dayah. how how how ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, thank you so much subgroup 4 rachel efa jeni fangyuan, for making the presentations cum ICA successful. thank you for being the best among the best, cause of girl power. and thank you so much for the cooperation and patience throughout the whole meeting process. one more ICA to go. I DONT WANT TO CHANGE SUBGROUP AT ALL. CAUSE MY GROUP IS AWESOME WITH A CAPITAL A :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28039772-2567857876400549144?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/2567857876400549144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=2567857876400549144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/2567857876400549144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/2567857876400549144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-week-was-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SileO2BSYbI/AAAAAAAAAVE/OW2FWRcsF3s/s72-c/Picture0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-4923361133794606131</id><published>2009-06-04T01:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T01:39:39.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sia0qJPZBPI/AAAAAAAAAU8/PQskawTRrBE/s1600-h/kachiak048-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343156644049650930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sia0qJPZBPI/AAAAAAAAAU8/PQskawTRrBE/s400/kachiak048-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 down, 2 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;psychology incourseassessment.&lt;/s&gt;OVER AND PASSED(!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;skills test.&lt;/s&gt;OVER AND PASSED(!)&lt;br /&gt;critical thinking incourseassessment.&lt;br /&gt;foundation of nursing incourseassessment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and, i'm extremely excited for friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;meeting babygirls (: YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and, ohh yeah, welcome to the world baby :D&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/28039772-4923361133794606131?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/4923361133794606131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=4923361133794606131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/4923361133794606131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/4923361133794606131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/06/2-down-2-more-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sia0qJPZBPI/AAAAAAAAAU8/PQskawTRrBE/s72-c/kachiak048-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-7120561240036493826</id><published>2009-06-01T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T23:22:32.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Four to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;psychology incourseassessment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;critical thinking incourseassessment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;skills test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;foundation of nursing incourseassessment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cant wait for this week to be over. cause after that i'll be freee! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cause dayah bby left me in a state of shock after telling me stuffs abt &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;her and insert name here. aper nak jdik dgn you pakcik ? tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28039772-7120561240036493826?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/7120561240036493826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=7120561240036493826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/7120561240036493826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/7120561240036493826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/06/four-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-8643261340175811309</id><published>2009-05-30T01:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T01:42:18.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SiAclUWLzjI/AAAAAAAAAU0/r7cG0I98DlI/s1600-h/1_905483302l.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/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SiAclUWLzjI/AAAAAAAAAU0/r7cG0I98DlI/s400/1_905483302l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341300585503903282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY SEXY SEVENTEEN BABY(!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;welcome to tha club uh eyyy. haha (:&lt;br /&gt;i wish you all the best in everythg you do.&lt;br /&gt;moga panjang umor dan dimurahkan rezeki.&lt;br /&gt;ingat, jgn give up. not just yet.&lt;br /&gt;you havent give your all and i'm sure yknow that too.&lt;br /&gt;i you we all know what you are capable of.&lt;br /&gt;so show us just what you've got and do the best in your Os okay.&lt;br /&gt;dont let whatevar whoevar's gonna say bring you down.&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt matter what they think and it never will.&lt;br /&gt;study hard and get your dream agg.&lt;br /&gt;and also, dont be sad about that jerk anymore okay.&lt;br /&gt;he's not worth it. prolly just another line in the song.&lt;br /&gt;he will fade away someday somehow&lt;br /&gt;and you will find someone thousand times better.&lt;br /&gt;you know i love you and i know you're smiling,&lt;br /&gt;cause you know its true.&lt;br /&gt;bear in mind i'm always and forevar here for you.&lt;br /&gt;keep in touch till forevar okay dearest.&lt;br /&gt;find me if you need me okay bbg.&lt;br /&gt;takecare. i love you.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;br /&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/28039772-8643261340175811309?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/8643261340175811309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=8643261340175811309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/8643261340175811309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/8643261340175811309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-sexy-seventeen-baby-welcome-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SiAclUWLzjI/AAAAAAAAAU0/r7cG0I98DlI/s72-c/1_905483302l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-2571402472098532481</id><published>2009-05-29T00:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T00:43:22.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No school today. But went back school to finish up the almost done projects.&lt;br /&gt;Then, watched movie with Jeni Rachel Kamini Syiqah and Efa.&lt;br /&gt;Final destination 2 is was. Its a good one, full of gory stuffs and a&lt;br /&gt;three seconds porno stuff. Lol. We should have more off this man. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BgnBuMd3Vw0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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/BgnBuMd3Vw0&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28039772-2571402472098532481?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/2571402472098532481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=2571402472098532481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/2571402472098532481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/2571402472098532481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-1761957086903639070</id><published>2009-05-25T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:54:30.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Shq8slnFBSI/AAAAAAAAAUs/2G2q-ADJMKA/s1600-h/BBG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339787782397429026" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Shq8slnFBSI/AAAAAAAAAUs/2G2q-ADJMKA/s400/BBG.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I MISS BITCHING AND GOSSIPING WITH ♥BBGs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;omgush, after talking to them up there ^ i officially declare that i am so deprived of life. like all we do all night and all day is nuthg but tutorial\projects. bloody hell okay. i miss secondary school life and i miss temasek. so super badly. i miss having dian farhana around all the time other than during cca. i miss having alyani and atiqah around during mother tongue lessons to keep the class alive and awake. i miss having raihanah around after school to crap with and bully her. i miss ckg sahriana and mrs ho. i miss fourseven, each and everyone of them. okay, bottomline : I MISS TEMASEK! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyway, pizzas today like finally((: 8 boxes of pizza, 2 boxes of chicken wings and 8 tupperware of salads. Haha, tell me how many bloody kilograms of fats are there in 3 pieces of pizza and 4 chicken wing. Siak uh, mkn mcm takde besok siol :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;home at six after lab sessions. meet ♥Dayah at night. usual bitching and catching up sessions about she know i know public dont know. ^^ and, speak of the devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;amp; TOMORROW NO SCHOOL! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28039772-1761957086903639070?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/1761957086903639070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=1761957086903639070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/1761957086903639070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/1761957086903639070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-miss-bitching-and-gossiping-with-bbgs.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Shq8slnFBSI/AAAAAAAAAUs/2G2q-ADJMKA/s72-c/BBG.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-1055755134643980602</id><published>2009-05-23T14:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T14:35:17.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/NADIAT%7E1.SAI/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i_LxNN0irBE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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/i_LxNN0irBE&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;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_RgL2MKfWTo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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/_RgL2MKfWTo&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28039772-1055755134643980602?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/1055755134643980602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=1055755134643980602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/1055755134643980602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/1055755134643980602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-3475802749708704173</id><published>2009-05-23T14:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T14:31:04.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SheX3PLkPYI/AAAAAAAAAUk/gT6y-hoTc2M/s1600-h/i+miss+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SheX3PLkPYI/AAAAAAAAAUk/gT6y-hoTc2M/s400/i+miss+you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338902858494655874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;alyani atiqah dian dayah echaaa raihanah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/NADIAT%7E1.SAI/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/NADIAT%7E1.SAI/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28039772-3475802749708704173?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/3475802749708704173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=3475802749708704173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/3475802749708704173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/3475802749708704173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/05/alyani-atiqah-dian-dayah-echaaa.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SheX3PLkPYI/AAAAAAAAAUk/gT6y-hoTc2M/s72-c/i+miss+you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-8274496089804068683</id><published>2009-05-21T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:31:22.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/ShVvVf0sO0I/AAAAAAAAAUU/Bj-1O1N3i9A/s1600-h/kachiak032.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/_FWbDCjJRrQg/ShVvVf0sO0I/AAAAAAAAAUU/Bj-1O1N3i9A/s320/kachiak032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338295348428028738" 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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/ShVvZw-CdxI/AAAAAAAAAUc/FqGMmUcxrt8/s1600-h/kachiak030.jpg"&gt;Baby i'm back!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;this might bore you to death. so, dont read if you dont want to kay (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So i was away for the past few days because of certain reasons.&lt;br /&gt;Mainly, i needed some peace times without distractions. Cause i just had the strong temptations to blog everythg out once i get down to blogger.com. So, i thought going on hiatus was kind of the only great option i had. I had tonnes of thinking process throughout these past few days. Which is pretty much a great help to ease certain burdens that I have. And, i went on hiatus also because, I had a Biology Theory test last Weds. And those who know me would know, i have zero\nil\no\zilch knowledge about Bio. So, I was mugging my ass off for that blardy bio test. Started revision since the weekends. And, i was a happy goober cause my hard work paid off, i got a B for the test. ^^ And now that, that burden and the bio test is off my shoulders, I'm here back blogging. And I will try my best to update as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been great. But, doubt it would continue this way next week. I have three projects due in week seven. But great thing, we are on the right track and we have not much thing to worry about. Meeting up to do whatever thats undone and then meet up with the lecturers to have a dry run and that's it, we will be all prepared for ICA (: so, everythgs been going the way it should be, not much to be panicking about. See, i loveee my subgroup members. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight for last weekend was the meet up with the dearest ♥Babygirls. I miss each and everyone of them tonnes. And so, that meet up kinda compensated everything. But, i still havent seen Alya! Seeee, so near yet so far :( I miss this babe times infinity. And, we need to have another meet up. Complete one please babygirls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from all that, i think i've finally managed to knock some sense into my made-of-god-knows-what head. I've to stop clinging on to the impossible. We started off as friends, and maybe that's what we are better off as. I shant say more. If you know what\who i meant, good for you. If you dont, too bad so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/ShVvZw-CdxI/AAAAAAAAAUc/FqGMmUcxrt8/s1600-h/kachiak030.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/_FWbDCjJRrQg/ShVvZw-CdxI/AAAAAAAAAUc/FqGMmUcxrt8/s320/kachiak030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338295421750114066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/28039772-8274496089804068683?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/8274496089804068683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=8274496089804068683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/8274496089804068683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/8274496089804068683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/05/baby-im-back-so-i-was-away-for-past-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/ShVvVf0sO0I/AAAAAAAAAUU/Bj-1O1N3i9A/s72-c/kachiak032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-9205150983051107084</id><published>2009-05-16T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T23:33:21.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sg7crpHE-rI/AAAAAAAAAUM/DcqvYipIQRs/s1600-h/hiatus.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/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sg7crpHE-rI/AAAAAAAAAUM/DcqvYipIQRs/s320/hiatus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336445250808642226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be back most probably after weds.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe, when i feel like coming back.&lt;br /&gt;in the mean time, i wont be coming here as often.&lt;br /&gt;but loves, do keep the tags coming okay (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Dan mungkin bila nanti&lt;br /&gt;Kita akan bertemu lagi&lt;br /&gt;Satu pintaku jangan kau&lt;br /&gt;Coba tanyakan kembali&lt;br /&gt;Rasa yang ku tinggal mati.&lt;br /&gt;- Peterpan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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/28039772-9205150983051107084?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/9205150983051107084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=9205150983051107084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/9205150983051107084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/9205150983051107084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-will-be-back-most-probably-after-weds.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sg7crpHE-rI/AAAAAAAAAUM/DcqvYipIQRs/s72-c/hiatus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-8684603742629013423</id><published>2009-05-15T22:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T22:50:11.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thought I couldn't live without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's gonna hurt when it heals too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It'll all get better in time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And even though I really love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm gonna smile cause I deserve to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It'll all get better in time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll get back to blogging soon, I promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Private posts for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28039772-8684603742629013423?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/8684603742629013423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=8684603742629013423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/8684603742629013423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/8684603742629013423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/05/thought-i-couldnt-live-without-you-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-726279783330556932</id><published>2009-05-14T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:59:13.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SgwhS4K0UOI/AAAAAAAAAT0/VysewAa-xJo/s1600-h/DSC00190.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/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SgwhS4K0UOI/AAAAAAAAAT0/VysewAa-xJo/s320/DSC00190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335676266726314210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cause our telepathic powers have finally showed itself today.&lt;br /&gt;so, colour of the day was red\black. and the best part, it was out of pure coincidence (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;highlight of the day, we saved space in our stomach for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;cause pizza was postponed to two weeks from now and weiliang did not inform us.&lt;br /&gt;and so, we got cheated out of our lives. urgh.&lt;br /&gt;just when i'm craving for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so bio lab was kind of interesting. we did this experiment of RBC.&lt;br /&gt;pricked each other's finger to get the RBC. its a fun experience.&lt;br /&gt;but i swear the numbness was killing and a little painful.&lt;br /&gt;god knows how i'm going to survive the thick needles for blood donation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;provided i make it to 45kg by next semester. which is highly possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;an&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; oh yeah, this coming weds is bio ICA. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in course assessment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;s&gt;best&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/span&gt;part, i know nothing about biology.&lt;br /&gt;i havent been paying attention during bio lectures and i have&lt;br /&gt;no\zero\nil\zilch knowledge about bio stuffs. omgush, i am so so dead.&lt;br /&gt;i think i need serious help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my blog is so so dead. there is no tag everyday.&lt;br /&gt;how pathetic. maybe i should consider closing it down.&lt;br /&gt;gush. takecare, i'm off to study bio. bleaargh =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28039772-726279783330556932?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/726279783330556932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=726279783330556932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/726279783330556932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/726279783330556932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/05/cause-our-telepathic-powers-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SgwhS4K0UOI/AAAAAAAAAT0/VysewAa-xJo/s72-c/DSC00190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-6370724212001444253</id><published>2009-05-12T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:50:32.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You can talk all you want&lt;br /&gt;But my skin is really thick.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think i shouldnt get so uptight and personal about whatevar they're gonna say about me.&lt;br /&gt;Cause number one, i dont give a damn about what they think.&lt;br /&gt;Number two, i dont live my life to please people like them. So who cares.&lt;br /&gt;Number three, they dont have any significant meaning in my life so i cant just treat them as strangers.&lt;br /&gt;Number four and lastly, i dont want to waste my time thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;Then get so worked up for no obvious reason.&lt;br /&gt;So, go on and talk. I think my name must have tasted good (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe i wasted time posting that post before this.&lt;br /&gt;omgush. that explains my boring and random routine.&lt;br /&gt;with nothing interesting and nothing special.&lt;br /&gt;other than this daily thing i'm occupied with, school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss a whole bunch of random people.&lt;br /&gt;and i think i need catching up sessions alrd(!)&lt;br /&gt;&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/28039772-6370724212001444253?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/6370724212001444253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=6370724212001444253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/6370724212001444253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/6370724212001444253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-can-talk-all-you-want-but-my-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-649761840255873400</id><published>2009-05-11T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T23:27:53.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had a lot of trouble controlling myself the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;yknow, when the urge comes you just have to let go or else, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;poooof, its gone. i left home after having a cup of nescafe.&lt;br /&gt;and that pretty much explained the tummyache and the urge.&lt;br /&gt;but, i kept cool. chey, mcm phm. but i swear it was terrible.&lt;br /&gt;and the best thing, the moment i was home the bloody urge was gone.&lt;br /&gt;so fucking irritating yknow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school ended at six.&lt;br /&gt;and our presentation got postponed till friday.&lt;br /&gt;which equates to presenting two projs on friday. urgh!&lt;br /&gt;book a room during the break to complete and edit the HS1084 presentation.&lt;br /&gt;and as usual, subgroup meetings are always filled with gossips and bitching&lt;br /&gt;moments every now and then. and, it so reminds me of those temasek times.&lt;br /&gt;yknow what, i miss those secondary school times so bad. cos there's tonnes&lt;br /&gt;of memories in tms. and, i miss FOURSEVEN, temasekians and babygirls esp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, tmr is another long day =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28039772-649761840255873400?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/649761840255873400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=649761840255873400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/649761840255873400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/649761840255873400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-had-lot-of-trouble-controlling-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-8225776618425061030</id><published>2009-05-10T14:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T23:29:24.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;psychology project done. nursing lab homework up next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;urgh. sickening urh all this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was supposed to stay home yesterday and do my homeworks all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but, i gave it a pass. and went out instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meet wanny at six. round tampines one yet agn. before meeting up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with Ffad. lepak under the void deck till 9 plus near ten. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trained to pasir ris to meet Faan and Izah. kakak meet us there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;slacked at pasir ris all the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;home at 3.3o. damn shagged and tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've to get everythg done before i can proceed to nenek's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, to all mothers out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &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/28039772-8225776618425061030?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/8225776618425061030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=8225776618425061030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/8225776618425061030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/8225776618425061030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/05/psychology-project-done.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-8514211047420124536</id><published>2009-05-09T00:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T00:25:31.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SgRcsz31YLI/AAAAAAAAATs/WqtPtQzibFk/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 82px; height: 82px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SgRcsz31YLI/AAAAAAAAATs/WqtPtQzibFk/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333489783621902514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Let's celebrate this moment :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Six months of singlehood and still loving it.&lt;br /&gt;cos a far as i'm concerned,&lt;br /&gt;i belong to me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i dont need a man to complete me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe so, not for the time being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cause i have my girls, my everythg (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28039772-8514211047420124536?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/8514211047420124536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=8514211047420124536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/8514211047420124536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/8514211047420124536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/05/myhotcomments-lets-celebrate-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SgRcsz31YLI/AAAAAAAAATs/WqtPtQzibFk/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-7073961825017530218</id><published>2009-05-09T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T00:12:26.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SgRX2fvsjEI/AAAAAAAAATk/Uo4qhJpiOXo/s1600-h/kachiak018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SgRX2fvsjEI/AAAAAAAAATk/Uo4qhJpiOXo/s320/kachiak018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333484452459613250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;im not in my best mood. so just bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another ordinary day. member confident, bwk buku HS1087 padehal lecture HS1097.&lt;br /&gt;tsk, lucky thg it was lecture. lecture ended at 11. north canteen for brunch before heading to the library to complete slides for foundation of nursing. done at about 2 plus. drag efa to accompany me to head down to tfa to donate blood but failed attempt. because i wasnt 45kg or above. ass btol. so head back to library to wait for syiqah and kamini. head home with the usuals at about 3 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's get this straight,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not mad. just disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;dont test the water. just because i'm patient doesnt mean i dont have feelings.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28039772-7073961825017530218?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/7073961825017530218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=7073961825017530218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/7073961825017530218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/7073961825017530218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-not-in-my-best-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SgRX2fvsjEI/AAAAAAAAATk/Uo4qhJpiOXo/s72-c/kachiak018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-6636849794829982333</id><published>2009-05-07T22:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T23:04:57.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SgL0zR9r5SI/AAAAAAAAATc/oua9UabHBRY/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333094070592726306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SgL0zR9r5SI/AAAAAAAAATc/oua9UabHBRY/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i am extremely happy today. no words can describe it. heh. reason being; i saw ♥EC twice today. so my heart was jumping for joy. what more can i say lah kannnnn (!) happy giler nak mampos. just when we mentioned abt him, he appeared to show that he's not dead and gone. inside joke, lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, temperature taking was suspended. so, no more teleporting to other countries. lol, ridiculuz. kick start the day with foundation of nursing lecture. boring like mad dog as always. lucky bitch, its only one hour. brunch at south canteen with Usuals and gossips started flowing in. lol, a terribly contagious virus (; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;proceed for bio lab and did the usual stuffs. south canteen for fruits before proceeding for critical thinking tutorial. and last lecture was bio which was totally boring. like efa's shirt said," Your lips are moving but all i can hear is blah blah blah. " i couldnt pay attention cause i was looking forward to going home to sleep. lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;meet up with daayah bby at night for a short and usual catching up and hanging out session. that's another reason that made my day :D another whole hour of bitching and gossiping about our dear bestfriend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anddddd, my application for the nyp notebook computer loan is approved. so tell me about it. but, i still have to get done with some stuffs before getting the lappy. siul uh, member excited giler maoout (!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anddddddddd, the best part (!) school ends at 11 tomorrow. like finally. but, will be meeting up with subgroup mates to complete the ten thousand and one projs. urgh, party-popper.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lastly, HAPPY BIRTHDAY JENI (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28039772-6636849794829982333?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/6636849794829982333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=6636849794829982333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/6636849794829982333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/6636849794829982333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-extremely-happy-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SgL0zR9r5SI/AAAAAAAAATc/oua9UabHBRY/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-2725928723041176103</id><published>2009-05-05T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:10:46.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SgBFt2KTYzI/AAAAAAAAATU/4wL8FQMZ_hA/s1600-h/kachiak014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332338612741825330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SgBFt2KTYzI/AAAAAAAAATU/4wL8FQMZ_hA/s320/kachiak014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am currently so shagged but i think i shall just get done with this post once and for all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;school is draining me out. and i think i'm beginning to &lt;s&gt;hate&lt;/s&gt; school. urgh, long hours long breaks long journey. what more can i ask for man. tell me about it. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kick start the day with a hilarious event. meet kamini and efa at yck mrt station and walked to school togeda. so, i was basically walking to school with two funny humans. haha, one was controlling herself from insert-word-here. and the other was trying to maintain with a torn sandal. i couldnt control my laughter the whole journey and kamini went," idiot. stop laughing lah! i'm perspiring and you laugh laugh laugh." first up was lecture as usuals. then had two hours break. went down to junction eight to hunt for sandals. lunchd at kfc with the usuals. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;back to school by one for two tutorials before having another break. had critical thinking ICA discussion before heading down to the library with the classmates to configure efa's lappy. then lecture till five thirty and home with jill rachel irene and kamini. separated at various stops and continued the journey with jill the fishballlll ! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want and need to meet babygirls!&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/28039772-2725928723041176103?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/2725928723041176103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=2725928723041176103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/2725928723041176103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/2725928723041176103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-currently-so-shagged-but-i-think-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SgBFt2KTYzI/AAAAAAAAATU/4wL8FQMZ_hA/s72-c/kachiak014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-3363630348432896557</id><published>2009-05-04T22:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T23:00:41.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Long long long long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Such and idiotic day. I wish the school was nice enough to cut the break shorter.&lt;br /&gt;Intended to go home during the 4 hours break but, eventually changed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;And I managed to psycho Kamini to stay to. So, the break was spent with the Usuals.&lt;br /&gt;Lunched before slacking around all the way till 2 plus with Efa cause the other two left for project discussion. Cheers to get hairtie before proceeding with tutorial and lab session.&lt;br /&gt;Home at six plus with Kakak.&lt;br /&gt;Bumped into Syara and slacked with her until 8.30 before heading home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyyyys.&lt;br /&gt;I need suggestions. My bangs is outgrowing my forehead. Should I trim and maintain bangs or let it grow and back to square one, with side fringe. Helllllllp ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sf8CUqa3L7I/AAAAAAAAATE/fgonYqs3pec/s1600-h/1_801024735l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sf8CUqa3L7I/AAAAAAAAATE/fgonYqs3pec/s320/1_801024735l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331983037837553586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sf8C0dPMA3I/AAAAAAAAATM/yfWQvImPMrc/s1600-h/dayah+bby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sf8C0dPMA3I/AAAAAAAAATM/yfWQvImPMrc/s320/dayah+bby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331983584054739826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so which is better? =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28039772-3363630348432896557?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/3363630348432896557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=3363630348432896557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/3363630348432896557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/3363630348432896557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/05/long-long-long-long-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sf8CUqa3L7I/AAAAAAAAATE/fgonYqs3pec/s72-c/1_801024735l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-6316500917374568752</id><published>2009-05-02T15:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T15:29:59.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just because her eyes dont tear,&lt;br /&gt;doesn't mean her heart dont cry.&lt;br /&gt;Just because she comes off strong,&lt;br /&gt;doesn't mean there's nuthg wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28039772-6316500917374568752?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/6316500917374568752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=6316500917374568752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/6316500917374568752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/6316500917374568752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-because-her-eyes-dont-tear-doesnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-2643349337460842375</id><published>2009-05-02T15:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T15:28:14.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sfvz9yaOD-I/AAAAAAAAASk/YQHEJAHJRpE/s1600-h/untitled_animation_medium2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sfvz9yaOD-I/AAAAAAAAASk/YQHEJAHJRpE/s320/untitled_animation_medium2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331122826752430050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;blardy.bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i was stuck at home the whole of yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;best part of all, it was a public holiday.&lt;br /&gt;imagine, holiday abeh ddk umah.&lt;br /&gt;taik kucing btol =.=&lt;br /&gt;i got nuthg to blog about. so bear with me lah ey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sfv09fFK1WI/AAAAAAAAAS8/sBc5mB8G_sU/s1600-h/DSC00293.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/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sfv09fFK1WI/AAAAAAAAAS8/sBc5mB8G_sU/s320/DSC00293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331123921075492194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sfv09M-5S-I/AAAAAAAAAS0/kMRm50tsWlc/s1600-h/DSC00291.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/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sfv09M-5S-I/AAAAAAAAAS0/kMRm50tsWlc/s320/DSC00291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331123916217338850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sfv083qZsWI/AAAAAAAAASs/MRfQDqOeMWA/s1600-h/DSC00139.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/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sfv083qZsWI/AAAAAAAAASs/MRfQDqOeMWA/s320/DSC00139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331123910494237026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;pikchas taken during one of the break times. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what's with girls and toilet-taking-pikchas you might say ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;toilet niek aircon siol, saper nak miss the chance? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28039772-2643349337460842375?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/2643349337460842375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=2643349337460842375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/2643349337460842375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/2643349337460842375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/05/blardy.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Sfvz9yaOD-I/AAAAAAAAASk/YQHEJAHJRpE/s72-c/untitled_animation_medium2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-1336730222065958101</id><published>2009-04-29T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T21:32:01.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm getting sick of school, so tell me about it. I still have three years to come and wish me luck, cause I think I really need it. There ten thousand and one things to do. Like prepare for ICA presentation, whatevar projects and skills test. But, i think i'm too messed up at the moment i dont know what due when. Omg, I am so dead. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've to start digging for all the long lost chemistry notes. Cause apparently, that what's been thought for either one of the lectures. But, yeah I've long washed off chemistry from my mind but now I think I've to slowly dig and find it back. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might\might not end early tomorrow. Depending on what time we have the nursing lab practice. Hopefully, the lab will be available from eleven till one so we wont have to stay in school all the way till five. Cause I want to go home and tido like babi agn. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syiqah, I want pikchas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28039772-1336730222065958101?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/1336730222065958101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=1336730222065958101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/1336730222065958101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/1336730222065958101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-getting-sick-of-school-so-tell-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-3533834050415300519</id><published>2009-04-28T21:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T21:37:04.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what do you call seventeen year olds who behave as though they are seven?&lt;br /&gt;what do you call people who have no life and they start destroying yours?&lt;br /&gt;what do you call people who pretend they know everythg in the world?&lt;br /&gt;what do you call people who just cant stop stressing everyone else?&lt;br /&gt;one word, six letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I D I O T S&lt;br /&gt;_!_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;no life goners.&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/28039772-3533834050415300519?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/3533834050415300519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=3533834050415300519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/3533834050415300519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/3533834050415300519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-do-you-call-people-who-have-nuthg.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-4242609052244180090</id><published>2009-04-27T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:40:02.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SfXRntxgcNI/AAAAAAAAASc/JERpFZgdsPA/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 118px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SfXRntxgcNI/AAAAAAAAASc/JERpFZgdsPA/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329396214295195858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i'm &lt;s&gt;not&lt;/s&gt; missing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/28039772-4242609052244180090?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/4242609052244180090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=4242609052244180090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/4242609052244180090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/4242609052244180090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-not-missing-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SfXRntxgcNI/AAAAAAAAASc/JERpFZgdsPA/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-4859779483532645759</id><published>2009-04-27T23:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:40:51.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SfXP4yF7njI/AAAAAAAAASU/hwsMvGfPTj0/s1600-h/smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 184px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SfXP4yF7njI/AAAAAAAAASU/hwsMvGfPTj0/s320/smile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329394308489125426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First presentation tdy went well. Thou our group's slide were the ones with the least words.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily we've alrd prepared the elaboration and explanation beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;Good start to semester one, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidetrack, I didnt see eyecandy tdy. Sedih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I managed to meet and catch up with Dayah tdy. Usual late nights&lt;br /&gt;hanging out and shop trips with that lovely. Bumped into Syara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so mad, each time I want to submit the Notebook Loan Application, something always crops up. Idiot =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidetrack agn, I'm meeting babygirls on weds for breakfast. Yay! *insert very happy face!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you give a man a fish, you feed him for a day.&lt;br /&gt;If you teach him how to fish, you feed him for a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&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/28039772-4859779483532645759?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/4859779483532645759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=4859779483532645759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/4859779483532645759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/4859779483532645759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-presentation-tdy-went-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SfXP4yF7njI/AAAAAAAAASU/hwsMvGfPTj0/s72-c/smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-928975196922161380</id><published>2009-04-25T15:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T15:49:32.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you so much bestfriend, for being there for me yesterday. You know who you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you so much for all the advices and for hearing me out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause I think yesterday night was just one of the moments when I just cant help but think of you know who. Thank you for not giving up on me but instead still tell me to stay strong and move on. Thank you so much Dian Farhana Adnan. For, no one can ever understand me the way you do. Thank you thank you thank you. I love you much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28039772-928975196922161380?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/928975196922161380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=928975196922161380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/928975196922161380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/928975196922161380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/04/thank-you-so-much-bestfriend-for-being.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-4673134321098116041</id><published>2009-04-25T15:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T15:46:43.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SfK_nMkjMNI/AAAAAAAAASM/rc-foziKWgM/s1600-h/1_726906529m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328531989243048146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SfK_nMkjMNI/AAAAAAAAASM/rc-foziKWgM/s320/1_726906529m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY SEVENTEENTH DEAREST BABYGIRL (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love you and i know you're smiling cause you know its true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo,shalveeuhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28039772-4673134321098116041?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/4673134321098116041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=4673134321098116041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/4673134321098116041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/4673134321098116041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-seventeenth-dearest-babygirl-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SfK_nMkjMNI/AAAAAAAAASM/rc-foziKWgM/s72-c/1_726906529m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-469459118550126148</id><published>2009-04-24T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T23:01:47.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SfHSKERrcWI/AAAAAAAAASE/N8lFqW_NuhQ/s1600-h/eeecha+bby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its only the first week and this week had to end with a project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Presentation next week. Urgh =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;School ended at 3 tdy, collected ezylink with classmates. passed by SBM with hopes to see eyecandy. haha, miang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;walk to yck mrt station with the usuals, efa and kamini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i caught that &lt;em&gt;soccerboy&lt;/em&gt; from nfa agn in the train tdy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cute or what, melt ;0&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;saw eecha at bedok interchange. but didnt get the chance to talk to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause she didnt manage to catch the bus i was in. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss my girls yknow. we need catching up sessions man ;'(&lt;br /&gt;dian ats rai alya echa dayah imy much.&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;s&gt;So is it my fault if I land back where I was before, missing you god know how much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zomg, can someone just take me away, to where they say the grass is greener?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pretty please.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;still, all the best for your game soccerboy.&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/28039772-469459118550126148?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/469459118550126148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=469459118550126148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/469459118550126148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/469459118550126148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-only-first-week-and-this-week-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-2751774795084646343</id><published>2009-04-23T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:01:44.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SfBztU472-I/AAAAAAAAAR8/tQ84_Rp6iL4/s1600-h/kachiak001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SfBztU472-I/AAAAAAAAAR8/tQ84_Rp6iL4/s320/kachiak001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327885581718117346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a long day. kick start the day with lecture.&lt;br /&gt;super dry and boring i almost slept. luckily kamini had chocs to wake me up.&lt;br /&gt;after that was another two hours of bio lab. learning about microscope and&lt;br /&gt;cells. pretty dry and not that interesting. break for an hour before&lt;br /&gt;continuing with tutorial which was pretty okay (: last was the super ultra&lt;br /&gt;mega boring bio lecture. sumpah, super mendak. three quarter of the time,&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt paying attention. i couldnt be bothered, cause it was alrd late and i was&lt;br /&gt;only looking forward to going home. lecture ended way earlier than scheduled.&lt;br /&gt;walk to yck mrt station with efa before separating off for home. yes uh! tmr end&lt;br /&gt;early :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28039772-2751774795084646343?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/2751774795084646343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=2751774795084646343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/2751774795084646343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/2751774795084646343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-was-long-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/SfBztU472-I/AAAAAAAAAR8/tQ84_Rp6iL4/s72-c/kachiak001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-1506046794613590213</id><published>2009-04-21T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T22:09:00.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></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/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Se3S3mf2NWI/AAAAAAAAAR0/aUTI7YBP1jA/s1600-h/IMG_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Se3S3mf2NWI/AAAAAAAAAR0/aUTI7YBP1jA/s320/IMG_0062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327145786917926242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my babygirls. Meet up soon kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;finally, ending school early tmr. happy like giler maot okay.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm freaking happy that i spotted indra shahdan in school tdy.&lt;br /&gt;imagine, that freaking hot indra shahdan is in NYP. how happy i was (:&lt;br /&gt;so, that clash with indra was the highlight of the day.&lt;br /&gt;ended school at six. trained home with jill the cute one (:&lt;br /&gt;and, yes finally i end early tmr. shall head home and sleep my ass off :D&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/28039772-1506046794613590213?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/1506046794613590213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=1506046794613590213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/1506046794613590213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/1506046794613590213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-miss-my-babygirls.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWbDCjJRrQg/Se3S3mf2NWI/AAAAAAAAAR0/aUTI7YBP1jA/s72-c/IMG_0062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-2153597413492555240</id><published>2009-04-20T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:37:16.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, first day of school was pretty okay. Tiring much. Imagine, 9 hrs spend in school. Only 4 hrs of it is lessons. The rest is waiting time, blardy pathetic. =.=&lt;br /&gt;And, I ate 3 meals in school today. Yeah, kiasu. Kater pon first year.&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time with great company and also good food.&lt;br /&gt;Just that, we felt pretty much out of place. Okay what to expect, first day.&lt;br /&gt;So, kick start the day with lecture from 9 until 11.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we head break. Headed down to South Canteen which has the worst food in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Then, toilet break and went off to the Student Affairs Office.&lt;br /&gt;Left to Koufu for Ice Kacang before proceeded for Library Orientation.&lt;br /&gt;Another hour of break after that. South Canteen again to have waffle.&lt;br /&gt;Lab before heading home with Kakak at six thirty.&lt;br /&gt;Andddd I end school at six again tmr. So, tell me about it.&lt;br /&gt;There's a freaking 4 hrs break tmr. Waste time siol =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labels: First day (:&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/28039772-2153597413492555240?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/2153597413492555240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=2153597413492555240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/2153597413492555240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/2153597413492555240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-first-day-of-school-was-pretty-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-4571227074940866343</id><published>2009-04-19T01:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T02:03:22.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is a really random post, just bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have so many things to do, but idk where to start and idk if there enough time to finish up everythg. } iron clothes pack bag clean wardrobe retype the super confusing timetable&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am so shagged and worn out. But I havent get any rest, yet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am burnt everywhere, my face is hurting so bad. But I love the colour of my skin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss Temasek.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am pretty much excited abt school on mon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I start school at 9 whereas akak start at 8 on mon. That means I have to make my way to school alone. Urgh, mendak perrr =.=&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I knew it, that biscuit boy is gonna go missing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to sleep but I am not sleepy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss having Dian Farhana around to bitch and gossip with. Bcos we are both busy with our own stuffs. And I know I will miss having this belo and my ♥Bbygs around more, when I start school. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt; The whole point of this post is that : This is not a proper post cause I'm supposed to update about orientation and Sentosa with lovelies. But apparently, I havent get the pikchas from Alya, so I refuse to update yet (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Proper update soon, promise (:&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/28039772-4571227074940866343?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/4571227074940866343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=4571227074940866343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/4571227074940866343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/4571227074940866343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-really-random-post-just-bear.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-7197822273940498043</id><published>2009-04-17T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:42:30.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apart from the huge amount of tak perlu people I see in school today, orientation was perfectly fine (; just a little bit tiring. And, the look of the stupid time table is freaking me out. Like lectures from 9 till 11. Break all the way till 4 before having lab at 4.10. Whaaaattthefissh?&lt;br /&gt;Where the heck did you left your brains? Urgh binget -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proper update tomorrow after Sentosa with ♥Babygirls and their boyfs.&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/28039772-7197822273940498043?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/7197822273940498043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=7197822273940498043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/7197822273940498043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/7197822273940498043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/04/apart-from-huge-amount-of-tak-perlu.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039772.post-8088300940539776835</id><published>2009-04-15T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T23:42:48.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Short meet up with dearest babylove, Eeecha yesterday at Tampines.&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to meet at 2.45 but as usual, janji melayu. Both reached at about 3 plus. Headed off to LJS for lunch before heading down to basement to get Nasi Lemak for her dad. Then, off to survey and walk around Tampines One where I bumped into Raihanah and her sister and also Atiqah and her boyf. Updated each other about one another's life. But she was the one who's doing most of the talking cause I have nuthg much to share. Left tampines at about 5 plus and headed down to hospital while she headed home. Home sweet home at 8 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One &lt;/strong&gt;more day before orientation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28039772-8088300940539776835?l=yourenotloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/feeds/8088300940539776835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28039772&amp;postID=8088300940539776835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/8088300940539776835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28039772/posts/default/8088300940539776835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourenotloved.blogspot.com/2009/04/short-meet-up-with-dearest-babylove.html' title=''/><author><name>Statistics Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333789012183460951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
