<?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-8201622858333481589</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:54:54.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nurul Syafiqah is me(:</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-6445492290163559287</id><published>2009-06-25T18:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T19:15:56.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Second post of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw these in a Malay Novel, Seandainya..&lt;br /&gt;You should read it, AIN! Coz its about family and love.&lt;br /&gt;SORRY ITS IN MALAY.):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingin menjadi bintang polaris,&lt;br /&gt;yang sentiasa teguh menyinar dan setia,&lt;br /&gt;walaupun musim berubah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izinkan aku terus merinduimu,&lt;br /&gt;izinkan aku terus menyayangimu,&lt;br /&gt;izinkan aku terus setia padamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanya kerinduan di hati ini&lt;br /&gt;yang mengajarku erti kesetiaan&lt;br /&gt;kerana di saat ini,&lt;br /&gt;hanya engkau di dalam hatiku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku hidup dibayangi cintamu,&lt;br /&gt;lantaran aku tidak sanggup kehilanganmu,&lt;br /&gt;rela aku menjadi pencinta yang setia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andai bisa kuputar kembali detik waktu bersamamu,&lt;br /&gt;ingin kudirikan istana cinta,&lt;br /&gt;tempat kita memadu asmara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa perasaan ini sering dipermainkan,&lt;br /&gt;cepat merasa, mudah terluka,&lt;br /&gt;sering tersiksa dan mudah dsakiti?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin kita tidak ditakdirkan bersama,&lt;br /&gt;lantaran itu biarlah aku terus menanti,&lt;br /&gt;kerana mungkin kau tak pernah tahu,&lt;br /&gt;betapa dalamnya cintaku padamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau bagaikan cahaya,&lt;br /&gt;menerangi hatiku yang dahulunya kelam,&lt;br /&gt;tapi mengapa ak masih meragui keikhlasan dan ketulusanmu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan mainan bibir ku lafazkan, &lt;br /&gt;tapi bicara hati yasng memberi keluhan merindumu,&lt;br /&gt;bak bulan di kayangan,&lt;br /&gt;aku yang dalam penantian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biarlah kita simpan memori indah kita bersama,&lt;br /&gt;sebagai kenangan abadi dalam hidup kita,&lt;br /&gt;untuk dikenang sepanjang hayat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengharap kasih kepunyaan orang,&lt;br /&gt;memetik rindu di taman terlarana,&lt;br /&gt;sekalipun cinta akan kecundang,&lt;br /&gt;akan ku korbankan rasa demimu, sayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita ditakdirkan bercinta tetapi tidak untuk bersama,&lt;br /&gt;Kita ditakdirkan bertemu tetapi tidak untuk bersatu,&lt;br /&gt;janganlah kita sangkal perjalanan takdir ke atas diri kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hingga ke saat ini,&lt;br /&gt;aku masih mengingatimu,&lt;br /&gt;namun aku rela biarkan cinta derita,&lt;br /&gt;rela melihat kasih sengsara,&lt;br /&gt;walaupn kita saling menyinta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan niatku mahu melukaimu,&lt;br /&gt;nsmun segalanya kulakukan demi kebahagiaanmu,&lt;br /&gt;lupakan kisah yang pernah kita cipta,&lt;br /&gt;kerana aku juga sudah tidak sudi mengenangnya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekiranya kau tahu aa yang terdetik di hati ini,&lt;br /&gt;apa yang ingin diluahkan,&lt;br /&gt;dan apa yang ingin kumahukan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Thats all.. Its nice right? Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-6445492290163559287?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/6445492290163559287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=6445492290163559287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/6445492290163559287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/6445492290163559287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2009/06/second-post-of-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-8138422148631276121</id><published>2009-06-25T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T18:55:17.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!(:</title><content type='html'>Okays. Sorry for the dead blog, again. Been busy with assignments and some problems. Wont mention coz it involve with people that you might not know. Sorry if this post sounds emo to you bt i just cant make it lively now. I miss school. I miss my friends. Most of all, i miss good memories. What the hell. Did i say i miss everyone? Okays whatever. I miss every single thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANCE. I miss it alot. Dan. I wish i could dance again but sadly, i cant. ): I'll beg my mum, see if i could have dance lessons. Haha. Hey Did i tell anyone that i wanted learn how to dance waltz and salsa? Hahah. Dream, please come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOMEWORK. Wow, hate them. Seriously. There are too many of them and i dont think i could finish them all by school reopens. Still have revision to do for 'N's. Oh my, i wish i dont need to sit for national exams. They make me go 'yikes'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLIDAY. I had a wonderful holiday at Terengganu &amp;amp; Kelantan, Malaysia. I dont know what the hack are they talking about and i just go yeah. Haha. Ouhya. Terengganu was a country who really practise the law of Islam. One of my days there, i wore my white tube with cardigan and tights, every singleone was looking at me. Hot enough? HAHA. Its not that. Its because i'm wearing something that i shouldnt have worn, esp in this country. Whatever. Stayed in Ridel's Hotel in Kelantan and Awana Kijal in Terengganu. I met Liyana at Awana Kijal. She also slept in the same hotel, or maybe should i called a 5-star resort? It was superb. Came down for dinner that night and saw someone waving at me from outside. Was thinking maybe she got the wrong person so i turned back and found out that she's waving at me. I squeezed my eyes la coz i cant see who was it. And there she shouted my name. -.- Nice to meet her there! So. It was really, total fun, eventhough we found out that one of our rooms is haunted. WTH. okays. I also had fun with my friends during the holiday. Went out to bbq, study, shop and all. But sadly, i fought with one of my love. ): And yeah, did i mention that i 'm SINGLE now? HAHAS. Long love story but nehmind. Still enjoy the days with him. And yeah, through him, i made one more friend! Her name is..... Er. Shouldnt tell. She's his new girl. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL. I cant wait to go to school. Its gonna reopen soon. Really soon. I received a letter from ite, offering me a direct entry scheme to Higher Nitec Courses. Thats soo much of studies. Dont htink i'll accept. Its a diorect entry after 'N' levels. But what for? Haiya. I dont know and dont wanna know.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to see everyone. Goodbye for now.&lt;br /&gt;If you think I'm a bitch, then what are you?&lt;br /&gt;And that someone who tagged at Zahirah's blog, &lt;br /&gt;saying that i'm a slut, then what are you?&lt;br /&gt;Look into the mirror and see yourself first before you judge anyone else. &lt;br /&gt;Syafiqah(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-8138422148631276121?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/8138422148631276121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=8138422148631276121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/8138422148631276121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/8138422148631276121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!(:'/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-6255935258995952435</id><published>2009-04-24T17:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T17:49:08.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My blog is soo dead.</title><content type='html'>Hey guys. Sorry for the dead blog. Been busy with school and stuffs. So sorry to those who complaint that i have a dead blog. Can do anything right now. Okayys. I'll blog again some other times. Actually my comp is spoiled currently so yeah. Have lesser chance to blog. See you guys really soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurul Syafiqah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ILY DUDE(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-6255935258995952435?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/6255935258995952435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=6255935258995952435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/6255935258995952435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/6255935258995952435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-blog-is-soo-dead.html' title='My blog is soo dead.'/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-1603589242389337174</id><published>2009-02-10T11:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T12:12:48.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Troublesome.</title><content type='html'>Hello. I know i've not been blogging for such a long time. Sorry for that. Been busy for school and tests. I owe 4 tests, while i was absent from school. I really miss school and everyone. I hate headaches. Bad headache. I just feel like punching my head, or bang it on the wall. No one feels it. I just wish that everyone could feel it. Feel the pain that i'm feeling. Okaay whatever. I miss dance. I dont know why but i'm really beginning to love dancing more than i love anyone else. I'm not afraid anymore to go for the next dance practice like i usually do. I'm always there for dance. haha. Okyys. I'm sorry ain, that i'm not able to do the quiz or questions that you've tagged me. I have to complete my homeworks and study for the 4 tests that i'll try to sit tmr. I' going school tmr! At last. God, please make me feel well for school. I cant afford to miss anymore lessons, especially A.maths.. I'll blog soon. Take care of your health, or you'll end up like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYAFIQAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry that i've misjudged you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didnt know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I swear i didnt know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coz there's still something that's playing in my mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something that i've waited soo long.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm waiting for the answer but you just took soo long to answer it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soo long that i gave up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I gave up in trusting you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now, you've showed me the real thing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i'm sorry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please forgive me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-1603589242389337174?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/1603589242389337174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=1603589242389337174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/1603589242389337174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/1603589242389337174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2009/02/troublesome.html' title='Troublesome.'/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-3229769191441545606</id><published>2009-01-11T11:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T12:43:37.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in Escape!(;</title><content type='html'>hello. Ermm sorry, to whoever is reading my blog, for not updating these few days. Been busy with school and stuffs. Okayys. Yesterday was the happiest day for me, coz some people agreed to go escape with me but sadly, they are all boys. I know its inappropriate, i thought of that too but they're all people who i trust. Not 100% trusted but at least 80%. Wait, why am i talking abt this? Move forward. Met nasry and zul at whitesands arnd 2 plus, when we supposed to meet each other at 12.30pm. hahaha. All because of me. Sorry guys! Okayys there no nneed to mention why, so i'll move on. Went straight to escape since we cant contact ching ye, idk what happened to him but i alrd guessed that he forgotten to meet us. He was quite lucky that we waited awhile for his call before we went into the place. I think he can read our minds, (idk why i'm saying this) but he did call us a few minutes later. And yes, i guessed correctly. He forgot that we're going to escape yesterday. blablabla, we waited for him at downtown macd. While waiting, we eat la. He came and i appeared angry coz i pity the other two pf them who had to wait for me for 2 hours and also him, for about 1 hour plus? Well, i'll male sure that i'll be on time next time we meet again, hopefully. Okayys went into escape. We're somehow disappointed as the pirate ship, rainbow and the inverter was on maintenance. So, we rode the flipper, the superman thingy for kids, family roller coaster, the daytona go-kart(thanks ching ye for teaching me to ride it) and the wet n wild (eventhough we didnt bring extra clothes with us). Not forgetting, my first experience in the haunted house. I swear its damn scary. I didnt open my eyes throughout the journey, all i did was shouting when i heard voices of the fake ghosts. Eventhough i know its fake, i'm still scared, really scared. In malay they call lemah semangat. Went out of the house, almost cried. HAHAHA. Nice experience i had with all three of them, eventhough they keep talking abt boy stuffs which i myself dont understand on what the hell that they're talking mann. I just kept quiet, sometimes i changed topic, haha. Okayy then. I got homeworks to do today, before school reopens again tmr. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYAFIQAH!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-3229769191441545606?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/3229769191441545606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=3229769191441545606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/3229769191441545606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/3229769191441545606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2009/01/fun-in-escape.html' title='Fun in Escape!(;'/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-5236978597908632413</id><published>2009-01-01T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:13:32.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW YEAR, 2009!(;</title><content type='html'>OMG. Hello everyone, its alrd 2009! So, HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!(: WOW. Fast right? I'm gonna be dead tmr, coz i still got my amaths assignment 4 and 5 to finish up. It may seem a lil bit, but its alot to me. Arhhhhh. So, i'm tagged by ain to answer some questions, so yeah. Here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Besides your lips, where is your favourite spot to get kissed?&lt;br /&gt;Cheeks? Where else?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Hw did you feel when you woke up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY coz its new year and SAD coz i have to go to sch tmr with some assignments still not done yet.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Who was the last person you took a picture of?&lt;br /&gt;My loyal primary school friend, AFIQAH! :D&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Would you consider yourself to be spoiled?&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Would you ever donate blood?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, why not? In that way, i can save people's life.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Have you ever had a bestfriend who was the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;Yupp.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;What does your last text message says?&lt;br /&gt;I want to go school with you.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;What are you thinking right now?&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking on how to answer my teachers if they ask for my assignments. :x&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Do you wish someone was with you now?&lt;br /&gt;No. That someone is already with me now.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;What time did you go to sleep last night?&lt;br /&gt;2am.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Where did you bought the shirt that you're wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;Was bought by zahirah from kl. :D&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Is someone on your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;Not really. I'm only thinking abt tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Who was the last person to text you?&lt;br /&gt;Nasry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayy i'm done. I dont want to continue anymore. Sabo is nt good.. haha. Okayys bye people. See you guys in school!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYAFIQAH!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-5236978597908632413?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/5236978597908632413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=5236978597908632413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/5236978597908632413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/5236978597908632413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-2009.html' title='NEW YEAR, 2009!(;'/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-4812947260047573774</id><published>2008-12-29T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T23:37:40.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Everything..</title><content type='html'>After all of that happened this year, its time to say goodbye, forever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye sweet memories.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye encourager.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye pooh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye joker.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye maths teacher.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye best friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye happy moments.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye sadness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And most sadest thing, goodbye love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;FOREVER..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt thought you'll be soo mean and heartless..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-4812947260047573774?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/4812947260047573774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=4812947260047573774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Keri Hilson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weak,&lt;br /&gt;i have been crying and crying for weeks,&lt;br /&gt;how'd i survive when i can barely speak,&lt;br /&gt;barely eat on my knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thats the moment you came to me,&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what your love has done to me,&lt;br /&gt;you got me invisible i see through the me,&lt;br /&gt;i used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;You changed my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;Dont know what you're doing to me,&lt;br /&gt;with your love.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling all superhuman,&lt;br /&gt;you did that to me,&lt;br /&gt;a superhuman heart beats in me,&lt;br /&gt;nothing can stop me here with you,&lt;br /&gt;superhuman..&lt;br /&gt;(i feel so superhuman)&lt;br /&gt;Superhuman..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strong,&lt;br /&gt;since i've been flying and right-ing the wrongs,&lt;br /&gt;feels almost like i had it all along,&lt;br /&gt;i can see tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where every problem has gone because,&lt;br /&gt;i flew everywhere with love inside of me,&lt;br /&gt;its unbelievable to see how love caould set me free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not a bird,&lt;br /&gt;not a plane,&lt;br /&gt;its my heart,&lt;br /&gt;and its going gone away.&lt;br /&gt;My only weakness is you,&lt;br /&gt;only reason is you,&lt;br /&gt;every minute with you,&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i can do,&lt;br /&gt;anything..&lt;br /&gt;Going, going, i'm gone away,&lt;br /&gt;in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;SYAFIQAH!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-8728910403855641775?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/8728910403855641775/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-3681346223684835911</id><published>2008-12-27T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T21:17:01.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate being in love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I didnt know that you gave up soo easily.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanted to see how much you love me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the end, i know the answer myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You waited for only 2 months and you say that you love me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I ask you to wait, not to test you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But i need time to decide.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it soo hard to understand that?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, you left me alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You gave up and stop waiting for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You dont love me anymore, i see.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You left me crying.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If anything happens to me, blame yourself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You made me like this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And for you stranger,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dont know whether you're reading this or not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i just wanna tell you that its useless for you to love me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can say that i'm a loser,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fine, i accept that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dont ever expect me to love you back,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;coz you made me fight with him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know i love him,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i got lots of reasonable reasons for it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its not just because i wont to change him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And let this be in your mind,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i will never love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-3681346223684835911?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/3681346223684835911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=3681346223684835911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/3681346223684835911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/3681346223684835911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-hate-being-in-love.html' title='I hate being in love.'/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-5916432921812422817</id><published>2008-12-26T23:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T23:48:46.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SVT5OIL0U0I/AAAAAAAAAYY/ozgvzNEQxqY/s1600-h/S73F0454.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I dont know what to talk about now. I just dont have the mood to talk. I'm tired, tired of everything. Tired of doing homework, tired of my life now, tired of YOU. I just dont know what i'm feeling now. Tired/angry/sad/sleepy? I think its all of them. I came back from studying, kena scolding, my grandmother accused me for leaving the dirty plates in the kitchen when its not me, he calling me and making me angry. WTH. NOW, I FEEL LIKE TELLING EVERYONE THAT I DONT FUCKING CARE ABOUT ANYONE AND ANYTHING. I feel soo protective and i dont quite like it. I feel like i'm over-protected and i dont like it. I know you care about me, but you dont need to tell me that its waste of money going to the airport and stuffs. You dont need to take much care for me, coz i dont really need it. I just dont need you, telling me things to do. I need you when i'm down. But you just aint there for me. I dont know what to do, and i just feel like giving up. I'm crying now and i wanna stop. I really need someone now.... :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Sorry for the bad language. I'm just too angry now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-5916432921812422817?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/5916432921812422817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=5916432921812422817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/5916432921812422817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/5916432921812422817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-dont-know-what-to-talk-about-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-5140122635198956890</id><published>2008-12-24T19:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T20:21:46.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! Okayy. I found these life quotes from Ain's blog. Its amazing and it help me alot. When i read it, i feel like rewinding time back and live my life with all of these quotes. Ain, dont mind me copying some of the quotes from your blog. I just wanna share with others. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these are the life quotes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1) It takes only a minute to get a crush on someone, an hour to like someone and a day to love someone but it takes a lifetime to forget someone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2) Dont go for looks, they can deceive. Dont go for wealth, even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3) Dream what you want to dream, go where you want to go, be what you want to be. Because you only have one life and a chance to do all the things that you want to do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayy that three life quotes thought me something today. I always have the feelings of being scared and afraid to do something that i wanna do. Let me tell you guys. When i was a kid, i always have this feeling in me. ' I'm afraid of everyone and everything.' Because of this sentence that stuck into my head for about 14 years, i cant do everything that i wanna do. Coz i'm just afraid of everyone and everything around me. But now, this year, i felt like it was the best year i've ever had in my life. I get to do things that i want. I get to be the leader instead of the follower. I think i know what leads me to this. Being a PSL, leading others. I think that changes me alot. Since i was in PSL, i get to lead others. I get to do oreintation, where i can interact with other people, apart from those who i usually interact with. Through PSL too, i get to know many friends. Last time, believe me or not, i only mix with my classmates, and at least those who started talking to me. If not, dont even think that i will communicate with you and be friends with you coz before i do things, i will always remember that sentence. It sucks, i know. I shouldnt be scared of everyone and everything. Yeah, i shouldnt. Now, i know its random but i wanna thank my friends and teachers for making me like this. Like what i am now. Even in dance. I dont even dare to move myself and do the steps alone. Coz i'm always afraid of kak intan, my instructor. But now, i think i shouldnt be scared of her unneccessarily coz i know that when she scolds, it means that she's trying to make us be better than what we are. Thanks kak intan. Okayys after much of this random, i just realised that i have to finsh up my holiday assignments. So, goodbye and goodnight.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYAFIQAH!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-5140122635198956890?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/5140122635198956890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=5140122635198956890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/5140122635198956890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/5140122635198956890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-okayy.html' title=''/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-5496528961574057551</id><published>2008-12-23T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:13:54.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPER RANDOM.</title><content type='html'>Hello, whoever who is reading my blog. Well, i myself dont even know who's reading my blog. Maybe no one is? WHOOPSEY. I hope that wont happen. :x I'm not desperate, asking people to read my blog but if you do, i'm welcoming you and thank you. Okayys. I did nothing much today. Just trying to finish up all of my holiday assignments before school reopens. I have activities going on from tomorrow onwards. So, all the best to me, i have to finish them up within this short period of time. Its my fault too for not doing bit by bit from the start. But actually i'm preety busy with school activities okayys. I had school for how many times already? Most of the times through out this holiday season. WTH RIGHT? I know. Hard for me but its life. Okayy i'm starting to talk crap.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have to spend time with my family tmr. Going somewhere(dont want to mention) tmr. On Christmas, I'm going Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;Friday, maybe going out to finish up homework with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday and Sunday, free days but i have to really finish up the homeworks by then.&lt;br /&gt;On the 29th-31st, going to have an exco chalet, WHEE!(:&lt;br /&gt;1st of January, get ready for school!&lt;br /&gt;See how excited i am to go back to school and start the new year afresh? I cant wait to see the hardworking me next year. Working hard, for N levels. I have to score well, really. C'mon Iqah, you can do it! Just put away all your laziness and be hardworking! Dont think about anything else, except for STUDIES! okayys. Hope i can do all this. So, goodbye 2008, hello 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYAFIQAH!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish you could be with me in the new year, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;working hard together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eventhough there's nothing between us now,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm sure we can be best friends,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bestfriends who will always be there for each other.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish you all the best, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in whatever you're doing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey, its okayy if you dont graduate in the same year as me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What you said is right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You should catch up to where you came from.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-5496528961574057551?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/5496528961574057551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=5496528961574057551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/5496528961574057551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/5496528961574057551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/12/super-random.html' title='SUPER RANDOM.'/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-6429313112275018677</id><published>2008-12-21T19:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T20:05:36.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! Long time never post. So, here we go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19th December.&lt;br /&gt;Had to come to school today fr the sec 1s registration. Wow. Next year's sec 1s are soo study-type of people. No chiobu and no handsome  ones. WTH. Okayys. After all of the stuffs, went to kfc to eat lunch. Ate the buddy meal with Zahirah, yummy! After we ate, went up to the library and idk what they were doing there. Just follow. After all of that, home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th December.&lt;br /&gt;Went to finish up the holiday assignments with Zahirah, liyana and fifi. National library. Soo leceh.(troublesome). I cant even go in with a stapler. The security guard checks my stuffs and belongings, even my pencil case! I cant bring along my bag, s i have to put it in the lockers available there. Searched for books on Cambodia. It was such a trouble. okayys. After all that, went to the Sultan Msque to pray. After prayers, went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tday, 21st December.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Escape Theme Park with mum, siblings and my cousins. Went to ride the cup thingy and its nice! Went to ride with this stranger. Idk who she is but she came up to me and asked if she could join us. So, i said yes. She followed us to most of the rides. Well, she's 19 and i'm surprised that i'm talking to a person of that age. Okayys. We rode the roller coaster(boring), the pirate ship and the superman thingy. The pirate ship was awesome! I scream out loud and everyone's looking at me. Embarrasing. Rode the same thing again and again until we had to go coz my mum was not feeeling well. I like her voice now! She cant speak now, having a sore throat. Bad sore throat. I hope i didnt get infected. Okayys. Gtg now, need to do smth with my cousin. BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYAFIQAH!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-6429313112275018677?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/6429313112275018677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=6429313112275018677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/6429313112275018677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/6429313112275018677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-long-time-never-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-7402292838820706394</id><published>2008-12-18T13:26:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T16:28:37.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUn_WNQJBZI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/o0XwiBeDIAU/s1600-h/S73F1278.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt; Okayys. These are the pictures that i owe you guys.&lt;br /&gt;Have fun looking at the buch of pictures. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kak Wany's 21st birthday celebration &amp;amp; adik's 12th in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUn_V6QVPLI/AAAAAAAAAYI/MpnPajLYM24/s1600-h/S73F1277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281032789948710066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUn_V6QVPLI/AAAAAAAAAYI/MpnPajLYM24/s400/S73F1277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Birthday girl, Kak Wany! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUn_VkrRRwI/AAAAAAAAAYA/Mcxv7AE0w8Y/s1600-h/S73F1276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281032784156116738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUn_VkrRRwI/AAAAAAAAAYA/Mcxv7AE0w8Y/s400/S73F1276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her cake. Chocolate Belgium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUn_B_dwrMI/AAAAAAAAAX4/ZbkLqqRP7rY/s1600-h/S73F1275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281032447749827778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUn_B_dwrMI/AAAAAAAAAX4/ZbkLqqRP7rY/s400/S73F1275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281032443190021330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUn_BuenjNI/AAAAAAAAAXw/xsJer2jQrr0/s400/S73F1273.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Caught you, Nek Busu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUn_BLyaFOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/I1ZIC39AUS4/s1600-h/S73F1272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281032433877783778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUn_BLyaFOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/I1ZIC39AUS4/s400/S73F1272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uncle's and my family! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUn_BLtwdlI/AAAAAAAAAXg/xVk3aYypt3c/s1600-h/S73F1271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281032433858278994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUn_BLtwdlI/AAAAAAAAAXg/xVk3aYypt3c/s400/S73F1271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The "kids".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUn_ApEYzII/AAAAAAAAAXY/IynFGGUv-_g/s1600-h/S73F1270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281032424557956226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUn_ApEYzII/AAAAAAAAAXY/IynFGGUv-_g/s400/S73F1270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUn5CkwriOI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/lM_CV2OEfE0/s1600-h/S73F1269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281025860691527906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUn5CkwriOI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/lM_CV2OEfE0/s400/S73F1269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her cake. Chocolate Marshmallow! :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUn5CQhy-DI/AAAAAAAAAXI/ylTvN8QQ5Xk/s1600-h/S73F1268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281025855260391474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUn5CQhy-DI/AAAAAAAAAXI/ylTvN8QQ5Xk/s400/S73F1268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss Nurhiwana's wedding! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14th of December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUn5CfEdBQI/AAAAAAAAAXA/q1WfaNg3s2c/s1600-h/S73F1267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281025859163849986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUn5CfEdBQI/AAAAAAAAAXA/q1WfaNg3s2c/s400/S73F1267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ammar, me, weiling, zahirah, afiq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUn5B1QxWKI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gSduz4wjUzw/s1600-h/S73F1266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281025847941224610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUn5B1QxWKI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gSduz4wjUzw/s400/S73F1266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUn5BokmQ9I/AAAAAAAAAWw/eX7ff4nTxiI/s1600-h/S73F1265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281025844534723538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUn5BokmQ9I/AAAAAAAAAWw/eX7ff4nTxiI/s400/S73F1265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUn4Up_U72I/AAAAAAAAAWo/818ZvxD8GGE/s1600-h/S73F1264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281025071821156194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUn4Up_U72I/AAAAAAAAAWo/818ZvxD8GGE/s400/S73F1264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUn4UUN_jFI/AAAAAAAAAWg/0Mdl1lWdDwE/s1600-h/S73F1263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281025065977089106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUn4UUN_jFI/AAAAAAAAAWg/0Mdl1lWdDwE/s400/S73F1263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUn4UdX1E0I/AAAAAAAAAWY/3MmiqgaLZ38/s1600-h/S73F1262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281025068434264898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUn4UdX1E0I/AAAAAAAAAWY/3MmiqgaLZ38/s400/S73F1262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUn4UA3NdmI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/kbYZEeotv6c/s1600-h/S73F1260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281025060781258338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUn4UA3NdmI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/kbYZEeotv6c/s400/S73F1260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zahirah must maintain too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUn4T3eqB8I/AAAAAAAAAWI/HVjbJWIy26o/s1600-h/S73F1259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281025058262353858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUn4T3eqB8I/AAAAAAAAAWI/HVjbJWIy26o/s400/S73F1259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUnz20vv6oI/AAAAAAAAAWA/_ngE8LUWkEI/s1600-h/S73F1258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281020161266018946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUnz20vv6oI/AAAAAAAAAWA/_ngE8LUWkEI/s400/S73F1258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUnz2vj2ZXI/AAAAAAAAAV4/-cBGvgFQPU0/s1600-h/S73F1257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281020159873934706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUnz2vj2ZXI/AAAAAAAAAV4/-cBGvgFQPU0/s400/S73F1257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUnz2Bo_QWI/AAAAAAAAAVw/yPxxUo-oCsQ/s1600-h/S73F1256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281020147547455842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUnz2Bo_QWI/AAAAAAAAAVw/yPxxUo-oCsQ/s400/S73F1256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUnz1rXTx6I/AAAAAAAAAVo/Lqgu685wu6I/s1600-h/S73F1255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281020141567723426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUnz1rXTx6I/AAAAAAAAAVo/Lqgu685wu6I/s400/S73F1255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Liyana, Zahirah and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUnz1bVM-dI/AAAAAAAAAVg/PD2mf4N-sS0/s1600-h/S73F1254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281020137263921618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUnz1bVM-dI/AAAAAAAAAVg/PD2mf4N-sS0/s400/S73F1254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUny7LwkgTI/AAAAAAAAAVY/y4lKPv69htI/s1600-h/S73F1253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281019136651329842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUny7LwkgTI/AAAAAAAAAVY/y4lKPv69htI/s400/S73F1253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUny6o-PPGI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/tqYrmNpttqM/s1600-h/S73F1252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281019127313415266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUny6o-PPGI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/tqYrmNpttqM/s400/S73F1252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Liyana and me, in the bus otw there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUny6ZynQcI/AAAAAAAAAVI/39DECrn5eJs/s1600-h/S73F1251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281019123238126018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUny6ZynQcI/AAAAAAAAAVI/39DECrn5eJs/s400/S73F1251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Makcik Zahirah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUny6EuViRI/AAAAAAAAAVA/TNGAlPWfnRE/s1600-h/S73F1250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281019117583042834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUny6EuViRI/AAAAAAAAAVA/TNGAlPWfnRE/s400/S73F1250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia Trip, Malacca. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13th of December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUny6HQGReI/AAAAAAAAAU4/JgCOGJ3c07M/s1600-h/S73F1248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281019118261519842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUny6HQGReI/AAAAAAAAAU4/JgCOGJ3c07M/s400/S73F1248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My twin bro and i. We dont look alike dont we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUnxzGmwyyI/AAAAAAAAAUw/S0g9cSwE-AI/s1600-h/S73F1247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281017898317433634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUnxzGmwyyI/AAAAAAAAAUw/S0g9cSwE-AI/s400/S73F1247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUnxzHOSWeI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Gykv2UhZQ6M/s1600-h/S73F1246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281017898483210722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUnxzHOSWeI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Gykv2UhZQ6M/s400/S73F1246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUnxy_IxEEI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ucxf21CnKeg/s1600-h/S73F1244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281017896312574018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUnxy_IxEEI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ucxf21CnKeg/s400/S73F1244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUnxy5lf_uI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/7vqBTXNqdUw/s1600-h/S73F1243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281017894822477538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUnxy5lf_uI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/7vqBTXNqdUw/s400/S73F1243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUnxAkqU4EI/AAAAAAAAAUI/qPsmd-A2d64/s1600-h/S73F1242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281017030212116546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUnxAkqU4EI/AAAAAAAAAUI/qPsmd-A2d64/s400/S73F1242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm scared, thats why i look like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUnxArEh8zI/AAAAAAAAAUA/GquGNXmhotQ/s1600-h/S73F1241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281017031932638002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUnxArEh8zI/AAAAAAAAAUA/GquGNXmhotQ/s400/S73F1241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Syafiq !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUnxAAyr8FI/AAAAAAAAAT4/_TNHkCpxy8o/s1600-h/S73F1240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281017020583506002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUnxAAyr8FI/AAAAAAAAAT4/_TNHkCpxy8o/s400/S73F1240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The donkey that i "rode".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUnvyCIlw2I/AAAAAAAAATg/FHfTziv5-ZU/s1600-h/S73F1238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281015680914015074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUnvyCIlw2I/AAAAAAAAATg/FHfTziv5-ZU/s400/S73F1238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari Raya Haji!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8th of December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUnvyMUSsHI/AAAAAAAAATY/JnrUsuZvza8/s1600-h/S73F1233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281015683647451250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUnvyMUSsHI/AAAAAAAAATY/JnrUsuZvza8/s400/S73F1233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUnvx-ab1LI/AAAAAAAAATI/f-1JOVUkXmw/s1600-h/S73F1227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281015679915119794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUnvx-ab1LI/AAAAAAAAATI/f-1JOVUkXmw/s400/S73F1227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUnvxpLnJ7I/AAAAAAAAATA/-KeMd0xK2eU/s1600-h/S73F1226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281015674215802802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUnvxpLnJ7I/AAAAAAAAATA/-KeMd0xK2eU/s400/S73F1226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUntUtnFpDI/AAAAAAAAAS4/sHUYw0r-Hmc/s1600-h/S73F1210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281012978165326898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUntUtnFpDI/AAAAAAAAAS4/sHUYw0r-Hmc/s400/S73F1210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUntUbL-qCI/AAAAAAAAASw/3yr7vrgry3s/s1600-h/S73F1196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281012973219784738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUntUbL-qCI/AAAAAAAAASw/3yr7vrgry3s/s400/S73F1196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Study Outing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5th of December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUntUdYWvII/AAAAAAAAASo/t69yN4PxZlw/s1600-h/S73F1188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281012973808565378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUntUdYWvII/AAAAAAAAASo/t69yN4PxZlw/s400/S73F1188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUntUE7ckwI/AAAAAAAAASg/SWeNGFcCoAQ/s1600-h/S73F1187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281012967244862210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUntUE7ckwI/AAAAAAAAASg/SWeNGFcCoAQ/s400/S73F1187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with mum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4th of December.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUntTtzhK9I/AAAAAAAAASY/b0QzmLknEJs/s1600-h/S73F1182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281012961037593554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUntTtzhK9I/AAAAAAAAASY/b0QzmLknEJs/s400/S73F1182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUnsTI8J2JI/AAAAAAAAASQ/MggDH3VSvVM/s1600-h/S73F1181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281011851630074002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUnsTI8J2JI/AAAAAAAAASQ/MggDH3VSvVM/s400/S73F1181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUnsS6dxZTI/AAAAAAAAASI/ti9NfeL9Qgs/s1600-h/S73F1176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281011847744546098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUnsS6dxZTI/AAAAAAAAASI/ti9NfeL9Qgs/s400/S73F1176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUnsSjQ2XeI/AAAAAAAAASA/Nfl2Rju6dPA/s1600-h/S73F1175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281011841516330466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUnsSjQ2XeI/AAAAAAAAASA/Nfl2Rju6dPA/s400/S73F1175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUnsSBVuEKI/AAAAAAAAAR4/tAzJc7gWGZ8/s1600-h/S73F1174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281011832409952418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUnsSBVuEKI/AAAAAAAAAR4/tAzJc7gWGZ8/s400/S73F1174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUnsSDRrcaI/AAAAAAAAARw/sGdy79qdHtA/s1600-h/S73F1173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281011832929874338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUnsSDRrcaI/AAAAAAAAARw/sGdy79qdHtA/s400/S73F1173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUnrfJkpB8I/AAAAAAAAARo/BFCEDsm3Ngo/s1600-h/S73F1171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281010958446692290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUnrfJkpB8I/AAAAAAAAARo/BFCEDsm3Ngo/s400/S73F1171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUnrfDe5PPI/AAAAAAAAARg/UI_P_S26mHc/s1600-h/S73F1168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281010956811975922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUnrfDe5PPI/AAAAAAAAARg/UI_P_S26mHc/s400/S73F1168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUnregtskbI/AAAAAAAAARQ/CgoX2UX5oUo/s1600-h/S73F1162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281010947478819250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUnregtskbI/AAAAAAAAARQ/CgoX2UX5oUo/s400/S73F1162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUnreQJscOI/AAAAAAAAARI/s_o65JImj7g/s1600-h/S73F1161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281010943032848610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUnreQJscOI/AAAAAAAAARI/s_o65JImj7g/s400/S73F1161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUnqmEuUpFI/AAAAAAAAARA/0AUf_ainqbI/s1600-h/S73F1159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281009977892578386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUnqmEuUpFI/AAAAAAAAARA/0AUf_ainqbI/s400/S73F1159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUnql16FGGI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/mp97uHKf604/s1600-h/S73F1154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281009973915359330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUnql16FGGI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/mp97uHKf604/s400/S73F1154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUnqlZSNFEI/AAAAAAAAAQg/LTWAAj1-GEo/s400/S73F1147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i'm done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No more to upload.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SYAFIQAH!(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you dont know how i feel about you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you dont know how much i miss you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you dont know how hurtful it is to say bye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you say bye, hearing you saying hello back takes a long time.&lt;/em&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;/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;/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;/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;/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/8201622858333481589-7402292838820706394?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/7402292838820706394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=7402292838820706394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/7402292838820706394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/7402292838820706394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/12/pictures.html' title='Pictures.'/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SUn_V6QVPLI/AAAAAAAAAYI/MpnPajLYM24/s72-c/S73F1277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-4477272457714214534</id><published>2008-12-15T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:47:27.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long post. SORRY!</title><content type='html'>Okayys. I didnt blog for days right? About 3 days? Ouh. Sorry about that. Went to Malaysia on saturday, one day trip. Went to Ms Nurhiwana's wedding on sunday and today, got school. Okayys. Today is so called the last day i'm going to school! WHEE.. Its not that i dont like coming to school but sorry, i dont have any rest! Went home at arnd 7 plus? Eat and all other stuffs make me sleep like arnd 12 or 1 in the mrng? And i have to wake up at 8am today. Been sick nowadays. Today, my voice sounds nice. Like man, hahaha. Ouh please, i wanna recover soon. Eventhough i was sick, i still enjoy my day today in school. Doing crazy stuffs that only crazy people do. Okayy crap. Zahirah today was super active and nonsense. Both Zahirah(s) i mean. Liyana too. Me? Okayy la, not that crazzy coz i wasnt in a good mood to be crazy. I'M SICK -.- Okayys. had rehearsal for next year's oreintation. I'm looking forward to see the new sec 1s next year, idk why. They're registering this friday if i'm not wrong, right? This friday is 19th. Which means, december is going to end soon. Very soon. Then school will be reopen. Cant wait to sch reopen but inn the same time, i dont want sch to reopen coz i havent finish my holiday assignments, ouh crap. I'm drawing some shit now, idk why. Too bored to wait for this someone to call me back but he didnt, after much waiting. Waste my time huh. Dont bother to if you're forced. Continue from jus now, so yeah. I complain to Andy about this one particular comm member of  ine. DAMN RUDE SEHH!! IF I KNOW HER, I'LL SCREAM AND SMACK HER FACE SIA. THEN I'LL TELL HER TO FCUK OFF. ARGH. She talks to me as if i'm her small sibl. Shit you. Dare to talk to me like that? You watch out ah i tell you! She even talk rudely to Andy. WTF. VICE-PRESIDENT LEHH. I think if he talk to fifi, idk what will happen next. I think it'll be the end of her. Thanks Andy for helping me. Thats the way that you should talk to her!(: Kick her out from psl mann.. SHE DONT DESERVE OR QUALIFIED TO BE A PSL! Okayys. After the rehearsal, sat in cg room and watch Zixi and skinny Zul play battleship. Did i tell you guys that i know how to play it? hahaa. I just knew. Lembab, i know. That time i played against Liyana and she won. Hate you amzar and adzfar for looking at my set and telling her. Play cheat, not fair!): Okayys. Watched them then skinny Zul lose i think. Played next round Zixi and Luke. Okayy this time Zixi lose, right? haha. Short term memory la me. After they play, i played against Ching Ye! Yeah i won! Woohoo! Zixi help me. But i think the lucky one is me la. Thats why win.(: After playing, i went to sleep in the cg room!(; Cant sleep that well coz Zixi was noisy, sitting beside me. But he moved after some time coz i complain, hahah. Sorry! Had some sleep then i heard Fifi saying that she wants to go home. I woke up, Zahirah also woke up. She was asleep too. Went home with both Zahirah, Liyana and Fifi but liyana had to meet hariz i think. So left with both zahirah and fifi. Walk, walk, walk, suddenly saw nasry. I called him, he waved and continue playing his psp. WTH. Camni ah layan orang? Argh. Fifi was like commenting about him. Okayy whatever it is i'm not gonna talk abt this. Accompany both zahirah to eat at Whitesands KFC and yeah, dont know what happen but i cried when they were eating. Embarrasing coz i can see that there's this guy who's looking at me, idk why and idc. blablabla... Went tm, took mrt with zahirah, talked then meet my family at pizza hut. Yummy dinner and then went to look for a cake for the birthday celebration. Ouhya. I'm having a chalet for 3 days starting from tmr so i wont be able to blog and to upload the pics. a day after that i have duties for sec 1s registeration. haha. 4days cannot update, sorry! Okayy lets talk abt sat and sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, 13th Dec.&lt;br /&gt;Went Malacca, WHEE.. But didnt sleep over like i usually do at my relative's house there. Instead we went for a day trip and went home at night. So, at Machap resting place, i saw Hawa and this sec3 chinese girl, idk her name but i recognised her. Reached malacca straightaway go eat the tradisional dish that i always eat. It kind of the road side eating place. Not big, and of course i cant tahan the flies and all but i love the delicious food there! Everyone was looking at me and they know that i'm a Singaporean. C'mon, they judge me by what i wear which obviously shows that i'm not like them. Okayy whatever. After eating, i went to ride a horse! A donkey actually, since all of the horses are being booked by people. So, ta-da! The people there were all children, or perhaps teenagers, no adults. So there this one boy who bring me one round of that particular area. First question he asked me when he was bringing me to the other side was "kakak ni orang s'pore ehk?" translation "You're from s'pore right?" something like that la. I was like saying to myself like duh. So i replied to him yes. And he called me kakak(older sis)? Am i that old? Then on the other side when there were only two of us, he say "okay you can ride the donkey by yourself". i was like no way. I scared the donkey run annd i fall. So i asked him to stand near to the donkey, eventhough the donkey walk by itself. Okayys. Suddenly, came to the funniest part of the ride. The donkey sneeze!! For like a few times. haha. So i was like actually carried up and down. Know what i mean? haiz. Then you know what that boy say? HE SAID THAT I'M TOO HEAVY FOR THE DONKEY TO CARRY ME ALL THE WAY! WTH. I thought in the first place he said that the donkey can carry me. -.- it was just a joke, lucky. So yeah, took pics till my mum forget to pay for the rides. Pics and more pics, till it rains. After that went to some other place then home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday 14th Dec.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Ms Nur's wedding. She looked different okayy. Prettier. Ate at one table with Liyana,  Zahirah, Ammar, Amzar and me of course. Then now i realised that Zahirah eats alot more than i know. Usually i know that a Macdonald meal is not enough for her. But she ate damn alot that day. 1 full plate of briyani rice with 2 chickens and some noodles. Then when she've finished the plates, she went to eat another plate of noodles! -.- Shocked la. Waited for Ms Nur to change outfit and then we took pics with her on the stage. Okayys. After that went to E!Hub wih the rest. They watched movie but  Zahirah and i wanted to go hom. Went down, then we ended up eating again. Hahah. At night, i called my 3 pathetic juniors to collect the pathetic $20 from them but i failed. One picked up,*i wont mention the name coz i'm not that cruel or bad. She picked up and this is what happened. I believed that the one who picked up the phone was her but i cant say things without evidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syafiqah: Hello, can i speak to .........?&lt;br /&gt;the person who picked up: Hello, ______ (she said her own name) die alrd.&lt;br /&gt;Syafiqah: Hello. Can i speak to...... please.&lt;br /&gt;the person who picked up: she's asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Syafiqah: ok. Can you ask her to call me back?&lt;br /&gt;the person who picked up: call ypu again for what?&lt;br /&gt;Syafiqah: Sorry, who are you?&lt;br /&gt;the person who picked up: i'm her mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*after a few seconds, the person put down the phone. I KNOWITS HER LA! STUPID IDIOT. &lt;a href="mailto:#@@#$$%%&amp;amp;*(^^$##$#$"&gt;#@@#$$%%&amp;amp;*(^^$##$#$&lt;/a&gt;. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayy i'm done here.&lt;br /&gt;SYAFIQAH!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-4477272457714214534?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/4477272457714214534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=4477272457714214534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/4477272457714214534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/4477272457714214534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/12/long-post-sorry.html' title='Long post. SORRY!'/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-905810279033667103</id><published>2008-12-12T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:41:06.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick, shit.</title><content type='html'>Hellos. haha. Okayys. Had school today, came late. Damn sleepy and i'm sick. We didnt even rehearse today but we clean up the HLA room. Rearrange every single furniture there, but it still look messy. -.- After much cleaning up, went to Downtown's Burger King and ate lunch! That Gene never tell me and zahirah abt buying the choc pie, so we didnt buy. We only realised that when Toby mention abt it. What the. Next time must tell us ah. Okayys. Went to aries at whitesands after that with zahirah, while the rest went to the national library to.... What were you guys doing there actually? Hmm.. okayys nvm. Bought a bangle for myself. Wanted to buy the white earrings, damn nice. But nvm la. Dont want to waste money. Went up to see what they're doing. So yeah, while walking up, we talked to each other. Family stuffs. haha. Our family like the same huh ira? Kind of la. Abt the things and conflicts and whatever it is. Talk, talk, talk, till we reach Pasir Ris mat station. Went home with Toby and yeah, talked again. He ask whether i feel odd when i'm with the whole group. I said ya, as i always do. hahas. Okkayy whatever. Speaking of him, just now while we're eating lunch at BK, Toby, Fifi, Zahirah and i were sitting on the same table. Then he say "maksiat,maksiat". hahas. That amzar go teach him that 'maksiat' is the translation of 'good'. I was like wth. He was learning some malay stuffs with us just now. He asked whats older brother in malay, and we tell him its abang. Then i say younger sis/bro is the same, its adik. Then i ask him whats older sis in malay. He says "abang". Haizz. Very funny la him. After that, he asked " How to say I'm a guy?" Then Fifi replied "saya laki." He was like "saya laki." and he thinks that its "lucky", get it? He thinks that malay guys are "lucky". Zahirah was lie not that lucky. After that came the funniest part of all. Zahirah asked him how to say i'm a girl in malay. He answered, "saya unlucky". Hahah, merepek sehh him. You know the opp of lucky is unlucky right? So he thinks that if he's not "laki", then he may be "unlaki", that kind of thing. Understand? If you dont, then nvm. Coz i suck at explaining things. Okayy. Going malaysia tmr, at 6am. Must sleep now. Goodnight, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYAFIQAH!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-905810279033667103?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/905810279033667103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=905810279033667103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/905810279033667103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/905810279033667103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/12/sick-shit.html' title='Sick, shit.'/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-2308559904177526835</id><published>2008-12-10T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:57:42.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. I'm bored. Know why? I cant go out. Not grounded., but have to attend smth in school. Fun, yeah i agree. I need a rest...!!! Okayy wow. Ignore me. I'm pissed with someone, i'm sad. I feel like..... okayy nvm. Went for rehearsal in school today!! Whee.. I laughed so hard today, till i have sore throat right now. Weird, but i'm really having a sore throat. Teaching Toby was fun. Really fun. He and his jokes. Haiz. At least amzar learns quite fast, eventhough he's like abit blur at times. Okayys. I cant wait till everything is over. I cant wait for the real day. I'm sure its gonna be fun. So, all those sec 1s wannabe, get ready to laugh out loud. Hahs. Okayy i need a rest. Cant wait for tmr, still got rehearsal. Okayy bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYAFIQAH!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you know it from the beginning, you wouldnt have been doing it right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;doing that doesnt get you out from the problems that you're facing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;instead, it'll add in more problems to it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe you got your own reasons for not telling me the truth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its okayy, i understand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just in case you dont know, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll be here for you if you need me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;someday you'll know what i mean.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-2308559904177526835?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/2308559904177526835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=2308559904177526835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/2308559904177526835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/2308559904177526835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-2595629973220977698</id><published>2008-12-08T23:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:48:03.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored.</title><content type='html'>Well, hellos. Sorry, for being soo lazy to blog. Bored but lazy. So, basically now, I'll list out the things that i did the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th December.&lt;br /&gt;Went out to study with Ira and Ain. And that someone too. Okayy, malas to upload pics. Sorry!(: So, went t3 macds and study. Well, i didnt do anything else but writing out info in the scrapbook. Was doing geog holiday assignment for the whole entire day. Didnt managed to finish up my homeworks. Wanna know something? I dont do homeworks at home. I do them all outside of the house, idk why. Another is that i scratched one innocent person today. SORRY!): Ver very very sorry about that. Didnt intend to. You know, my fingernails are fucking long now and i cant cut it right now. Wait till i finish my that one la. So yeah. Btw, who ask you to snatch my things and see it? Its personal okayys. I know you dont like me to hide things from you but that piece of paper wasnt for you to read. Its something personal. So, you cant really blame me for scratching you. And yeah, i left a scar there. It was kind of want to bleed. OPPSEEYY. hahas. Sorry la. Okayys. After much of that, went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th December.&lt;br /&gt;Got wedding invitation. So, went with my mum only. Since it was her boss's daughter's wedding. Okayy. Ate their. And i found out that my mum's boss nyer daughter is a teacher! Cool. Teaching at Tampines JC. hahah. After i finish eating, we went off coz there were soo many people and limited seats. Say bye bye and blah. Went home, bored. Nothing to do. Ira say she wanted to ask me out to study but she remembered that i have madrasah. haha. I've finished madrasah la babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th December.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday right? Haiya soo boring. Did absolutely nothing at home. Eat, watch tv, chat, sleep. So, watched the story 9 September at Suria. Nice movie la. Soo touching. Eventhough i've watched it like a million times, i never regret watching it again, idk why. Okayys. Was watching tv at arnd 12+am, and there my cousins came with the ketupats for tmr. Hahah. And believe it or not, i ate the ketupats soon as i see them. As in, i straight away take a plate and eat 1 piece of it. Yummy. I love ketupats. Acting like i was hungry, but actually i am. A packet of instant noodles dont make me full. Okayy talking craps here. Ate, they went off at arnd 1+am and then i go sleep. Want to sleep alrd, then ira sms-ed me saying that she needs to talk to me. I said yes, and there we're talking for like a ffew hours, till 3am. -.- But i was having a great time talking to you sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th December, TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;Well, Selamat Hari Raya Haji! I woke up late today, nearly noon. My uncle and his family was waiting for me outside in the living room and there, i can still sleep. Adik woke me up and yeah. My aunt was like "Hari Raya muka burokk baru bangun." Something like that. She was saying that i have a very ugly face when i woke up in the morning of hari raya. Okayy craps. Bathe, wear baju kurung and eat. Yummy food waiting for me in the kitchen la. Hahah. Crap. Took pictures, and after they went off, i got no friends, so i watched The Princess Diaries and Monster Inc, while my mum, sis and bro went to Eastpoint for idk what. I lazy to follow, so i sat at home with nenek. After watching Monster Inc, my other cousins came. WOW. FRIENDS. haha. But they are all older than me okayys. But at least i'm not the youngest. My adik is. hahaha. Sat down with them, listen to them talking about finding jobs. They are actually kind of my aunts but i called them kakak so i can call them my cousins kan? Forget about it. One of them is working at Victoria Concert Hall. I was like wow. Haha. Btw, the oldest of them is having a dance performance at NUS Cultural Centre Hall. COOL. I'm gonna watch her perform. Its malay dance babe. Hahas. Okayys much of talking, they all went home and here, i got nothing to do but writing this post. I still got a report to do, about someone and i've not done that. Whoops. Fifi is gonna be mad at me huh? Better go do. When i really dont know what to write. Okayy write what? About him. Yeah. Okayy blur now. Better start writing it now. BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYAFIQAH!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can someone ask me out?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm super bored at home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna go out eventhough i'm seriously broke now.):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-2595629973220977698?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/2595629973220977698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=2595629973220977698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/2595629973220977698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/2595629973220977698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/12/bored.html' title='Bored.'/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-1793217916114133697</id><published>2008-12-04T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T23:22:15.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much today. But its happy day. Went dinner with my mum. As in her company's dinner. The company that she work at la. Not hers. Okayy. Wore smth simple. Didnt manage to wear my pink satin tube!): coz i had to wear black. So, my mum's friend gave this black dress to me. Nice, eventhough its like abit not-of-my-taste. I wont show any pictures here. Want to see, wait for me to upload it on friendster. Or maybe not. Jambu kan ain? Hahah. Perasan. Okayys. Went makeover at 3pm, after that had a photography session. Macam modelling pulak. HAHAH. Okayys.  was asked to pose with the props there. Grrr. I dont know la. Did some phhotography, then see my photos. Not bad ah. Cheh.. haha. But, they have to take 1 month to finalize the pictures that i buy. Damn. They're editing the picture so it'll look more classy and nice. Tak berabok kan. Like studio photos. Btw, i read the terms&amp;amp;conditions before purchasing the pics that i want. It written there that they have the right to publish my photos as when they want. WTH. NO!!!! Later people will see my ugly face la dehh.): So people, if you see my face somewhr, dont spread it!(: Okayys. After mmakeover went to mum's office and waited for her friend coz they promised to go together. Wah. She soo jambu sehh. Hahah. Dressed up soo nice coz she receiving award this year. Whoosh. Took taxi, arrived at Marriott Hotel after a few minutes. Nice la.  First thing i saw, small kind-of-waterfalls at the sides. Woooww. The ballroom? Damn nice bodohh. hahas. Okayy, had dinner, till i'm like very full. I went to toilet alot of times okayy. Coz the waiter keep serving me drinks. Sumore the drink i like. Ape lagi? Minum ah. Hahah. Okayy. After much dancing and whatever they're doing, went home at 11 plus or 12am? Then never sleep yet. Go watch Taiwanese Drama that "someone" asked me to watch. Haiya. Corners with love. Nice story. Very sad. Haha. Okayys. Got to sleep. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-1793217916114133697?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/1793217916114133697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=1793217916114133697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/1793217916114133697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/1793217916114133697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-nothing-much-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-5293719484646111629</id><published>2008-12-03T20:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:07:10.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STaD-14G17I/AAAAAAAAAQY/ni6TzsEFSpE/s1600-h/DSC00094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275549129148651442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STaD-14G17I/AAAAAAAAAQY/ni6TzsEFSpE/s320/DSC00094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HELLO!(:&lt;br /&gt;Okayys. Was bored at home today, so i decided to go to the library, to read books. Asked my sis whether she wants to follow me, and she said yes. So, we went to Whitesands Library at arnd 3 plus. After much reading, my sis keep complaining that it was cold, so we went to downtown since she wants to eat at fish&amp;amp;co. Ate, bored. After eating, went to the beach for awhile, then my sis wanted to watch the Meet and Greet session for Madagascar 2. Went, and wow. Okayys. Kids stuffs. Tired now, tmr going dinner. Whee... Okayys, bye. Btw, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MEITING!(: I'll get you presents okayys. Soon. Ok bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYAFIQAH!(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-5293719484646111629?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/5293719484646111629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=5293719484646111629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/5293719484646111629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/5293719484646111629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-okayys.html' title=''/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STaD-14G17I/AAAAAAAAAQY/ni6TzsEFSpE/s72-c/DSC00094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-5343673186769155335</id><published>2008-12-02T20:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:07:14.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STUm8zgLO-I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/DSqT2wXLQDc/s1600-h/DSC00049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275165364593572834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STUm8zgLO-I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/DSqT2wXLQDc/s320/DSC00049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HELLO AGAIN!(:&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw this on my cousin's blog. Cute lehhs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A: Best GF/BF any one could have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;B: You love a certain someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;C: People cant help but check you out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;D: You are really lovable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E: You are a great kisser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;F: Easy to fall in love with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;G: You never let people tell you what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;H: You have a very good personality and good looks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I: People love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;J: People adore you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;K: You're wild and crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;L: Awesome kisser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;M: Handsome/Beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;N: Easy to fall in love with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;O: Best kisser ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;P: You are popular with all types of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Q: You are a hypocrite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;R: You love to kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;S: You are FREAKING CRAZY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;T: You are loyal to the ones you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;U: You really like to chill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;V: You're not judgemental.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;W: You are popular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;X: You never let people tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Y: Sexiest gal alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Z: Never good enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, wanna know mine? Some are not true about me.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is long, NURUL SYAFIQAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N: Easy to fall in love with. (maybe,maybe not)&lt;br /&gt;U: You really like to chill.&lt;br /&gt;R: You love to kiss. (absolutely NO!)&lt;br /&gt;U: You really like to chill.&lt;br /&gt;L: Awesome kisser. (EEEWWW)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: You are FREAKING CRAZY. (i agree)&lt;br /&gt;Y: Sexiest gal alive. (macam paham)&lt;br /&gt;A: Best GF/BF anyone could have. (macam paham)&lt;br /&gt;F: Easy to fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;I: People love you. (yeah right -.-)&lt;br /&gt;Q: You are a hypocrite. (i'm not)&lt;br /&gt;A: Best GF/BF anyone could have.&lt;br /&gt;H: You have a very good personality and good looks. (macam paham)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;br /&gt;SYAFIQAH!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i think i'm missing you more than i've ever had. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;since you're working, you tend to forget me sometimes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;is it because you dont need me anymore like how you badly do last time?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;is it because you need more rest so that you can work?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or is it because you've found my replacement?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it seems that we're getting further apart from each other,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i thought that we're getting even closer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we cant even meet or talk to each other on the phone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what more cant we do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-5343673186769155335?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/5343673186769155335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=5343673186769155335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/5343673186769155335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/5343673186769155335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-again-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STUm8zgLO-I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/DSqT2wXLQDc/s72-c/DSC00049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-8931190725369553176</id><published>2008-12-02T14:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T15:36:44.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Outing!(:</title><content type='html'>HELLO!(:&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, went ouut with my dancemates. Fun, eventhough its only a short meetup. We talked, we gossiped and alot more. Met up at Fish&amp;amp;Co, Downtown East at 2pm. Realised that alot were late. I should have walked way slower than how slow i walked yesterday. Miss him soo much, dont know why. Met them and waited for the rest to come. Chloe, Jeanette and Zahirah were late, but Zahirah came the latest. We bought our lunch first, while waiting for her. After that then she came. Ate lunch, then headed to the beach. We talk and talk and talk, as if its was the last meet up till next year. Much fun. Sat at the breakwaters but decided to move to the shelter since it was going to rain. Went to the shelter and guess what we did? We took alot of pics. I'll download it okayys? But not in this post. Much of doing that, we went to downtown macd and had some drink. Till then it was only left with a few of us so we decided to go home. Took bus 12 and went home with leona.&lt;br /&gt;At arnd 10pm, my family and i went to Changi Airport to send our relatives who are going to perform their Haj. Some religious stuffs. Wow. How i wish i could go there too. After that, we went to t3 macdonalds. Eat then go home. BYE.&lt;br /&gt;SYAFIQAH!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-8931190725369553176?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/8931190725369553176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=8931190725369553176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/8931190725369553176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/8931190725369553176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/12/dance-outing.html' title='Dance Outing!(:'/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-9037190460333830279</id><published>2008-11-28T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T22:28:48.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okayys. Hello. haha. I dont know why, but i'm super happy today. Went out to study with him and my pri sch friend., Afiqah. But actually, we diidnt even study. We end up doing, idk what crap. SHIT LA. I want to stuudy sehh. I wont go out with her again if i want to study sehh. I'll only go out with her iif i want to jalan2. Haiya. Waste time lehh. First, i was late. So, nasry had to wait for me like 1 hr plus and he's like angry at first, then okayy. Dont know what happened to him, but he was hugging my bag almost all the time. WEIRD PERSON. hahas. And, wah, damn. Had to wait for Afiqah for another 1 hr plus. So, i waited for her 1 hr plus and nasry waited for me and her for 2 hr  plus, doing nothing and he was fucking pissed off with her actually. Haha, okayy forget it. Dont know wha we do next, but she left me and nasry at the beach. Wah damn her. I'M NOT LIKE YOU. I dont like "spending time". Its nonsense. And its unneccesary for me to spend time with him coz we're not together babe. Get it right in your head. We're just close friends. You just can see him with me almost everyday. But holiday, impossible i'm busy. So, no time to talk2 to him or "spend time"  with him. Forget all that nonsense, coz i just dont like it. We can just talk on the phone for hours right nas? haha. Okayys. Ate with him at downtown alfresco. I ate Nasi Gorend Belacan, super nice, but damn spicy so i end up not finishing the food. Haha, know me well kan? He ate my food., as usual when i cant finish. HE'S SOMEKIND LIKE ZAHIRAH HERE. LIKE TO FINSH UP MY FOOD RIGHT? Finish up my food, then i go find that girl who left me alone. She went around, without me but with my bro's phone. And if i dont find her, my bro will be angry coz i ddint get the phone back. YOU MADE ME WALK AROUND THE PLACE FOR FUCKING ALOT OF TIMES LEH. ANGGRY SEHH. Luckily, dont know what went innto his body, soo kind to help me find her. Usually he will be fed up, now he's the one who wants to help. Okayy, weird again. So, he was like "You shouldnt trust someone who you havent meet up for a long time. They might change ookay." Haha. Like my bf pulak. Okayy nonsense, he's not. So, when i meet her finally, i was like pissed lah. But dont care ah, she's still my friend. She was like "Eh take care of her ah". DAMN. haha. Nasry was like pissed with her, coz she make me like this, so he didnt answer. Haha. Okayys. so then he sent me to mrt station and bye bye. Went home, chat with leona and charlotte.. Didnt believe what they say, but i trust them. They were damn pissed off with this someone., who've changed, ALOT. Okayy, i'm not doing anything now, coz i wasnt there yesterday when  all of this happen during dance. Ok i'm off., bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYAFIQAH!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for all the help.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can see that you're trying to change day by day. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep on with it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-9037190460333830279?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/9037190460333830279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=9037190460333830279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/9037190460333830279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/9037190460333830279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/11/okayys.html' title=''/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-3332109463978105691</id><published>2008-11-26T21:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T22:04:32.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GREAT DAY.</title><content type='html'>I am sick. WOW. Bad flu, and yeah today is his birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KENTAL!(: He is one. Hahah. Okayy.. In the morning, got to know that ira cant come for the PSL thing with me. Haiya. Get well soon babe. You ah, everytime come back from holiday will confirm fall sick one. Right? Just get well soon kays. So, in the morning, like really early in the morning, met nasry. And gave him his birthday present. Haha. Nice kan? Must thank me byk2 hor. Okayys. When i was talking to him, got this 2 girls from dont know where suddenly came up to me to borrow my phone. They told me that they left their bag on a bench then they went to jog. AND THEY ARE SOO MEREPEK TO LEAVE THEIR HANDPHONES AND WALLETS IN THE BAG. Haiya. Went to help them, while he go and open the present that i gave him. -.- Okayy. Followed them coz i scared they'll steal my phone. Dont know why, but just feel bad. They are strangers and anything can happen right? So, yeah. At last they go call the police but dont want their parents to know abt these. Nonsense. I was late for the PSL thing. So he sent me to sch and we rush. Reached school, and saw like all the heads and vps. Told them why i was late and Andy knew that i was having a date. OMG. It wasnt la. I was wondering who told him that. Haiya, nvm. I felt kind of bored and left out, so i left. Last minute, went to follow my dancemates and some others too, go swimming at some condo. FUN LA. I want go again! Haha. And i was surprised to see him with them. I said that he was soo lucky, coz of some reasons. So yeah. Went to eat with them after that, annd i was sneezing all the way. Really bad. Went home straight after eating. Took bus 12 withh leona and we're like talkiing and talking. Forget him, leona. He's not for you. You deserve someone better. Went home, got high fever and mum was like "tmr dont need go for dance". Wah, i scared sehh kak intan angry. Ok gtg. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYAFIQAH!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dont know why, but i think i'm loving you more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-3332109463978105691?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/3332109463978105691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=3332109463978105691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/3332109463978105691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/3332109463978105691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/11/great-day.html' title='GREAT DAY.'/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-6951790104765470194</id><published>2008-11-22T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T21:14:19.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okayy, had exams today, cool. I dont know to answer for some. And the guy who sat at the same row as me, as in beside me la, keep kicking my chair. Perhaps he wants answers. So, i ignored him and he stop. Sorry ehk, aku sendiri tak blaja, kau sedap2 mintak answers. -.- Okayys. Ended like damn early, at 3.30pm today. So my friends and i  went to bedok's macdonalds. Ate a meal, and ouh, delicious. I was damn hungry la. No recess just now, Two straight papers. Went home an dhalfway, it was raining so heavy, decided to wait awhile but it seems too long, so my bro and i walked in the rain. Reach home, got food. Haiya. Just eaten, so ignored. Bored,bored,bored. Just read the manja magazine, and these artist nowadays ah, cannot stop gossiping la.  Uh, whatever la. Its not that everyone is perfect right? Haiya. Okayy, ain tagged me this thingy, so i'll do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE RULES AND REGULATIONS:&lt;br /&gt;1) Each player of this game starts off with 10 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;2) People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 10 weird things/habits/little know facts as well as state this rule clearly.&lt;br /&gt;3) No tag back.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm choosy, but i learn how to be grateful. So, choosy at times, but not to food. I eat anykind of food. HAHAHA. But of course, it must be nice la.&lt;br /&gt;2) I hate nonsense. But i myself do random stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;3) I prefer things which i like, not forced. I do/choose things which i like.  If i dont like it, you cant force me.  Dont tell me what to do, i'm big enough to decide whats best for me. I'll ask for help if i need one.&lt;br /&gt;4) I'm soft-hearted, and i hate it alot. I LOVE TO CRY. So, if you dont want to see me cry non-stop, better dont hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;5) I love people, not for their looks, but for the characters. If i fell in love with their characters, then i'll love them. -.- crap. I trying to say that looks doesnt matter to me., as long as you have a good character. Buat ape klau muke lawa abeh perangai mcm ish., buruk.&lt;br /&gt;6) Dont bitch me, or trying to act cute and stuff like that to me coz i hate it! I'll like you if you're yourself. It doesnt matter if you look good or not. Try to talk things behind my back, and you'll get what you want. If you dont like me, spill it out. Its better to hear the truth then hearing lies. Tell me, and i'll try to improve.&lt;br /&gt;7) I LOVE WINNIE THE POOH! If you give me one, i'll love you!(whoever it is). I'm kind of girly but i'm not that. I'm average. I like dresses and flowers and teddy bears.(: Overall, i love presets and gifts.&lt;br /&gt;8) Bring me somewhere that i could explore and learn about, like overseas. I love to go to Spain. And Mexico. And NewYork. And Brunei. And alot more. Just bring me on vacation, i'll rmb&amp;amp; love you forever.&lt;br /&gt;9) I dont like it that i'm soo blur and lazy. I have to start doing my revision and homeworks and i have to be more focus in studies. Love, put aside.&lt;br /&gt;10) Another habit of mine, i love to eat, sleep, dance and sing. And the weird thing is, i love eating ice. I wont forget to finish up my drink and eat my ice whenever i eat outside. Even at home too. When i feel bored and thirsty, i'll take  a few ice to  suck or crush or whatever it is. I also like to experiment or try out new things. Bt please, not sex. I'm underaged and i dont even wanna do it. I think its disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END!&lt;br /&gt;SYAFIQAH!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-6951790104765470194?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/6951790104765470194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=6951790104765470194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/6951790104765470194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/6951790104765470194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/11/okayy-had-exams-today-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-6402246339480404942</id><published>2008-11-21T20:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T20:27:36.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WE GIRLS, SHOULDNT TRUST BOYS THAT MUCH!</title><content type='html'>I felt sad for Leona. Cheer up okayy girl? Hmm.. today got openhouse again in school but we didnt dance. No mood, and dont even want. Why must we dance? Haiya. So, we talk and sing and sleep in the dance room till 2pm. And sadly, i have to sweep and mop the dance floor, coz its damn yucks and i cant stand it. At least i didnt clean up all by myself la. Lucky sehh, or else i'm pissed off sehh. Okayys. After everything of that, Charlotte and i went to watch Beverly Hills Chihuahua. Damn nice bodohh. Actually before that, we went to fish&amp;amp;co to eat lunch but didnt have enogh time, so we pack everything and eat it in the cinema itself. Something happened at fish&amp;amp; co and i dont want to mention it. In fact, i was angry! Forget it. So, after watching that funny show, charlotte and i went to the beach and she was like, "i want to see crocodiles!" I was like huh? Crocodiles? I mean, i do love exploring and adventuring like you, but crocodiles? I dont even want to meet any of them except for the ones at crocodile farm la. I could be eaten! Oh. End of life. No. I dont want that to happen. Sheesh. So, after much of the crocodiles thingy, i went to meet my mum at pasir ris costa sands chalet. She and my cousin want to book a chalet to celebrate my cousin's 21st birthday on somewhr in dec.(should i mention when? hmm. maybe not.) Okayys. They were damn late. So i went in and sat at the benches infront of the swimming pools. Awww.., i miss swimming! I've not been swimming for like 1 or 2 years? ): I WANNA GO SWIMMING! See the people all swimming, i get bored. So, listen to music and wnet emo-ing. Eh i dont know why but i like emo-ing these days. Okayys. They came like another few mins time and we went to book the rooms. After that, went to downtown to meet my sis and other cousins annd ate at the downtown alfresco. Ate Nasi Goreng Belacan. OMG. DAMN SPICY BUT YUMMY!(; Went home after that coz mum doesnt want to watch movie. Tmr got madrasah exam, tauhid and sirah. I'm gonna die. I havent study!):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-6402246339480404942?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/6402246339480404942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=6402246339480404942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/6402246339480404942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/6402246339480404942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-girls-shouldnt-trust-boys-that-much.html' title='WE GIRLS, SHOULDNT TRUST BOYS THAT MUCH!'/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-5742087151367756420</id><published>2008-11-20T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T20:12:13.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OPEN HOUSE!, RELEASE OF PSLE RESULTS.</title><content type='html'>Today, as every haisians know, there's an open house in our school. Perfromance? Dont wanna talk about it. Some bitch commented about our dance. (I use the word "bitch" because i'm very very angry). went to school at arnd 9am, and the dance room was not open. Waited for leona to open the room. While waiting for her, went to the canteen and met Cheryl, Rishon and Yu Ching.(okayy i dont know how to spell her name, sorry!) They were doing the stuffs for our dance booth. Bored, so i went to the bookshop and bought rubber band to tie up my wet hair. But, the rubber band "broke" and i have to but another one. Kind aunty, she gave me for free. Tied up my hair, and went into the hla room, and i saw fifi, sort of scolding the juniors. She is actually scolding la, for what i think, its only that she dont raise up her voice- coz she hates shouting. One thing that i realised about her is that she's too nice. Thats good, but its not good if the juniors are like that. But, she is A GOOD PRESIDENT you know. Right fifi? haha. Okayys. At 11am, went to adik's primary school to see her results. Okayy la, as long as she pass, i'll be happy for her. Rush back to school then they tell me that we're gonna perform at 4pm? WTH. I RUSH LEHH. Nvm la. Dance and after that they wanted to lepak at downtown. Didnt follow, coz i hate to lepak and if my dad saw me lapak-ing, he'll slap me infront of everyone, so better dont lepak right? Went home but when i was alrd otw home, adik ask to wait for them at simei mrt station, coz they all going out to celebrate, just because she pass. -.- Okayy... When i pass last time, i didnt get anything right? Did i? Hmm..nvm. So, went to t2 and ate at Fresh Bulggogi. Yum Yum. Damn nice la. First time eating at that restaurant, and also first time, eating korean style food. I WANT TO EAT THERE AGAIN! But to me, its very very ex la. Pity my mum. Have to pay like nearly $200 for the food of 8 person. Actually okayy la. I eat alot what.., then confirm need alot of money. haha. After eating, went to cocoa trees and bought chocolates and sweets! haha. After that, home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, the last few days, i only had dance practices for syf. So, nothing going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYAFIQAH!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-5742087151367756420?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/5742087151367756420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=5742087151367756420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/5742087151367756420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/5742087151367756420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/11/open-house-release-of-psle-results.html' title='OPEN HOUSE!, RELEASE OF PSLE RESULTS.'/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-4890504064776474515</id><published>2008-11-17T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T19:53:29.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Had class bbq today..&lt;br /&gt;Went to meet ira at 6pm, somewhr at downtown. So, went straight to the pasir ris park and searched for our bbq pit. Dont know whr isit, so, went to walk straight, from escape exit. Saw junyuan's jersey's no. and heard yanting's loud voice. Guessed right when they call out our names. Went to the bbq pit, saw zi cong, pity him. He's been trying hard to start the fire when the rest played frisbee? Help him, and called for the rest to help us out and done, start barbeque-ing! Yum Yum. Nothing much, but i was fasting today. And i had nice dinner huh? Went off at arnd 10.30pm, walked to whitesands with ira and yanting. I reached home at 11.30pm, and lucky, there were guests. Didnt get scolded, tired so sleep la. I'll get the pics from yanting and post it on friendster or maybe blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYAFIQAH!(;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-4890504064776474515?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/4890504064776474515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=4890504064776474515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/4890504064776474515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/4890504064776474515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-3280083936644394097</id><published>2008-11-15T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T15:05:07.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okayy.. Today got madrasah. And i had fun, not about the lessons, but what we talk about and what we share.(we refers to my two friends and me, wont mention who la). Today, we join class with the other sec1 class. The one that we usually combine with whenever our teachers never come. Since we have the same teachers, so we combine class and the teachers(ustazahs) will take turns, teaching us. OKiiess. We sat at the back of our class, same row as the guys from the other class. THAT GUY. Okayy stop it. -.- So, we have to hafal(mrmorise) the surahs, which was part of our exams..(i just rmb that i have madrasah exams nxt sat! :x) Okayys. I need to hafal 1 more surah. One of my friend needs to hafal 2 surahs. And s he took ages to hafal ah. haha. I helped her, and people was like seeing us, but dont care. I wanna help my friend,lol. So, i was like saying the thing word by word, and she was like echoing me. Embarassing, but fun. haha. OKayy, move forward. I was busy doing with my amaths stuff, and my friends, each on my side, was passing this paper. I got some kind curious, so i looked at the paper. They can still gossip abt this girl, who they dont like. haha. Sempat ehk. I know who's the girl, and i wont mention who. We just dont like her. She cheated on MY MONEY. Big sum, so i dont bother to layan her anymore. Ok, blablabla. Went home after madrasah, and found out that my grandmother and mum is going out. Followed them, while my bro and sis stayed at home with my grandfather. They going somewhere too, to buy this guitar for bro.  So, my mum, grandmother and me went to this retaive house to pass her smth. I went out, for the first time, with tudung. Haha. Not first time actually la. first time after madrasah. Okayys. Went her house, eat, chit chat, and then the nenek's daughter c ame with her 4 children. 1 aged 12, the other aged 9, the other aged 5 and last one aged 1+ years old. So, i dont know how, they get friendly with me., eventhough we meet quite alot of times, i have never talk to them any single word. But now, i was talking to them. So, the one aged 5 was quite talkative, she told me evrything, like idk what. I just listen to her. They was from the library, so she took out the  books and so did the younger bro(aged 1+). And, they asked me to read the books for them! Wah, i feel like i'm a mom now. I read a few sentences, and they did smth else. So, blablabla, went home, so tired and sleepy. Ok i dont feel like  telling anymore. The End, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYAFIQAH!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-3280083936644394097?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/3280083936644394097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=3280083936644394097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/3280083936644394097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/3280083936644394097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/11/okayy.html' title=''/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-8428394330845672187</id><published>2008-11-14T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T22:18:35.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you just like uh, understand me?</title><content type='html'>Story one:&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why but these few days, i just dont feel like having you around. You just dont make me happy. Instead sometimes, you make me angry. Angry, coz of your stupid nonsense. See it? STUPID NONSENSE. Without your stupid nonsense, i know that i can love you never ending. But now, i just want you to stop your stupid nonsense. I know you're perhaps, trying your best to make me happy. With all the lame stuffs that you say/do. I know. You've tried. But in the wrong way, sometimes. NONSENSE. I HATE NONSENSE. Its like, why should you say smth nonsense? Its a  waste of time, and time is very very very precious. You waste an hour, with nonsense stuffs, thats it. Its like, haiya, can you just make this phrase stuck in your mind that I DONT TOLERATE NONSENSE AND I HATE IT? Stop it la sehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story two:&lt;br /&gt;Miss me? Ouh i miss you too. BUT, it hurts la when i miss you soo much and you cant even meet me. AND YOU CAN EVEN SAY THAT YOU DONT FEEL LIKE MEETING ME FOR THE REST OF THE MONTHS, TILL NEXT YEAR? WTF. Wah, damn it. I just feel like killing myself and take my heart out and replace yours to mine, and let you feel what i feel now. Then now, whenever i dont feel like meeting you, then you want to meet me? Eh tknk meet sudah la. And you can still ask me whether i'm angry or not? What seh. Confirm dont know me well kan? Hey, you've known me for like 11 months alrd la, and you still dont know. And now, i'm glad that you know, that I'M ANGRY, AT YOU! Argh. I just dont know what to do. And if you read this, dont be sad or what coz you make me write this all. Whatever it is, i just want you to know that ily but i just cant stand your attitude anymore. Your make something else like more impt than me last time, you hurt me then, and now, you layan me as if like sometimes, you just layan me for the sake of not making me sad. Ala, i'm talking rubbish now la. I better stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story 3:&lt;br /&gt;After much of that merepeks on top, i want to talk abt what i did today. Okayys. Went  study with yanting,weiling,ira,nasuha,darren,shuqiang,junwean and also brought farhana along. Nasuha, farhana and me reach t3 first, so we waited for they all(weiling,ira,yanting) at t3 macd. Wah, soo long ah. Like from 1.50pm to 3pm? Ira lah. Haiya. Okayy. So, while waiting, went walk2 with nasuha and farhana. Walk2 at t3 and t2. Went mini toons at t2 and saw BIGBIGBIG WINNIE THE POOH! Whee... At last got stock here. Actually my mum saw it first at BHG Bugis, and when i went thr to buy it, it was out of stock. Then now got stock at t2 mini toons! (Beg mum to come down and but for me.) Okayy. So, after walk2, we meet them when they've reached at t3 macd. Study,study,study. I took like 1 solid hour or more, just to solve the first questions for a maths hol assignment! Argh. When i solve alrd, asked yt for answers and her answers was diff. Look at it, and she say that ms woo change the quest and have to sub the equation to y=2x-1 instead of y=2x-3. I was like wth. I spent 1 hour or more, to solve the question, and now sub wrongly! =.= Damn pissed, i gave up and did english. See english need to write many things, went to do amaths again(no choice). Did some a maths and went off to eat at the staff canteen at t2. Wah, we walk and walk like never ending. I didnt know that there was a staff canteen there, haha. Okayy, fast forward, went eat and went off to meet my mum. Saw her, and she was carrying a big plastic bag from mini toons. MY MUM BOUGHT ME THE BIG BIG BIG POOH! YAY! thanks and i love you!!!(: Took mrt with them and mum, then home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Darren call me ass for like, soo many times. (showed him middle finger just now)&lt;br /&gt;SORRY!(: I swear, i will flatten his hair one day! We took ALOT of pics today, i'll wait till ira post them and i'll grab them!(; and maybe, post it. Either on friendster or blog. Ok bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYAFIQAH!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm sorry but you make me angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;SORRY KAES?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-8428394330845672187?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/8428394330845672187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=8428394330845672187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/8428394330845672187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/8428394330845672187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/11/can-you-just-like-uh-understand-me.html' title='Can you just like uh, understand me?'/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-9186601610342286848</id><published>2008-11-12T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:21:36.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>QUIZ! QUIZ! QUIZ!</title><content type='html'>Okayy.. Hi people. Damn bored today.. Went jogging with bro from simei to pasir ris. Cool. hahas. Meet my mum at eastpoint, then went to but some things and went home. At home, my mum smelled smth burning, and i discovered that it was coming from the level below us. So, my bro, being in ncdcc, "so brave" came down and saw some things burning. It was a small fire actually but it went bigger and bigger. So, my grandfather went down with the fire extinguisher. He asked the person below us what happened and they say that it was their neighbour. Their neighbour played some fire stuffs and they ran off and lock their house door when the fire start burning. So irresponsible. Nonsense. By then, my level is full of smoke. So, we put out the fire and went up back. haha. So brave huh? It make us panic la. My grandmother thaought that something is burning agan at our house, coz last time early this year, our house got burned because of the oven. -.- Okayy enough of this nonsense, lets do the quiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;QUIZ TIME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;1. The person who tagged you is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ain girlfriend!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;2. Your relationship with him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;She's my girlfriend la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;3. Your 5 impressions of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sweet, loving, caring, cute and prettaye!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;4. The most memorable thing that she had done for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;She's my second counsellor. She advices me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;5. The most memorable thing she had said to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;She said that she loves me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;6. If he/she becomes your lover, things that he/she has to improve on will be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;She's not my lover and she wont be coz we're not lesbians. But she's my girlfriend. Okayy nonsense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;7. If he/she becomes your enemy, you will?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;We wont. If we did, then i'll talk things out with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;8. What is it you want to tell her now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I LOVE YOU GIRLFRIEND!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;9. Your overall impression about her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;She's my girlfriend and i love her.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;10. How do you think people around you feel about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;How would i know? Unless they tell me, but now, they didnt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;11. The characters you love of yourself are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm nice, i dont bite. Even if you hurt me, i wont do anything. Instead i'll ignore you. Haaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;12. On the contrary, the characters you hate of yourself are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Blurness. Hate it alot. And i guess, i'm too soft-hearted. And i can cry soo easily huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;13. The most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I love the way i am now, MYSELF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;14. For people that care and like you, say something to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thanks for being my friend, i love you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;15. List ten people in your mind:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;1) Ira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;2) Ain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;3) Ria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;4) Syiqin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;5) Farhana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;6) Meiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;7) Jelynn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;8) Tiffany &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;9) Evelina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;10) Umairah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;16. Who is no. 6 having relationship with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I dont know, ask her la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;17. Is no. 9 a male or a female?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Female.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;18. If no. 7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nope. They are not lesbo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;19. What is no. 2 studying about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Same as me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;20. When was the last time you had chat with no. 3?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;21. What kind of music band do no.8 like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hmm.. I'm not sure. Sorry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;22. Does no. 6 have any siblings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ermm, ya. If i'm not wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;23. Will you woo no. 3?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Obviously no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;24. How about no. 7?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;No. Eventhough we share boyfriend. POOH! Right jelynn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;25. Is no. 4 single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Maybe, but she's hot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;26. What is the surname of no. 5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;haha, her name is Nurul Farhana Bte Salleh. Am i right? or not? :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;27. What is a hobby of no 10?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hmm... Playing her music instrument?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;28. Does no. 5 and 9 get along well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;They dont even know each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;29. Where is no. 2 studying at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Same as me, Hai Sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;30. Talk about something for no. 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;She's my sister. And i share secrets with her!(;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;31. Have you tried developing feelings for no. 8?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;We're not lesbians!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;32. Where does no. 9 live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pasir ris!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;33. What colour does no. 4 like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ermm., pink i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;34. Are no.1 and 5 best friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;They dont even know each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;35. Does no. 1 have any pets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;No. If she has one, i think it'll be dead the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;36. Is the no. 7 the sexiest person in the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;YES! YES! YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;37. What is no. 10 doing now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;How would i know?! Ask her la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Okayy i'm done! At last! Whee... Till here then, bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;SYAFIQAH!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-9186601610342286848?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/9186601610342286848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=9186601610342286848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/9186601610342286848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/9186601610342286848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/11/quiz-quiz-quiz.html' title='QUIZ! QUIZ! QUIZ!'/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-4888219433998591877</id><published>2008-11-09T22:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T23:01:38.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BORED.</title><content type='html'>I'm waiting for your call. Please call me.);&lt;br /&gt;Okies. Btw, i'm bored. I WANNA GO OUT! I miss everyone. We're going for a picnic and cycling right FREAKKS? YAY! Cant wait any longer. I miss all of you.&lt;br /&gt;I MISS....:&lt;br /&gt;-IRA SISTA&lt;br /&gt;-AIN GIRLFRIEND&lt;br /&gt;-FIZAH GF'S SCANDAL&lt;br /&gt;-FARAH,my so called laughing gas. She make me laugh until i wanna cry.&lt;br /&gt;-ZUL, my so called big bro.(he's been missing, oh gosh!)&lt;br /&gt;-NATASHA,my so called counsellor&lt;br /&gt;-so called SUNSHINE(hehe)&lt;br /&gt;AND THE REST OF MY BELOVED CLASSMATES, PSL FRIENDS AND DANCE BABES.):&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i better stop it, before i go mad. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYAFIQAH!(:&lt;br /&gt;cepat la call me....):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-4888219433998591877?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/4888219433998591877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=4888219433998591877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/4888219433998591877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/4888219433998591877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/11/bored.html' title='BORED.'/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-1600011565988474394</id><published>2008-11-08T18:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T18:53:25.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You treat me well, then i'll treat you well too.</title><content type='html'>See my title? I really mean it. I think some people are taking advantage on me. My kindness. And all that craps. I learnt that i should not trust anyone 100%. But if you are my truly best friend, dont worry babes or dudes, i trust you guys alot. Something happened during madrasah time, and i'm very very angry at that person. Wont mention who, maybe if you are reading this, figure it out yourself. Andand, i want more outings please. Okayy random. Waiting for :&lt;br /&gt;-17 Nov, class bbq!-see whether i got the mood to go or not.&lt;br /&gt;-13 Nov, DANCE! and cycling with madrasah babes.&lt;br /&gt;-14 Nov, A-maths revision with Insyira and Farhana.&lt;br /&gt;Andand, ira please get the dates quickly for our outing with the rest! Specially to the rest, I MISS YOU GUYS! Ok merepek. Btw, that time, on 5th and 6th Nov, i went to Suntec with the rest of my beloved friends, to support Evelina, Tiffany, Rina and Sara for their fashion show. And to the models, you babes were hot. I'll grabbed the pics from Jelynn's blog and post it on friendster kaes?  Okies, i'll end it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYAFIQAH!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I didnt know that you still hide stuffs from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why? You dont trust me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm okayy with you not trusting me enough but i cant accept it that you're still hiding things from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Keeping secrets from me are simply telling me that you dont trust me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tell me, who am i to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I really want to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what to write anymore. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-1600011565988474394?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/1600011565988474394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=1600011565988474394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/1600011565988474394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/1600011565988474394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-treat-me-well-then-ill-treat-you.html' title='You treat me well, then i&apos;ll treat you well too.'/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-6522228780113309896</id><published>2008-11-06T23:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T23:33:17.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, this post is not important btw, but i just wanna let it out. But it will be in small letters. Dont bother to read it if you dont want coz its really nothing special. Only hoping that this person will read this post. If you guys are reading it, then can just keep it to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I dont know whats your problem but i think you really need to let me know. I'm not forcing you to tell me everything about the problem that you are facing but please, its not like i'm gonna tell it to everyone right? I know its something personal, but c'mon, we've been very close since early this month and you know me well, i dont like my troubled friends to hide things from me. You should just tell me your problems, and if you want, you can let it all out to me, you wanna cry or whatever, i dont care. As long as i get to know the main problem that is making you to be like this. I thought you've promised me to study well and not to skip classes but you've somekind broke the promise that you've made. I see you nowhere in schoool lately, and plus, i cant even contact you. I'm here, worried about you but you just dont know and i think, dont care. Please la, i know everything about you, in fact most of you. I've known your personal prob and some family prob but why cant you just tell me the prob that you are facing now?  And just now, you called me and say that you cant meet me? OMG. You know, sometimes, i just feel like killing you. Not that you've done anything wrong or what but its just that you're too secretive. You dont trust me? Have i like tell everyone all your secrets and everything? I dont think i did. I dont know why, but i just care much about you. I care you same as like my best friends and my girlfriends. I dont know why, but i love you. I care about you but if you're gonna be like this forever, then i'm sorry, i cant help you if you need any help. This, i write, its not totell people that you're stubborn but infact for you to read and understand how much i cared. I was really upset when you say that you cant even meet me for 2 months. What am i to you then? I know we're not together but you cant treat me like this right? I dont think i deserve to be ignored by someone i love right? And for the patching up thing, i'm just not ready for it. I'm sorry but this is only that i can do.  I know i've got my friends and even my girlfriends to talk to but i dont wanna trouble them. In fact, i dont even think that they are gonna like it, to hearabout this. So i really need you in part of my life. Girlfriends are great but if you guys are reading this, dont be angry with me. I just need him but i cant accept him now. Dont ask me why. I know i got lots of reasons to it but i dont think you guys would understand. You guys are great, and i loove you but its just the matter of misunderstanding that i afraid will occur again. Ok i'm out of here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-6522228780113309896?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/6522228780113309896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=6522228780113309896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/6522228780113309896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/6522228780113309896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay-this-post-is-not-important-btw-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-4068647072251927516</id><published>2008-11-04T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T23:12:29.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY DAY, OR SAD DAY?</title><content type='html'>Okayy.. hello.Happy day today? Perhaps yes, perhaps no. I dont know what i feel now. Sad because of this person and happy coz i get to shop with my mum to day. We bought alot of things today!haha. Okies. Lets forget about the sad thing and talk about the happy thing. I went home early today, to make my IC. I've alrd delay it like soo long. [okies sheesh:x]. After i make my IC, my mum and my bro, btw, my bro make IC too coz we're twins la. Ok we went to Takashimaya to buy something but in the end, we bought stationery and stuff like that. And then we went eat and headed to Peninsula, just to but a shirt that my bro have been eyeing on. But., i bought skinnies too.hehe. It was surprising that my mum actually allowed me to but skinnies. She say that its all for the dinner thing that we are goint to attend to this December, if not she wont buy for me. Okok, i love it but like not sincere ehk mama? HAAIZ. nvm. After much shopping, we went home. And i just realised that i have 2 msges from him. OOPPS. :x Ok bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYAFIQAH!(;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm sorry to make you wait for me outside school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I didnt know that you smsed me coz i was using a different line yousee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And, what do you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Talk things out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Are you like damn serious this time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I dont know what to do now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-4068647072251927516?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/4068647072251927516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=4068647072251927516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/4068647072251927516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/4068647072251927516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-day-or-sad-day.html' title='HAPPY DAY, OR SAD DAY?'/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-1026763851839544479</id><published>2008-10-30T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:59:27.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BRIDGING SUCKS.</title><content type='html'>I hate being in school, especially when itts holiday time. C'mon, its time for us to relax our mind, go for a holiday, not some stupid bridging lessons! And the most thing that i'm angry of is that we still have to go for bridging, eventhough we passed the  subject. Except for Chemistry, i need to go for the rest, and maths, its like everyday. MATHS, MATHS, MATHS. I love maths but this bridging thing make me hate it. Having maths everyday, for 1hr15mins can make me go crazy. I mean like, wth. I still suck at Humanities, so i paid attention to those Humans class. The rest? Hmm.. i paid attention for Physics too coz i somekind of suck at it. I used to pass Physics papers but i dont know why i failed for the EOY exam. I FAILED BY 2 MARKS. -.- Pathetic ah. This bridging thing alrd make my mood change and plus, i saw this "person" saying me CB i friendster. WTF. Whats you fucking problem sia? Suddenly call me CB. Fuck sia. Damn angry la. I'm seriously not talking to you sehh. Fucking angry now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYAFIQAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So now, you hurt my feelings AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Where's your promise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You've promised me not to hurt me anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And when i asked you, you told me that it wasnt meant for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You know that everyone in this world can view my friendster acc right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And so, you want everyone to  know that you called me CB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Can you ever please stop hurting people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It hurts you know! IT HURTS ALOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You dont feel it now, but when you feel it later, then i think that you will start to realise how hurtful it was to hurt people's feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm seriously disappointed with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-1026763851839544479?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/1026763851839544479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=1026763851839544479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/1026763851839544479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/1026763851839544479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/10/bridging-sucks.html' title='BRIDGING SUCKS.'/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-128021378193680426</id><published>2008-10-22T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:44:00.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey. Thanks guys, for all the stuffs and presents.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks ira, for planning the surprise "party" for me. It was soo nice of you and the rest. Uh, I LOVE YOU TO THE MAX. And thanks exco, for the chocolate. I dont want to eat it, but i'll keep it. It looks soo nice that i dont even want to open the box! Thanks to zul, liyana and yanting, and zul, you're such a good liar huh. JOKING!(: FYI, i was lied by soo many people today!): soo sad. But thanks la.. Damn fun bodohh. The WINNIE THE POOH stuffs, thanks for that too. I LOVE IT! I'm gonnna use it next year and perhhaps, you might see me using every pooh stuff, like pen, files and many more. I'm just too in love with pooh.[&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but i love you more sunshine].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayy., ouhya. Thanks for the pooh bear too. Its nice of you. And farah too, thanks for the perfume. NICE NICE NICE. ok thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYAFIQAH!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Its nice of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I didnt know that you're gonna give me that., something that i really want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I guess, you know how to read my mind huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But how i wished that you could read and know my feelings too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sometimes, you cant figure out whether i'm happy or sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wont show or tell people if i'm sad, most oof the times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So, its not obvious and easy to know if i'm angry or sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thanks for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Second thing that you've done, that make me feel soo touched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Second big thing for me.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-128021378193680426?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/128021378193680426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=128021378193680426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/128021378193680426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/128021378193680426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/10/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-8913777856958977353</id><published>2008-10-21T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:28:15.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm absent today from school. Soo bored. Tomorrow, i'll be receiving my report slip. And plus, its my special day of all. WTH. Hopefully its not a bad one. But i guess i'll fail my Humanities. Geography paper this year was hard. harder than previous test and exams. I guess, i've been too playful. Childish-ing around. Nonsense. I dont know what to blog about now. HAIYA, i'll blog tmr then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYAFIQAH!(:&lt;br /&gt;I'M TURNING 15 TMR! WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I love you for who you are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know the real you, the other side of you that i think not all knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know that you're always trying your best to change and to make me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But i'm sorry, i cant accept you now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I just feel like my trust towards you have dropped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;DROPPED? somekind of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Its okayy, i wont torture you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dont wait for me if its too long for you alrd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-8913777856958977353?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/8913777856958977353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=8913777856958977353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/8913777856958977353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/8913777856958977353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-absent-today-from-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-8331444631571993622</id><published>2008-10-16T14:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:17:45.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JALAN RAYA!!(;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SPrUR8aRA2I/AAAAAAAAAMc/Kgc6nOdhxbA/s1600-h/S73F1061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258748919647634274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SPrUR8aRA2I/AAAAAAAAAMc/Kgc6nOdhxbA/s320/S73F1061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SPrUKwHoiOI/AAAAAAAAAMU/FIg7p-YjU2Q/s1600-h/S73F1048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258748796089174242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SPrUKwHoiOI/AAAAAAAAAMU/FIg7p-YjU2Q/s320/S73F1048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SPrUBfT2bjI/AAAAAAAAAMM/nd00AKoO9Nw/s1600-h/S73F1041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258748636958191154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SPrUBfT2bjI/AAAAAAAAAMM/nd00AKoO9Nw/s320/S73F1041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SPrT2H3GjhI/AAAAAAAAAME/HgBUhoZBtsU/s1600-h/S73F1039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258748441685036562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SPrT2H3GjhI/AAAAAAAAAME/HgBUhoZBtsU/s320/S73F1039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SPrTlusU6gI/AAAAAAAAAL8/KlD6ssHOPqs/s1600-h/S73F1036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258748160051046914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SPrTlusU6gI/AAAAAAAAAL8/KlD6ssHOPqs/s320/S73F1036.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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SPrTadBkAZI/AAAAAAAAAL0/UOh7PZn1NJQ/s1600-h/S73F1035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258747966329717138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SPrTadBkAZI/AAAAAAAAAL0/UOh7PZn1NJQ/s320/S73F1035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SPrTOx53xJI/AAAAAAAAALs/tDyEBDKVXio/s1600-h/S73F1033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258747765776172178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SPrTOx53xJI/AAAAAAAAALs/tDyEBDKVXio/s320/S73F1033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SPrTFYzKfOI/AAAAAAAAALk/ZMXMuqZs8Q4/s1600-h/S73F1027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258747604418329826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SPrTFYzKfOI/AAAAAAAAALk/ZMXMuqZs8Q4/s320/S73F1027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SPrS8DUi1FI/AAAAAAAAALc/_vagj_I3OoQ/s1600-h/S73F1019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258747444033934418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SPrS8DUi1FI/AAAAAAAAALc/_vagj_I3OoQ/s320/S73F1019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SPrS0K7ElNI/AAAAAAAAALU/UdRcNTkzMpg/s1600-h/S73F1018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258747308635624658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SPrS0K7ElNI/AAAAAAAAALU/UdRcNTkzMpg/s320/S73F1018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SPrSlbWa2LI/AAAAAAAAALM/HjHy1AhLW20/s1600-h/S73F1017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258747055347259570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SPrSlbWa2LI/AAAAAAAAALM/HjHy1AhLW20/s320/S73F1017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SPrSXaWS9XI/AAAAAAAAALE/6EnyRjG8Bic/s1600-h/S73F1016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258746814560138610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SPrSXaWS9XI/AAAAAAAAALE/6EnyRjG8Bic/s320/S73F1016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SPrSJeQn9LI/AAAAAAAAAK8/RquwH-Ius5A/s1600-h/S73F1015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258746575091922098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SPrSJeQn9LI/AAAAAAAAAK8/RquwH-Ius5A/s320/S73F1015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SPrR9DDb00I/AAAAAAAAAK0/SuePiuq9wxQ/s1600-h/S73F1014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258746361630413634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SPrR9DDb00I/AAAAAAAAAK0/SuePiuq9wxQ/s320/S73F1014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HELLO. Today we had a jalan raya after school yo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. Damn fun, but i had a scolding coz i went home late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello, i only go home at 11+ la..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not like last year, when everyone went home at 12+.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok. Today, not everyone go so the jalan raye was not planned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We called people and go to their houses if they are at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing much to talk about actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But,, afiq's niece, Ameera was soo adorable and cute la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is soo pampered by her uncle la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont want to talk to people huh. but after a few hours, she bgan to talk to me and laugh aloud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So every of us take turns to talk and play with her. we even get to hold hands with her! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She chooses who she wants to hold hands with but of course, the other hands of her will always be her uncle's. Wont let go of the uncle one..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, enjoy these pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is not all. Only some of the pictures.&lt;br /&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;/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/8201622858333481589-8331444631571993622?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/8331444631571993622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=8331444631571993622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/8331444631571993622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/8331444631571993622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/10/jalan-raya-1.html' title='JALAN RAYA!!(;'/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SPrUR8aRA2I/AAAAAAAAAMc/Kgc6nOdhxbA/s72-c/S73F1061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-1898817703023584749</id><published>2008-10-10T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T14:08:11.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAI TALENT!</title><content type='html'>Had HAI TALENT today and it is super cool...&lt;br /&gt;Well done dancers+NCC guys.&lt;br /&gt;The dance was like super awesome la..&lt;br /&gt;Especially the last part, where we show out our talents in dancing.&lt;br /&gt;I like the part when Cheryl did the 3 spins. Go Girl! haha.&lt;br /&gt;Well, after that had some uhum. problem.&lt;br /&gt;That teacher asked us to go to the hall to listen to some financial talk.&lt;br /&gt;BORING LA. but the info passed to us were useful. We can use it for the future.&lt;br /&gt;Its about credit and debit cards. All the useful ways we should know on how to handle the lot sum of money well.&lt;br /&gt;annd then bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;Ouhya! Some pathetic person promised me to go to school today but the person didnt.. Soo angry just now.&lt;br /&gt;After school, we had a soccer match.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, not me. My fellow sec 3 school mates. theres this sec 1 team who show off when they managed to win the match with the sec 3s the other day. -if i'm not wrong, the story went like that., if i'm wrong then excuse me.&lt;br /&gt;So we go watch the match and the sec 3 won. 15-1 right? or 15-0?&lt;br /&gt;ok. i watched the match but i dont know the score. idiot me.&lt;br /&gt;Actually while watching, ira did some stupid stuff so we went laughing at her and not watching the match. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Ok i think thats all i have to say.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~You were sure that you wont hurt me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;But what had just happened?&lt;br /&gt;You hurt me once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-1898817703023584749?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/1898817703023584749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=1898817703023584749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/1898817703023584749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/1898817703023584749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/10/hai-talent.html' title='HAI TALENT!'/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-8404274231750066098</id><published>2008-10-08T13:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T13:53:59.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okayy. EXAMS ARE OVER!&lt;br /&gt;and i screwed up alot in the humanities and science papers!&lt;br /&gt;plus, especially the F&amp;amp;N paper.&lt;br /&gt;Ouh. I dont think i can get promoted to next year.&lt;br /&gt;What happen to me? Well, i dont know. Been slacking for the half of the year.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, i have to go and enjoy myself before i get grounded, or not.&lt;br /&gt;Ok., today is holiday. And we are just informed about the HAI TALENT which is on this friday.&lt;br /&gt;OMG. Just TWO days to prepare for the HAI TALENT.&lt;br /&gt;wtf. its like soo last minute.&lt;br /&gt;Had the dance practice today with the ncc guys.&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to do smth different this year actually, but we ended up doing hip hop dance.&lt;br /&gt;The ncc guys were super hot la.&lt;br /&gt;Didnt know that they could dance quite well. Actually very well.&lt;br /&gt;Okayy. I'm waiting for the real day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-8404274231750066098?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/8404274231750066098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=8404274231750066098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/8404274231750066098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/8404274231750066098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/10/okayy.html' title=''/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-738652942882018326</id><published>2008-09-16T20:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T21:32:02.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lantern Festival!(:</title><content type='html'>(12 September 2008) Woohoo. Had lantern festival today. It was great, only that some problems appeared after that. Some misunderstandings. But glad that she's okayy.(wont mention who). Okiess. Did a good performance today. Not a great one, but still not bad right? Sexy dancers. After our performance, it was the HAI-RAOKE. Suddenly and surprisingly, the sec ones were enthu today. Last time, during teachers' day performance, they are like DEAD FISH! Dont know how to cheer and clap. Like some idiots. They must learn from us Sec 3s, on how to b more enthu and live, when it comes to performances like these. C'mon, you dont expect people to ONLY watch you perform right? I'm sure you would also prefer them cheering for you.. Okayy enough of complaining. So, after all of the participants sing, it came to the most fun part. It was the results time for the HAI-RAOKE competition. And...... as usual.... ZUL WON! (-this guy wont let youu win la.. He always get first in singing one.) RAUDHAH GOT SECOND!! hhaha. She always say that she wanted to give up but at last she got second. huh.&lt;br /&gt;ok lah.&lt;br /&gt;much talking.&lt;br /&gt;need to study and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-738652942882018326?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/738652942882018326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=738652942882018326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/738652942882018326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/738652942882018326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/09/lantern-festival.html' title='Lantern Festival!(:'/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-1905162928961897559</id><published>2008-08-29T20:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T20:40:03.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What am i supposed to do now?</title><content type='html'>This problem is happening to me since like a few months ago?  A very big one, that i dont know what i should do and how i should tell you guys. Both of you are precious to me but it seems that you both cant work with each other. You guys hated each other, because of this hateness, i'm the one in pain. You 'I' and 'N' want me to spend time with you guys but 'I' dont let me to spent time with 'N' and that goes the same for 'N' too. I tried to take turns but you guys just cant understand it. You guys want me to yourselves. I mean, how can that be? Both of you are soo called controlling my life right now. I cant do anything that i want or anything that i like. Must i really obey you guys? Am i being treated like a friend or a maid? Excuse me, i got my own life. Its not that i'm being arrogant or selfish but the way you guys treated me doesnt seem like a friend anymore. Or perhaps best friend. I just need times when my brain itself can tell me what to do. This may hurt your feelings but i dont have the ways t tell you guys. I have this nervousness to tell it to you guys and it is also because that i dont want to lose any of you guys. You guys are the diamonds of mine, which i treasure soo much but if this continue on and a fight occur again, then i seriously dont know what i'm supposed to do. I'm not going to do anything about it now coz i have alot more things to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-1905162928961897559?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/1905162928961897559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=1905162928961897559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/1905162928961897559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/1905162928961897559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-am-i-supposed-to-do-now.html' title='What am i supposed to do now?'/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-2193983993485038054</id><published>2008-08-23T11:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T11:23:21.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My blog is soo dead.</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry if my blog is soo dead..&lt;br /&gt;I promise that i will blog again when i got free time.&lt;br /&gt;Quite busy and I'm stress now.&lt;br /&gt;I'll update it once everything is settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurul Syafiqah(;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-2193983993485038054?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/2193983993485038054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=2193983993485038054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/2193983993485038054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/2193983993485038054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-blog-is-soo-dead.html' title='My blog is soo dead.'/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-7217297572628197790</id><published>2008-08-02T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T20:39:52.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>INVESTITURE.</title><content type='html'>Investiture, yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Great day.&lt;br /&gt;Can i have another investiture?&lt;br /&gt;Its like soo cool to wear that blazer la.&lt;br /&gt;not showing off but its true.&lt;br /&gt;soo cool, eventhough its super damn hot.&lt;br /&gt;i wore 5 layers yeaterday okkay.&lt;br /&gt;got dance performance straight after that, so have to wear everything underneath the blazer.&lt;br /&gt;okayy crap.&lt;br /&gt;gtg now.&lt;br /&gt;blog again another day.&lt;br /&gt;Nurul Syafiqah(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-7217297572628197790?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/7217297572628197790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=7217297572628197790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/7217297572628197790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/7217297572628197790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/08/investiture.html' title='INVESTITURE.'/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-8555683953931504438</id><published>2008-07-22T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T21:42:54.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okies.&lt;br /&gt;today is tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;had alot of free periods today!&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;teachers never come huh?&lt;br /&gt;all take off time.&lt;br /&gt;haha. joking.&lt;br /&gt;first period was english, supposed to have vocab grand review but teacher never come..&lt;br /&gt;then next period was physics.&lt;br /&gt;free period again -.-&lt;br /&gt;not fun.&lt;br /&gt;i spent the whole two periods crying in class.&lt;br /&gt;one hour of crying, how wonderful is that!&lt;br /&gt;like @#@#@$#^&amp;amp;*.&lt;br /&gt;because of something la.&lt;br /&gt;forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;okies.&lt;br /&gt;but the period that i like the most is durng CME lesson.&lt;br /&gt;its not because of its a sexuality education,&lt;br /&gt;but its because of what i learn during the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;its about love and going steady.&lt;br /&gt;Ms Lee taught us that whhen you want to be in relationship,&lt;br /&gt;there must be some things that you and your partner have the same.&lt;br /&gt;there must be the same goal in life, trust, honesty and smth else, i forgot!- sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i think its a fact.&lt;br /&gt;there must be trust in the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;i know that jealousy means love for some people but too much of jealousy can cause alot of problems and misunderstandings ryt?&lt;br /&gt;so, we shouldnt be jealous towards our special ones, unless they are like flirting with others la.&lt;br /&gt;for me, if its only a friend, then its not quite a bg thing to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;c'mon, which friend will steal your girlfriend/boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;unless they are backstabbing you la. - did i use the correct word?&lt;br /&gt;those are idiots that deserved to be ignored.&lt;br /&gt;okies.&lt;br /&gt;she also say that we must be honest towards our partners!&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;well thats not me, right?&lt;br /&gt;hahah,&lt;br /&gt;kidding.&lt;br /&gt;okies.&lt;br /&gt;enough of these things.&lt;br /&gt;actually the time to really get serious in relationships havent come. for us la.&lt;br /&gt;we're too young la.&lt;br /&gt;must enjoy life first then can think of having girlfriends/boyfriends! (:&lt;br /&gt;ok stop it.&lt;br /&gt;well, had dance today and everything went well.&lt;br /&gt;learnt new steps and luckily i managed to catch up, since i was absent for a few pracices, due to being sick.&lt;br /&gt;okies.&lt;br /&gt;time to go.&lt;br /&gt;got rehearsal tmr.&lt;br /&gt;for cca commendation and investiture.&lt;br /&gt;good night people(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-8555683953931504438?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/8555683953931504438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=8555683953931504438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/8555683953931504438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/8555683953931504438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/07/okies.html' title=''/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-8427575743990044334</id><published>2008-07-20T18:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T18:40:04.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Test, test, test.</title><content type='html'>HAIIZ..&lt;br /&gt;Gonna have 4 test in a week!&lt;br /&gt;How on earth am i supposed to study for all the test?&lt;br /&gt;I dont even understand the freakking e maths topic, CHEMISTRY??&lt;br /&gt;OMG. that one iis super horrible.&lt;br /&gt;I cant even understand what the hell the new teacher is trying to teach.&lt;br /&gt;Going way too fast dude.&lt;br /&gt;All this classification and acids.&lt;br /&gt;all shits.&lt;br /&gt;and geography?&lt;br /&gt;Cher, i've waited soo long and why didnt you appear out from the staff room?&lt;br /&gt;Guess i have to wait for you again tmr ryt?&lt;br /&gt;haiiz.&lt;br /&gt;SS?&lt;br /&gt;I was absent and i didnt even know there was a test!&lt;br /&gt;and that teacher just told me that i'm gonna have a 0 for my test.&lt;br /&gt;WTH. -.-&lt;br /&gt;upcoming ss test, about the conflict in sri lanka.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody please give me the super powers to study and do well for all the test??&lt;br /&gt;I cant cope with this. :(&lt;br /&gt;I need help!!&lt;br /&gt;desperate for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurul Syafiqah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm having problems.&lt;br /&gt;New problems. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-8427575743990044334?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/8427575743990044334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=8427575743990044334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/8427575743990044334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/8427575743990044334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/07/test-test-test.html' title='Test, test, test.'/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-3033408273025020725</id><published>2008-07-18T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T22:17:39.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait!!!</title><content type='html'>I forgot to say something to zahirah, in the previous post.&lt;br /&gt;So i'll say it in this post then.&lt;br /&gt;ILY too!&lt;br /&gt;not only him(:&lt;br /&gt;Shh.. dont tell him ah.&lt;br /&gt;If not i'll die.(:&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-4579126552277552658</id><published>2008-07-18T20:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T22:15:17.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I MISS MY SISTER, ZAHIRAH! D:</title><content type='html'>One week have passed.&lt;br /&gt;And you're still at home??&lt;br /&gt;Haiyya.&lt;br /&gt;Kakak, when are you going to school huh?&lt;br /&gt;(-eh, i call you kakak nice lehh. Kakak Tua! haha.)&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU!&lt;br /&gt;My bully partner.&lt;br /&gt;Coming to school on monday right?&lt;br /&gt;Better come ah., or else i dont friend you! haha.jk.&lt;br /&gt;Just rest okies.&lt;br /&gt;and dont think too much.&lt;br /&gt;Just think about me(:&lt;br /&gt;Say to yourself that you're gonna get well soon, so that you can bully me!&lt;br /&gt;okok?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;Now i know whats a mangrove is.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;Nice actually lehh.&lt;br /&gt;okies.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna do the quiz that zahirah have tagged to me.&lt;br /&gt;since she say must do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Q1: The person who tagged you is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: Ouh. My lovely zahirah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Q2: What is your relationship with him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: She's my sister, my girlfriend, my bestfriend, everything la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Q3: Your 5 impression of him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: Preety, talented, caring, helpful and smart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Q4: The most memorable thing he/she has done for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: Hmm.. Everything that she did for me is memorable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Q5: The most memorable thing that he/she has said to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: She called me PANTAT! :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Q6: If he/she becomes you lover, you will...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: Ouh please! She's a girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Q7: If he/she becomes your lover, things he/she has to improves on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: I love her for who she is, eventhough she's not my lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Q8: If he/she becomes your enemy, you will..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: Ouh. I dont think she'll be my enemy. If yes, then i'll try to talk to her and solve the problem theat caused us to be enemies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Q9: If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: Hmm.. I dunno! Coz she's not my enemy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Q10: The most desire thing that you want to do for him/her now is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: I'll make sure I'll take really goos care of her until she gets well. In the same time, i'll also make sure that she is not left behind annymore in her studies, when she gets back to school.x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So zahirah, make sure i'll do all of these. If not, you can slap me until u're satisfied.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Q11: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your overall impression on him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: Very talented to dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Q12: How do you think people around you will feel about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: Hmm. I dunno. I guess maybe they are wondering why i scolded and shouted to willy in class yesterday. Or maybe not. Nvm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Q13: The character you love of yourself are..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: Errmm.. Like to be curious at all times?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Q14: On the contrary, the character you hate yourself are..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: Okies. I like this question. So everyone will know what i hate abt myself. Firstly, i hate it that i will have stage fright, everytime i'm performing a dance or anything else la. Secondly, i cant talk loud, like as per normal, when i'm infront of hundreds of people, espcially when reading out the morning announcements! Thirdly, i hate it that i'm afraid of people for no reason, i mean everyone and i dunno why that happen. Forthly, i'm a loudspeaker. Everyone doesnt like it when i shout coz i'm too loud! okies. I think thats all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Q15: The most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: I dont have any ideal person actually. But i think its Charmaine, my senior who have graduated from hai sing.): I see that she can handle everything in her life properly and the best part is that she gave advices, something that will make you realise that what you did or think is wrong. She's also a great dancer! I wanna be like her. Can?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Q16: For people who care &amp;amp; like you, say something about them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: First of all, thank you for being friends with me. I really appreciated it alot. And especially peolple like zahirah, ain, hafizah, farah, nasry and zul, they have always been there for me, when i am down or having problems. Thank you very much for everything you all have done for me! Hope our friendship will last forever and ever!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Q17: Pass this quiz to 10 people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1) Suhaila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2) Shakila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;3) Nurain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;4) Salamahafifi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;5) Umairah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;6) Leona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;7) Meiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;8) Huda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;9) Farhana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;10) Elia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Q18: Who is number 6 having relationship with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: Leona? Jimmy la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Q19: Is 9 a male or female?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: Female. Which guy will have the name farhana?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Q20: If 7&amp;amp;10 are together, will it be a good thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: Both are females!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Q21: How about 5&amp;amp;8?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: Both are females la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Q22: What's number 2 is studying about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: She's still in primary school and she's hot but attached!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Q23: When was the last time you chatted with number 3?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: I talk to her everyday la. She's my classmate. (and my girlfriend! dont tell hafizah!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Q24: Is number 4 single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: Ask her. I duno lurhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Q25: Talk something casually about number 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans: Suhaila, hope to see you soon. IMY! and your SISTER! miss both of you. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah. Finally, I'm done!&lt;br /&gt;Fheww.&lt;br /&gt;okies.&lt;br /&gt;I'm outta here.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight and Goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;Nurul Syafiqah(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how much i am to you and i understand that you cannot live without me.&lt;br /&gt;Its the same for me too.&lt;br /&gt;IMY and ILY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-4579126552277552658?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/4579126552277552658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=4579126552277552658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/4579126552277552658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/4579126552277552658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-miss-my-sister-zahirah-d.html' title='I MISS MY SISTER, ZAHIRAH! D:'/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-7224507535027576576</id><published>2008-07-17T21:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T20:31:24.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was irritated today.</title><content type='html'>Willy Poh!&lt;br /&gt;I hate you!&lt;br /&gt;Cancancan??&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;br /&gt;Damien too.&lt;br /&gt;and Marvin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-7224507535027576576?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-7152731700052997751</id><published>2008-07-16T18:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T18:53:32.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did i changed or was it you?</title><content type='html'>I guess i shouldnt let everyone know about this but i think the time has come.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno whether its me who have changed or was it him.&lt;br /&gt;Three days of ignorance tells me everything.&lt;br /&gt;If you have problems, you should come and talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i could help but by ignoring me,  it doesnt help all.&lt;br /&gt;It creates more problems.&lt;br /&gt;Please lah, dont make things difficult for me.&lt;br /&gt;If you know me well, you should know that my life is full of problems.&lt;br /&gt;And now, you're adding more problems to my life.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what else i should do but if you're reading this, please read it carefully.&lt;br /&gt;If you think that i'm nobody to you and you could care less about me,&lt;br /&gt;then just let me go.&lt;br /&gt;Dont let me suffer like this.&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever know what i'm always thinking of?&lt;br /&gt;I'M ALWAYS THINKING OF A WAY TO END MY LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;You get it?&lt;br /&gt;My mind is full of problems.&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever understand on what situation i'm on?&lt;br /&gt;all i wish was to have a better life than this.&lt;br /&gt;but i know i cant.&lt;br /&gt;So, what am i supposed to do know?&lt;br /&gt;I can carry on to my life and i am now.&lt;br /&gt;but if this is what you keep doing to me,&lt;br /&gt;then i think the only solution to this problem is just to let me go.&lt;br /&gt;If you seriously_____ me, please dont do this to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-6849687278541942093</id><published>2008-07-04T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T20:58:15.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M FAT! :'(</title><content type='html'>Sialah. Everyone, listen up. I'm fat!&lt;br /&gt;I should not tell whats my weight, but i'm fat.&lt;br /&gt;but i think my what isit, BMI i think, it is acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;Dunno la.&lt;br /&gt;Forget abt it.&lt;br /&gt;GTG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-6849687278541942093?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/6849687278541942093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=6849687278541942093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/6849687278541942093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/6849687278541942093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-fat.html' title='I&apos;M FAT! :&apos;('/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-3763041222822629076</id><published>2008-06-26T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T20:43:09.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its FRIDAY tmr. OMG.</title><content type='html'>Its friday tmr.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;coz i've not finish up all the assignments and project given. :x&lt;br /&gt;OPPS.&lt;br /&gt;been busy in school, for both dance and studies.&lt;br /&gt;I've got..........&lt;br /&gt;1) Cyberganda project&lt;br /&gt;2) Additional maths, assignment 6&lt;br /&gt;3) 5 english newspaper reflectio&lt;br /&gt;4) ss project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all need to be hand in by tmr.&lt;br /&gt;haaiizz..&lt;br /&gt;I think i better get starting.&lt;br /&gt;take care everyone.&lt;br /&gt;and good night.&lt;br /&gt;Nurul Syafiqah(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-3763041222822629076?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/3763041222822629076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=3763041222822629076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/3763041222822629076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/3763041222822629076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-friday-tmr-omg.html' title='Its FRIDAY tmr. OMG.'/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-9111144758870833712</id><published>2008-06-18T16:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T16:31:14.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHIT. How am i supposed to finish up my hw in less than a week? :x</title><content type='html'>Homework, homework, homework.&lt;br /&gt;Why cant there be no homework?&lt;br /&gt;haaiizz..&lt;br /&gt;School's reopening in  less than a week and i still have lots of homework need to be done.&lt;br /&gt;was rather sick these days, after coming back from Vietnam.&lt;br /&gt;haiizz..&lt;br /&gt;been coughing and coughing non stop.&lt;br /&gt;and my throat is busting anytime.&lt;br /&gt;damn painful la.&lt;br /&gt;I better get my butts off from my comp and start doing my homework huh.&lt;br /&gt;Nurul Syafiqah(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-9111144758870833712?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/9111144758870833712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=9111144758870833712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/9111144758870833712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/9111144758870833712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/06/shit-how-am-i-supposed-to-finish-up-my.html' title='SHIT. How am i supposed to finish up my hw in less than a week? :x'/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-2007914696818521176</id><published>2008-06-17T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T21:30:34.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vietnam trip- 3rd to 5th day.</title><content type='html'>okies i'll continue my story about my Vietnam trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third day, 13 June 2008.&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, we went back to the Singapore International School.&lt;br /&gt; It is the last day that we are gonna be there.&lt;br /&gt;So, since its our last day there, the school prepared for us a Vietnamese art and craft to do.&lt;br /&gt;its just pasting the beads given to the picture.&lt;br /&gt;Quite boring but its interesting.&lt;br /&gt;They had also prepared for us lunch and after lunch they presented us two kind of dance, the Vietnamese dance and the modern dance.&lt;br /&gt;The dance was nice., eventhough i still prefer the dance in Singapore.haha.&lt;br /&gt;after the dance, we exchanged gifts and took pictures with each other.&lt;br /&gt;It was sad to leave them as they were lovely.&lt;br /&gt;So we left the school and went to eat lunch.&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we went to Vietnam Singapore Industrial Park(VSIP).&lt;br /&gt;Its was all about business and stuff but we gained some info about the business in Vietnam and Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;The journey from the restaurant that we ate lunch in to VSIP took about 1 hour plus, nearly 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;and so i decided to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;When i woke up, everyone was asleep! X/&lt;br /&gt;so i slept back. X)&lt;br /&gt;When we reached there, everyone had a sleepy face on them. I can see that.&lt;br /&gt;okies. listenabout the business stuffs and  craps.&lt;br /&gt;as if we're learning about business things.&lt;br /&gt;nvm. just listen.&lt;br /&gt;after that, went to eat dinner, i think.&lt;br /&gt;and had briefing as usual.&lt;br /&gt;after briefing?&lt;br /&gt;Go to sleep la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forth day, 14 June 2008.&lt;br /&gt;woke up on time, but was late for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;we went to the chu chi tunnel first and its damn far from the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;so Mr Mervin on a dvd for us to watch while on the way there.&lt;br /&gt;its Good Morning Vietnam, and i dunno what its about coz i was sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;haha. Sleeping Queen ape.. so must sleep every free time that i have.&lt;br /&gt;okies.&lt;br /&gt;took pictures of paddy fields, i think, while otw there.&lt;br /&gt;nice sehh.&lt;br /&gt;okies.&lt;br /&gt;when we reached there, Mr Mervin toured us around and show the small tunnel that Viet Congs use as their shelter.&lt;br /&gt;the hole was damn small i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;proceed on and some of the students get to go in the tourist tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;They said it was damn small that you have to crawl to move.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt get to go in coz i got asthma. :(&lt;br /&gt;damn it.&lt;br /&gt;but theres an advantage of it.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt get dirty!=)&lt;br /&gt;after much travelling, we went to eat lunch at the restaurant nearby.&lt;br /&gt;and omg.&lt;br /&gt;there was a dog walking all around us and thank you Xun An, for asking the dog to go away.&lt;br /&gt;and it was also an embarassing moment for me coz i screamt like hell when a bee get near me.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky coz i didnt get stung.&lt;br /&gt;it was big okayy?&lt;br /&gt;everyone thought that there was a monitor lizard near me coz they saw one passing by near our table, but outside of the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;okies.&lt;br /&gt;after that we went to the Reunification Palace.&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing in it.&lt;br /&gt;but theres a lot of rooms inside.&lt;br /&gt;the king's and queen's bedroon also there.&lt;br /&gt;after that i think we went back to the hotel and went out again to have our dinner.&lt;br /&gt;and today, we had to do a 350 words essay about the journey to vietnam. haiiz..&lt;br /&gt;but we had free time until midnight, Vietnam time.( which is 1am in s'pore).&lt;br /&gt;slept like about 1 plus, Vietnam time., while watching the tv.&lt;br /&gt;Hafizah was like waiting for me to blink my eyes but i didnt so she found me sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth day, 15 June 2008.&lt;br /&gt;woke up damn late.&lt;br /&gt;supposed to go for breakfast at 7.15am, vietnam time but hafizah and i woke up at 7.40am.&lt;br /&gt;late ryt?&lt;br /&gt;we received morning calls from alot of people but after i put down the telephone, i went back to sleep. idiot me.&lt;br /&gt;bathe quickly and rushed to breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;and all of them have finshed eating.&lt;br /&gt;haaiizz..&lt;br /&gt;drank plain water and went off to take the luggage coz we are not allowed to bring our luggage along to breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;after that board tthe bus and went to Ben Thanh Market again.&lt;br /&gt;coz the teachers said that we behaved very well and everyone handed up the essay on time.&lt;br /&gt;as a reward, they brought us to the market again to shop.&lt;br /&gt;after shopping, we wentt to Mekong River.&lt;br /&gt;sadly to say, we are not allowed to take boat rides.&lt;br /&gt;at first we dunno why but one of teacher explained to us why we cant have  boat rides.&lt;br /&gt;after spending time and knowing much about the mekong river, we  went to eat lunch and the restaurant was beside the mekong river.&lt;br /&gt;after lunch, we went bback to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;as it was raining and the journey took nearly 2 hours, we  all decided to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;when we reached at the airport, Mr Mervin wished us goodbye and went off.&lt;br /&gt;we checked our items again and make sure that there is no any liiquid form of thing.&lt;br /&gt;but i was stupid.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt check my plastic bag and at the custom, they found a water bottle in my plastic bag and threw it away.&lt;br /&gt;while waiting for the aeroplane, we had 2 hours more so the teachers let us to wander around the Vietnam aiport.&lt;br /&gt;when it was time, we went to the gate to board the aeroplane.&lt;br /&gt;at the aeroplane, (i hate this part alot) james was sitting behind me and he did lots of stuff to irritate me.&lt;br /&gt;slap my face wiith the magazine, put his hands out and blablabla.&lt;br /&gt;i was angry and decided to poke his hand with my pen when he put his hands out again.&lt;br /&gt;and after that he stopped disturbing me(:&lt;br /&gt;but he continue to disturb hafizah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;irritating la he.&lt;br /&gt;but lucky i can still bear with him.&lt;br /&gt;or else i will be slapping his face la.&lt;br /&gt;blablabla.&lt;br /&gt;reached the as'pore airport and met my family and cousins.&lt;br /&gt;went to have iced chocolate at mc cafe before going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies. i will upload the rest of the pictures on some other days okayy?&lt;br /&gt;damn tired today.&lt;br /&gt;meet up with nasry at 1130am to finish up our homework and then we meet zul after that at 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;went to ikea and then to the beach for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;went home at seven.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm damn tired now.&lt;br /&gt;need to rest as my legs are aching.&lt;br /&gt;gtg now. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;Nurul Syafiqah(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-2007914696818521176?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/2007914696818521176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=2007914696818521176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/2007914696818521176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/2007914696818521176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/06/vietnam-trip-3rd-to-5th-day.html' title='Vietnam trip- 3rd to 5th day.'/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-6314812879316922659</id><published>2008-06-14T16:25:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:49:09.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vietnam trip pictures #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SFOIWtisrsI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ooOT-9OMNAU/s1600-h/S73F0556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211659117561425602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SFOIWtisrsI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ooOT-9OMNAU/s320/S73F0556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The classroom in SIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SFOIPDxYJ3I/AAAAAAAAAI0/zUwtsMSgEvo/s1600-h/S73F0553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211658986089621362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SFOIPDxYJ3I/AAAAAAAAAI0/zUwtsMSgEvo/s320/S73F0553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The library in SIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SFOHeHqGvQI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Nmg1RAPYkTI/s1600-h/S73F0552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211658145319271682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SFOHeHqGvQI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Nmg1RAPYkTI/s320/S73F0552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look there. Spot that? Its SIS's swimming pool! cool ryt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SFOHW2su3pI/AAAAAAAAAIk/8AKoXbYu9j8/s1600-h/S73F0550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211658020507803282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SFOHW2su3pI/AAAAAAAAAIk/8AKoXbYu9j8/s320/S73F0550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is their school area. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;smth like their parade ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SFOHMVFH11I/AAAAAAAAAIc/0ZJBu6IIhe8/s1600-h/S73F0549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211657839684605778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SFOHMVFH11I/AAAAAAAAAIc/0ZJBu6IIhe8/s320/S73F0549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ouh who's that on the fone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SFOHAAmNBEI/AAAAAAAAAIU/XMINpBjKtFc/s1600-h/S73F0548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211657628027782210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SFOHAAmNBEI/AAAAAAAAAIU/XMINpBjKtFc/s320/S73F0548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hafizah's on the fone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SFOG3ntAGpI/AAAAAAAAAIM/xWr9035e-DY/s1600-h/S73F0547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211657483906456210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SFOG3ntAGpI/AAAAAAAAAIM/xWr9035e-DY/s320/S73F0547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eh whats that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its the place for you to put the cigarrette's ashes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SFOGtk387RI/AAAAAAAAAIE/dx4sFLFFGCk/s1600-h/S73F0544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211657311348387090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SFOGtk387RI/AAAAAAAAAIE/dx4sFLFFGCk/s320/S73F0544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey why blur?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nvm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SFOGhN1p_XI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zw3n0ml4_GY/s1600-h/S73F0537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211657099006311794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SFOGhN1p_XI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zw3n0ml4_GY/s320/S73F0537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hafizah!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why you never smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SFOGX-w3SvI/AAAAAAAAAH0/n0i6ohq6-j0/s1600-h/S73F0542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211656940340857586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SFOGX-w3SvI/AAAAAAAAAH0/n0i6ohq6-j0/s320/S73F0542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Crazy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SFOGQ8vrsHI/AAAAAAAAAHs/cLsFIb2cjj0/s1600-h/S73F0541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211656819539947634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SFOGQ8vrsHI/AAAAAAAAAHs/cLsFIb2cjj0/s320/S73F0541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aiyo.. Whats wrong hafizah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why never smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nvm. i'm still smiling in the picture ryt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SFOGEITNA4I/AAAAAAAAAHk/NPxHIpsZPSE/s1600-h/S73F0536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211656599303422850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SFOGEITNA4I/AAAAAAAAAHk/NPxHIpsZPSE/s320/S73F0536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is nice ryt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to me it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SFOF4s81VcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/yJQOswAfaic/s1600-h/S73F0534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211656402983278018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SFOF4s81VcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/yJQOswAfaic/s320/S73F0534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its us again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we got nothing to do in the hotel room so we took pictures (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SFOFxW7hroI/AAAAAAAAAHU/nhAxgOHHftg/s1600-h/S73F0526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211656276813131394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SFOFxW7hroI/AAAAAAAAAHU/nhAxgOHHftg/s320/S73F0526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FLOWER!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nice ryt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i took it after it stops raining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SFOFlqogwjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NJbfiKTOnJk/s1600-h/S73F0524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211656075943658034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SFOFlqogwjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NJbfiKTOnJk/s320/S73F0524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Smile people(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picture infront of Bac Ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SFOFdP2wZVI/AAAAAAAAAHE/E1mn1ZPfrds/s1600-h/S73F0523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211655931316692306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SFOFdP2wZVI/AAAAAAAAAHE/E1mn1ZPfrds/s320/S73F0523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Statue of Bac Ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SFOFQMLGZtI/AAAAAAAAAG8/dj_MBj_Jd3Y/s1600-h/S73F0521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211655706989979346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SFOFQMLGZtI/AAAAAAAAAG8/dj_MBj_Jd3Y/s320/S73F0521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The survenior shop in the post office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SFOFIi_fbaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GsLfp1NtDjU/s1600-h/S73F0513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211655575676349858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SFOFIi_fbaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GsLfp1NtDjU/s320/S73F0513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The central post office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its the biggest post office in Ho Chi Minh City,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;built by the French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SFOED6go-EI/AAAAAAAAAGc/pUgQhZOM2ao/s1600-h/S73F0510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211654396578428994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SFOED6go-EI/AAAAAAAAAGc/pUgQhZOM2ao/s320/S73F0510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SFOCbcMdjdI/AAAAAAAAAGU/-7V3hs3Rh6M/s1600-h/S73F0509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211652601734335954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SFOCbcMdjdI/AAAAAAAAAGU/-7V3hs3Rh6M/s320/S73F0509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the biggest church in Vietnam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is built by the  French and there is a statue of Mother Mary infront.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SFOBNwbwAgI/AAAAAAAAAGM/DyADDv2EbIw/s1600-h/S73F0503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211651267137372674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SFOBNwbwAgI/AAAAAAAAAGM/DyADDv2EbIw/s320/S73F0503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SFOAwrmu6EI/AAAAAAAAAGE/HDLWYy825Sk/s1600-h/S73F0502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211650767625054274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SFOAwrmu6EI/AAAAAAAAAGE/HDLWYy825Sk/s320/S73F0502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The road in Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the people there doesnt care about road safety.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you can just cross the roads anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's more pictures actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i'll post it tmr kaes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;coz i have to layan my small cousins, who is sleeping here at my house til monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so gtg now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nurul Syafiqah(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-6314812879316922659?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/6314812879316922659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=6314812879316922659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/6314812879316922659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/6314812879316922659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/06/vietnam-trip-pictures-1.html' title='Vietnam trip pictures #1'/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SFOIWtisrsI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ooOT-9OMNAU/s72-c/S73F0556.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-3609790905858148357</id><published>2008-06-14T13:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T16:25:05.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey i'm back! Ouh Ira., i miss you too.</title><content type='html'>Hello(:&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from my educational trip yo.&lt;br /&gt;9 June to 13 June to Vietnam. Whee..&lt;br /&gt;Fun and interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Shopping? uh lots of things.&lt;br /&gt;I MISS MY LOVELY FRIENDS!&lt;br /&gt;And i wanna thank Zahirah, Zul, Leona, Charlotte and Nasry for sending me off.&lt;br /&gt;you guys made me cry like hell. Embarasssing tau.&lt;br /&gt;okaes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day, 9 June 2008.&lt;br /&gt;took the flight to Vietnam at 1030am.&lt;br /&gt;came there at 0930am and NO ONE was there.&lt;br /&gt;so i went to the Mcdonalds to eat breakfast with my family.&lt;br /&gt;and i saw nasry, leona and charlotte.&lt;br /&gt;I was super blushing and scared la.&lt;br /&gt;haha. dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;okies. Ate breakfast and went to take pictures with leona and charlotte in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;love them lots.&lt;br /&gt;in the aeroplane?&lt;br /&gt;alamak. Scary la.&lt;br /&gt;Was sitting beside the window and beside me was liana and shafiqah.&lt;br /&gt;dunno what to do so i just did whatever liana was doing.&lt;br /&gt;Of course not smth wrong la.&lt;br /&gt;had a meal there and the landig was damn scary.&lt;br /&gt;the aeroplane just went down like that. kebush.  Hit the clouds la.&lt;br /&gt;macam roller coaster ride. haha.&lt;br /&gt;when we reached at the viatnam airport, every single one of the people there were looking at us.&lt;br /&gt;idiot sehh. like never see people before.girl&lt;br /&gt;then our english speaking tour guide picked us up and we board the bus.&lt;br /&gt;His name is MR MERVIN. and he has two degrees. Cool ryt?&lt;br /&gt;he brought us to the biggest church there in Vietnam, which was built by the French.&lt;br /&gt;next was the biggest post office that was also built by the French.&lt;br /&gt;nothing much is there, only the post office itself and a survenior shop.&lt;br /&gt;after that we went to this park which has the BAC HO statue.&lt;br /&gt;In case you dunno, Bac Ho is the founder of Vietnam.&lt;br /&gt;okies. After that we went to the hotel to check in. (Chancery Saigon Hotel)- nice la.&lt;br /&gt;2 person per room. Idiot. Scary lah. but luckily i was sleeping with hafizah. freaking  girl.&lt;br /&gt;went to bathe and went out again for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;We ate at this seafood restaurant and omg the food was soo different.&lt;br /&gt;but the viatnamese there likes to eat spring rolls. small spring rolls.&lt;br /&gt;after dinner, we had briefing in the lobby, before going into our rooms and wait for the checks from the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;we went through this every night.&lt;br /&gt;the briefing will include things such as what do we have to wear, the assemble time for the next day and also affirmation, where you thank people for what they did.&lt;br /&gt;at first we couldnt sleep so hafizah and i moved and connect the beds together and pushed the tables away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Day, 10 June 2008&lt;br /&gt;Woke up very early, 0530am. had the morning call and woke up.&lt;br /&gt;Went down for breakfast and had fried rice with omelet.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly to say the muslim food is always being saparated from the rest and the special thign is, we're always being served, not like the rest who have to take their food themselves.&lt;br /&gt;took the bus and went to the Singapore International School.&lt;br /&gt;They were like standing at the gates, welcoming us la while we are still having short briefing inside the bus, outside the gates of the school.&lt;br /&gt;The vice-principal of that school, Mrs Margaret Lee, went in the bus and talked to us.&lt;br /&gt;Some crap about Vietnam temperature and Singapore's.&lt;br /&gt;eh the school got swimming pool tau. But we didnt get to swim! :x&lt;br /&gt;okaes.&lt;br /&gt;went into the school and took a group picture together with the banner that they made for us.&lt;br /&gt;after that we went into their air-conditioned school hall and saw the students there assembling.&lt;br /&gt;very noisy sehh.. Haisians were behaving la.&lt;br /&gt;okies. Had a tour around the school and we were break into two groups and we learnt Vietnamese language in their classrooms.&lt;br /&gt;Fun lahh. I learnt some common sentences/words in Vietnam., such as:&lt;br /&gt;# Xin Chao - Good morning.&lt;br /&gt;# Xin liao - Sorry&lt;br /&gt;and lots more lah.&lt;br /&gt;They even prepared for us a book full of Vietnames words to practise. cool ehk.&lt;br /&gt;Students there were friendly after a few hours with us. Had breakfast and lunch with them. and of course, once again, the food there is soo different but some are delicious.&lt;br /&gt;after the lunch, we had a tournament between Hai Sing and SIS.&lt;br /&gt;we played captain's ball.&lt;br /&gt;fight fight fight. but at first haising lose some points. So the coach helped us, coz the boys went off to a soccer match.&lt;br /&gt;budden when the boys came back, the coach doesnt help us anymore and we played between haising and SIS.&lt;br /&gt;and in the end, haising won! Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;okae after the touurnament, we went back to the hotel to have a rest and then went out to the Ben Thanh Market. SHOPPING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;haha. but i didnt know what to buy sehh.&lt;br /&gt;Bought Vietnamese dress and  pink burberry wallet for myself, t-shirts for my siblings and the rest i buy surveniors.&lt;br /&gt;after shopping at the market, we went to eat dinner at Grill House!!- its a bar.&lt;br /&gt;had fried rice and some desserts.&lt;br /&gt;wanna noe smth? We had chinese tea everytime in our meal. It tastes like yuckks. so i only drink cold plain water.&lt;br /&gt;after dinner, we had briefing again and went off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies i continue with my stories again tmr kaes. I'll post the pictures for the first two days at the next post.&lt;br /&gt;Nurul Syafiqah(:&lt;br /&gt;imy ira. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-3609790905858148357?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/3609790905858148357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=3609790905858148357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/3609790905858148357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/3609790905858148357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/06/hey-im-back-ouh-ira-i-miss-you-too.html' title='Hey i&apos;m back! Ouh Ira., i miss you too.'/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-1278506911625602625</id><published>2008-06-08T12:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T13:13:45.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG. Going to vietnam tmr..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Omg. Vietnam vietnam vietnam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;SHIT LA. I &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;damn&lt;/span&gt; scared now la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Why? Okayy let me explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Firstly: &lt;/span&gt;Its my FIRST time taking aeroplane. And what scares me is all the accidents that had happened before. Damn scary. :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Secondly: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'm afraid to sleep in hotels. Or even sleeping alone at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thirdly: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'm away from my family. All alone in some other country. (Maybe this is not that bad, coz i'm not mummy's daughter or even daddy's.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fouthly: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Back to the second explaination, what if i see anything weird? Yuckks. I dont want that to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fifth: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I still dont know who's my room mate. I scared if she doesnt like to be my room mate. You know, i'm troublesome. I'll always ask people to accompany me everywhere i go. Its because i'm scared of everything, everyone and everywhere i go. Weird right? nvm. Sorry room mate, but you have to tolerate with me. Or i'll end up going everywhere u go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So thats my explaination. In conclusion., I'm scared of EVERYTHING, EVERYONE and EVERYWHERE i go. Dont ever ask me to go to the toilet myself coz i'll end up not going. Dont ever ask me to sleep alone coz i wont be able to sleep. In th end, you'll find me sleeping beside you. (that happen only if "you" is a girl).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I need some counselling on this. So that i wont be scared. Even my family keep scolding me about being too scared. Must be accompanied everywhere i go. Haiiizz.. So please dont be angry if i ask anyone of you to accompany me every single time. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-1278506911625602625?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/1278506911625602625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=1278506911625602625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/1278506911625602625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/1278506911625602625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/06/omg-going-to-vietnam-tmr.html' title='OMG. Going to vietnam tmr..'/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-652824574621623673</id><published>2008-06-07T10:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T10:55:04.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE RENOVATIONS/UPGRADING SERVICES.</title><content type='html'>BOOM,BOOM,BOOM.&lt;br /&gt;It sounds like there's a monster now in my house!&lt;br /&gt;Argh!&lt;br /&gt;They are upgrading the lift here, beside my house.&lt;br /&gt;last time it was like jumping storeys and i have to take the stairs down from 6th floor.&lt;br /&gt;but now they making the lift to work at every floor.&lt;br /&gt;*okayy my english sucks and hope you all understand what i'm trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;and the contractors are making damn alot of noises.&lt;br /&gt;cant even sleep la.&lt;br /&gt;and now, my ears are stucked with earphones. better la. less noisy.&lt;br /&gt;okies.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we had a class outing.&lt;br /&gt;Fun la.&lt;br /&gt;The girls went to watch Kung Fu Panda., while the guys go fishing i think.,&lt;br /&gt;with ammar and giam han.&lt;br /&gt;The movie was damn funny and a little bit sad.&lt;br /&gt;okae, the funny part is when the panda is going up the long stairs., just to watch the&lt;br /&gt;"kung fu master" competition., i think.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what competition it is, but it was among the villagers there.&lt;br /&gt;He didnt actually get into the place coz he was too slow to run up the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;so he tried various ways to get in and he did by sitting on a chair, full of fireworks thingy.&lt;br /&gt;when he get in, he was immediately pinted as the master.&lt;br /&gt;his training was like shit. (coz he's fat)&lt;br /&gt;so in the end, he fighted with   tailong., a student of master shishu or shishi?&lt;br /&gt;okies.&lt;br /&gt;then he won la coz of he's bouncy body and also after applying all the thinngs that the master shishu had thought him.&lt;br /&gt;that tailong is soo evil.&lt;br /&gt;okae then in the end, the panda return to the place that he was trained and saw master shishu, lying like he is gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;so there was some sad things going on.&lt;br /&gt;the shishu said to him " You're alive? Or both died?"&lt;br /&gt;then the panda answered " I'm alive."&lt;br /&gt;and they talk and talk and the master closed his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;panda thought that he is dead and said, "Shishu please dont die."&lt;br /&gt;shishu woke up and said "I'm not dead!"&lt;br /&gt;i was like okay.. the director should like make the ending part sad la..&lt;br /&gt;haiizz nvm.&lt;br /&gt;till here then.&lt;br /&gt;i need to get ready and but the things needed for vietnam trip.&lt;br /&gt;VIETNAM!! I'm coming.&lt;br /&gt;haha. random.&lt;br /&gt;okae bye.&lt;br /&gt;Nurul Syafiqah(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-652824574621623673?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/652824574621623673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=652824574621623673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/652824574621623673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/652824574621623673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-hate-renovationsupgrading-services.html' title='I HATE RENOVATIONS/UPGRADING SERVICES.'/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-8717835656983527811</id><published>2008-06-03T21:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T22:30:47.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aloha Chalet(: Fun lehh..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Okies. As for this post, i'm gonna talk abt the chalet that i went on the 31st May AND 1ST June.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It was damn fun, especially with my lovely cousins around, Kak Nisha, Suhaila and Shakila. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And of coulse shakila's fren too. but i dunno whats her name. Sorry! :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;okies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;After madrasah on Saturday, my bro and i walked to the chalet from the mrt station.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Soo far huh. Pheeww..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So we walked together to the back gate of the chalet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;coz the entrance there got security guards and the path there is scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;so we went by the back gate la, from the beach. I mean Pasir ris beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And then ryt, coincidently, i saw nasry there, walking alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i was like "what the hell is he doing here?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hahas. nvm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;called him to surprise him but he turned back. haiizz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;he was shocked and smiled only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;okae. Ignored him and went into the chalet area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;searched for the terrace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;had hard time searching for it coz my father didnt tell me exactly where it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;he only say Terrace D. hhhmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;reached and saw 3 minahs. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Not minahs lah. They are Suhaila, Shakila and shakila's friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;They changed soo much la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;the last time i saw them was like when suhaila was only Pri 4? and shakila was only Pri 2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Long kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Shakila is alrd like Sec 2 now and Suhaila is Pri 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;haiizz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;okaes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So after that we went cycling togther as a family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;everyone, except those who went swimming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and i saw nasry again. He's overnighting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;okae. blablabla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;then at night., we had "kenduri" and also celebrated my adik's birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;he's alrd 3 years old!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;haha. very big huh. but i bigger. okae i talking crap now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;After singing the birthday song in all languages except or Indian., the ppl there began to cut the cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It was damn hard la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;coz it was an ice cream cake from Swensens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;took like alost 30 mins to cut the whole thing into smaller pieces?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;had barbecue wings, specially cooked by my bro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;didnt know that he can actually barbecue them. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*i am referring to my twin brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;okae. after eating we watched tv awhile, and i found myself sleeping on the sofa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;dunno who woke me up and asked me to sleep in the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The bed was "double decker" or wdva its called.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;so my sis and i slept together on the upper bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;it wasnt squeezy after all huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So next day, woke up and did all the normal stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;then the whole group of us walked together to downtown E!Hub.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;some havent go there before so my dad decided to ajak them there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;As for me, i went there alot of times la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;beside school only mah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;after the adults finish shopping there, all of us headed to the food court at the alfresco and ate lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i ate yong taw foo. haha. nice tau..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;went back to the chalet at arnd 7 plus and packed our things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;then my siblings and i went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;the rest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;dunno what they did after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ok lurhhs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;gtg now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;its alrd 2230pm and i'm still awake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;OMG. i have dance tmr at 10am. uhuh i love dance la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Now we are preparing a dance perfomance for the milkrun on 6th July i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;okies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;till here then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Good Night people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nurul Syafiqah(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-6318270797336418110</id><published>2008-05-31T11:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T11:56:39.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sec one and two LEADERSHIP CAMP!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Leadership camp?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Okies. I dunnoo what happened to the Sec 2s coz we're not there with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;was planning the event for the Sec 1s tmr. (290508).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And sadlyy for Ira, coz she said she had a worse bdae of all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*her bdae was on 280508*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;bcoz of the stupid somebody la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;who pretends that he/she know everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;but nvm. Its over alrd ryt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;then i shouldnt elaborte more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So., Day 1(280508) was so called a relaxing day for us sec 3s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;coz we only need to plan for the Sec 1s the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Slept overnight in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and the girls were lucky coz we get to sleep in the CG room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(Mind me, its not CG room anymore. Now its called the HLA room).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;so the guys had to sleep in the MPR room. i dunno which mpr la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;but they slept with the Sec 2s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;when we slept with the Sec 3s only. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;abt 11 plus to 12, we, the Sec 3s, sneaked out to go for a night walk in sch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;but Ms Thang caught us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;actually bcoz we off the lights la when there is boys and girls in the same room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So she adviced us to switch on the lights and be bed at 12.30 am, that includes the boys to be out of the HLA room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;okies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;so we went for the night walk, that was led by Luke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I was soo glad la that we didnt saw anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;but liyana and me did saw smth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;but i mention it in this post. it also happen when we are relaxing outside the HLA room.,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; not when we went for the nightwalk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So firstly, we went to the back of the school, where they dump all the rubbish there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It was super duper dark la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and you know, i am afraid of darkness. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;until i cried when Ashiq or amzar was switching on and off the lights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;it was scary okayy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;then i dunno when but we met one of the trainers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I think she just finished bathing or smth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and she wants us to accompany her to the main gate coz she wants to pass smth to someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i think its her parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;okae...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i was surprised that some students and the trainers too was still playing badminton in the hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;haaiizz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;malam2 main badminton. takde keje agak nyer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;after we accompanied the trainer to the main gate, fifi doesnt feel good so all of us went back to the HLA room and tell ghost stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;we did off the lights and use the torchlights instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and then, Mr Anthony Tan caught us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;haaiizz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But we promised him that we will go to sleep at 12.30 and he went off, saying that he will check on us again at 12.30am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;When its alrd 12.30, we went to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;THURSDAY(290508)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;okae..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;all the girls that slept in the HLA room woke up at 6am to bathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;haha. but we are only ready at 7.30am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Soo.. we;re just told that we have to buy our own food for today and tmr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;OMG. what is this??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;everyone had no money to buy their food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lucky kind Mr Gng gave us $50 to buy our breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;so Jing Ting and the rest went to Macdonals to buy the $2 meal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;changed the drinks to Iced Milo laa....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;okies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;When the Sec 1s came, we started our job and carry out the activities that was planned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But unfortunately., i had to leave at 1pm., coz i had doctor's appointment to attend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;haaiizz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I didnt get to participate in the Amazing Race la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;nvm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;FRIDAY(300508)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Today was a very vvery busy day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and lucky us, coz we rmbered to bring our money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;had Nasi Lemak for lunch. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Changi one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fifi and i followed Mr Gng to buy the Nasi Lemak from Changi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;okaes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;so we had till 1.45pm to eat. and not suprising to say, i'm still the last one to finish up my food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Slow lehh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;okies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;After lunch, we had abit of games arnd the school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But i was soo sad coz the Sec2s were trained to lead the Sec 1s today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;haaiizzz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;so we played some i dunno what game la that the Sec 2s have planned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Some were okay, but some are boring. Coz some sec 2s were soo bossy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;okies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I like the blindfold maze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;but i dont like the part that they have to shout at our ears, to make us confused on which instructions we have to follow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;okies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i dunno how but at first, fifi was infront of zahirah and i was behind zahirah, and behind me was this Sec 1 girl. budden after the game, fifi was standing right behind us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hhmmm.. i wonder how that happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;but nvm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;after the games, we had  some voting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and also presented the cheers that the groups have made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;in the end, Group 6 and Group 2 won!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Group 2 was my group you know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i guess i'll stop till here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;bye and take care everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nurul Syafiqah(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-6318270797336418110?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/6318270797336418110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=6318270797336418110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/6318270797336418110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/6318270797336418110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/05/sec-one-and-two-leadership-camp.html' title='Sec one and two LEADERSHIP CAMP!!!'/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-129611276314029717</id><published>2008-05-27T22:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T22:36:32.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why must you leave?</title><content type='html'>I'm writing this post, just to let everyone know how i feels now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm SUPER duper sad now.&lt;br /&gt;Why must you leave?&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE., dont leave.&lt;br /&gt;i need you.&lt;br /&gt;seriously need you.&lt;br /&gt;You're everything to me.&lt;br /&gt;and without you i dunno how i can survive.&lt;br /&gt;Please, i beg. dont leave me alone... :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-27 May 2008, 21:28&lt;br /&gt;"Hey...I'll be ending my life in afew days...so yeah...you go get a good education.,a good job.,a good husband and a good life...I'll be watching over you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this msg wasnt true.&lt;br /&gt;If it is., what am i gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;I dont want this to be happening.&lt;br /&gt;This is too early for me. - i mean if it never happen then its okay la. But all living things die ryt?&lt;br /&gt;But please la.... dont leave me lehh..&lt;br /&gt;I beg you love.&lt;br /&gt;pleaaassssseeeee......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freakking Sad.&lt;br /&gt;Nurul Syafiqah.&lt;br /&gt;i LOVE my ABANG.&lt;br /&gt;abang., pls dont go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-129611276314029717?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/129611276314029717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=129611276314029717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/129611276314029717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/129611276314029717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-must-you-leave.html' title='Why must you leave?'/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-746589021844707616</id><published>2008-05-22T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T21:26:28.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hello(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;just writing this post for fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Bored lurhh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So dont mind if i write crap here. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;okies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'll talk abt what i did in sch first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hhmmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Basically., we did nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;just sit in class, doing nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But during F&amp;amp;N lessons, we lepak kat sch library.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;haha. not lepak la. We read some magazines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;SEVENTEEN. kinda merepek jugak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;nvm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So we kept reading and reading til 2.45pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;then we went for the PSL meeting, held in the CG room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ms Thang told us that she couldn't let us know abt the positions yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Its okay ms thang, we'll wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i mean, its better tro take time to think who really deserve for the position ryt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;rather than being dissapointed in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i dont mind with the time taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;okies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;crapcrapcrap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i wanna watch movie tmr lehh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;finish sch early ape..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hope there's someone who plans something for tmr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;then can go out.. X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;haha. Watch congkak again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Seram sehh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cikgu Siti say if we're free on the 3rd or 4th week of june holidays, we can go her house to watch that movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;she's gonna buy the cd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;confirm in a week or two, the CDs will be released.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;cant wait to watch again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;but kesian ira..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;she's going umrah. then how to watch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;nvm ira, u'll get to watch it one day. but i dunno when "that day" will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;boredboredbored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ok lurhh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i think i better revise my studies for madrasah. gonna have exams this saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Satu ape pon blum blajar sehh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;diediedie. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ok then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Goodnight everyone &amp;amp; Hope you enjoy your holidays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nurul Syafiqah(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Its alrd going to be 5 months since we know each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;250108 is love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ily abang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-746589021844707616?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/746589021844707616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=746589021844707616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/746589021844707616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/746589021844707616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/05/random-post.html' title='Random post.'/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-7827033878060287707</id><published>2008-05-21T19:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T21:42:29.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SORRY AIN! :X</title><content type='html'>Hey.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry ain.., for not doing the survey.&lt;br /&gt;Tak tau pulak that i oso kena do.&lt;br /&gt;SORRY! :X&lt;br /&gt;okok.. these are my answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Do you wish to marry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ermm.. Yeah. Only at 25 or above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2.What do you want most now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ermm... More HAPPY moments. And also long lasting love from my dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You should know hu right? Klau tak tau tkpe. Lagi bagus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I dont like everybody to know about all this stuff. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3.Who is the person you trust the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Of course its my dearest family and close friends..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Esp. ira, ain and hafizah. Those are people who i'll approach to when i have probs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And not forgetting my dearest "ABANG" too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4.Do you think you have enough confidence?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haha. Dont ever ask that again. I always dont have confidence in whatever i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5.If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;From small, i always dream to study till university. Insyallah can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i also wanted sufficient and equal love from both of my families.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and also hoping to be dearest's best girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6.Are you satisfied of yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Straight no. I'm always making mistakes tau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but i know that no one is perfect in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7.What are you afraid to lose the most now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hmm.. My family, like DUH. My close, bestfriends and my dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;As for my dear, if we are not fated to be together forever, then i can accept it., eventhough its painful. But i do hope that we will last forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8.Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Maybe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9.Have you broken someone's heart that he/she tried to commit suicide?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Of course no lahh.. I that BAD mehh..? ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10.What do you like most about yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ermm... Susah nye question nie.. I dont know.. If the things that i hate got alot la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;11.Who makes you happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Okayy.. As for this, i got alot of ans.. Ermm.. Usually its my lovely bestfriends who always make me laugh alot. As for dear, he jokes with me but i dont know why i feel hurt sometimes. Sorry dear to say this. And and of course my family cheer me up too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;12.What feeling do you hate most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Being lonely. It sucks la.. esp for people who talks alot like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;13.Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Of course i do. And i would never forget sbout the moments i had with my all my fwens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;14.Do you teasure your family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Like DUH. who doesnt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;15.What do you think is most important in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Studies. Friends and family too. Without them, life feels soo empty la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;16.Who do you hope to be always there for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Of course its my friends and family. And i really hope that dear would be there too as always. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;17.What do you regret most in your life now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I regret of slacking during the mid year exams., giving that bitch one more chance. She is too much la. Bla je lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;18.What kind of friend do you hope to be in your friend's eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nice and all the good stuffs lah.  Really hope that they will trust me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;19.What are you currently doing now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Alamak.. why ask this question?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Haaiizz... I'm blogging at the same time eating. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;20.What do you love doing most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haha. I like this question. I love shopping, chatting, singing and also reading magazines. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And dont forget, DANCING!!! I'm only interested in dance, rmb? hehe. X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Okies. I've done your survey dearest ain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you'll read.&lt;br /&gt;And dont mind if i'm asking this, who actually "invent" those questions?&lt;br /&gt;very curious to know lehh..&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;Ok lurrhh.&lt;br /&gt; till here then.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight and Goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;I mean i'll blog again tmr., maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Nurul Syafiqah(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my dearest "ABANG" alot la.&lt;br /&gt;ily!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-7827033878060287707?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/7827033878060287707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=7827033878060287707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/7827033878060287707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/7827033878060287707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/05/sorry-ain-x.html' title='SORRY AIN! :X'/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-7277758448673040841</id><published>2008-05-20T20:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T20:19:26.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wahlao.. Damn tired sehh..</title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;i guess this post would be a short one coz i'm damn tired now..&lt;br /&gt;ermm.. maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not updating my blog huh.&lt;br /&gt;hhmmm...&lt;br /&gt;Today we got back our overall mid year results.&lt;br /&gt;5-C5, 1-B3 and 1-A1.&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic sehh.&lt;br /&gt;Aahhh...&lt;br /&gt;Gotta push myself to study and study more.&lt;br /&gt;No more playing la..&lt;br /&gt;haaiizz..&lt;br /&gt;Went to ain's house to watch Ayat-ayat cinta, but to me its boring and slow.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to say it, but i dont like the story.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it should be more straight forward.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe i'm too stupid to understand the story.&lt;br /&gt;haaiiizzz..&lt;br /&gt;Let me talk about what i did yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;went to Melacca yesterday and it was soo tiring.&lt;br /&gt;was stucked in the jam at JB from 6 plus till 10 plus at night.&lt;br /&gt;So., i reached S'pore only at 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;and reached home at 12 plus. Midnight tau.&lt;br /&gt;damn tired la..&lt;br /&gt;get to sleep for only 4 hours plus..&lt;br /&gt;i end up sleeping in class during lunch time just now.&lt;br /&gt;coz i cannot tahan alrd la.&lt;br /&gt;hhmmm...&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday..&lt;br /&gt;i went cycling with my dearest 3N1 classmates.&lt;br /&gt;maybe also 3n2.&lt;br /&gt;hhmm...&lt;br /&gt;it was fun la.&lt;br /&gt;met nasry and headed to ira's blk.&lt;br /&gt;waited for ira before going there together.&lt;br /&gt;and ira said that i wear as if we are all going for picnic?&lt;br /&gt;no lurhh..&lt;br /&gt;ape je..&lt;br /&gt;i was wearing the same as what you guys wear ape..&lt;br /&gt;t-shirt and 3 quarter pants?&lt;br /&gt;hhmm.. nvm.&lt;br /&gt;after cycling, i was suffering with gastric as i didnt get to eat for the whole day..&lt;br /&gt;ermm..&lt;br /&gt;actually i only ate breakfast la.&lt;br /&gt;so after we had our dinner at BK, ira, nasry and i went home.&lt;br /&gt;but unfortunately., ira was soo damn fastt la.&lt;br /&gt;pity me coz i'm the only one without bicycle tau.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;ok lah.&lt;br /&gt;gtg now..&lt;br /&gt;till here thenn.&lt;br /&gt;Nurul Syafiqah(:&lt;br /&gt;I love my ABANG alot. X)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-7277758448673040841?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/7277758448673040841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=7277758448673040841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/7277758448673040841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/7277758448673040841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/05/wahlao-damn-tired-sehh.html' title='Wahlao.. Damn tired sehh..'/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-1315348441371531180</id><published>2008-05-18T09:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:49:11.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures Pictures XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SC-Q6BH1PII/AAAAAAAAAF8/IkrLIsFPoYY/s1600-h/DSC00034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201535421044309122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SC-Q6BH1PII/AAAAAAAAAF8/IkrLIsFPoYY/s320/DSC00034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SC-QRhH1PHI/AAAAAAAAAF0/HUD9lCfQXGM/s1600-h/DSC00033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201534725259607154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SC-QRhH1PHI/AAAAAAAAAF0/HUD9lCfQXGM/s320/DSC00033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SC-OFhH1PGI/AAAAAAAAAFs/XPpkX4iX_iM/s1600-h/DSC00031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201532320077921378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SC-OFhH1PGI/AAAAAAAAAFs/XPpkX4iX_iM/s320/DSC00031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SC-NyxH1PFI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ToPGxkrCLJ4/s1600-h/DSC00030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201531997955374162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SC-NyxH1PFI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ToPGxkrCLJ4/s320/DSC00030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are the pics that i've promised to upload.&lt;br /&gt;And i just realise that its only a few.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hhmm... nvm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some are just craps la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok then till here only..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nurul Syafiqah(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pink Loves Green.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've waited for days..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i'm tired of waiting any longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When can i get the answers from you?&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/8201622858333481589-1315348441371531180?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/1315348441371531180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=1315348441371531180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/1315348441371531180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/1315348441371531180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/05/pictures-pictures-xd.html' title='Pictures Pictures XD'/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SC-Q6BH1PII/AAAAAAAAAF8/IkrLIsFPoYY/s72-c/DSC00034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-5216301860539760215</id><published>2008-05-17T22:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:49:11.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SC7vyRH1PEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/nCfO3qE1ZTU/s1600-h/o011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201358266528250946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SC7vyRH1PEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/nCfO3qE1ZTU/s320/o011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SC7vnBH1PDI/AAAAAAAAAFU/YFyWqBcImdA/s1600-h/o016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201358073254722610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SC7vnBH1PDI/AAAAAAAAAFU/YFyWqBcImdA/s320/o016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SC7vaBH1PCI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VdwVz6A3Tls/s1600-h/o018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201357849916423202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SC7vaBH1PCI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VdwVz6A3Tls/s320/o018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alamak.. I cant upload the pics that i've promised!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shit me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe i'll be able to upload them tmr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but these are pics that i grabbed from fifi's blog.&lt;/div&gt;hhmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But its still incomplete coz Luke and Jasmine Tan left before we took the pics together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nvm. there's still other time ryt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;till here then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nurul Syafiqah(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pink Loves Green.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll try to upload the rest of the pics tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8201622858333481589-5216301860539760215?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/5216301860539760215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=5216301860539760215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/5216301860539760215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/5216301860539760215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/05/alamak.html' title=''/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SC7vyRH1PEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/nCfO3qE1ZTU/s72-c/o011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-6234318436863642578</id><published>2008-05-17T11:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T12:15:23.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PSL RAWKKS!!!</title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was an awesome day for me.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;hmm..&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we had duty for the career seminar.&lt;br /&gt;this event is actually for the sec 4s.&lt;br /&gt;hmm..&lt;br /&gt;it was soo difficult to control the unpatient sec 4s.&lt;br /&gt;ask to stamp anyhow?&lt;br /&gt;U think its easy to carry out a job like that?&lt;br /&gt;Summore with inconsiderate ppl like u guys?&lt;br /&gt;alamak.. i can die u know..&lt;br /&gt;please la.. we are told to do the job. 10 minutes means 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;nvm. Give chance this time la.&lt;br /&gt;okayy..&lt;br /&gt;After the duty, the sec 3s were told to stay back for awhile in the CG room..&lt;br /&gt;Mr Gng brief us abt the camp that we are gonna have at the end of this month,&lt;br /&gt; aft the school closes.&lt;br /&gt;hhmm..&lt;br /&gt;Leadership camp for all the leadership traits. (PSL, PREFECTS and CCA LEADERS)&lt;br /&gt;cantt wait to go!!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;So after the briefing, we stayed inside the CG room, counting the feedbacks from the Sec 4s.&lt;br /&gt;I think, maybe we PSL, should be more well organised.,&lt;br /&gt;and that was what some of the Sec 4s commented about us.&lt;br /&gt;haaiizz...&lt;br /&gt;After counting the feedbacks and summarised it, we talked and talked til abt 6 plus.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;Bonding among the Sec 3s who are shortlisted for the EXCOs.&lt;br /&gt;hmm... i just knew that fifi cant draw even a stickman.&lt;br /&gt;budden ah, when she drew it on the board, i think it was okay u know..&lt;br /&gt;haha. serious..&lt;br /&gt;okayy..&lt;br /&gt;while we were talking, we noticed that zahirah E6 was enjoying her sleep.&lt;br /&gt;soo..., we decided to left her inside the CG room ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;Mark was like knocking the window and shaking her leg but she still never wake up.&lt;br /&gt;i was like wth.&lt;br /&gt;maybe she's too tired.&lt;br /&gt;after sometime, she noticed that the room was dark and no one was inside.&lt;br /&gt;so she woke up and open the door.&lt;br /&gt;haha. Sorry zahirah!&lt;br /&gt;kesian sehh.&lt;br /&gt;i was laughing when she cutely say that she's afraid of the dark.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;dont worry zahirah, i'm also afraid of the dark.&lt;br /&gt;After kacau-ing her, we decided to leave as it was alrd almoost 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;while the others went home straighht, Fifi, Andy and i went to have our dinner at KFC together.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;So after the dinner, we went home in separate ways..&lt;br /&gt;hmm..&lt;br /&gt;okay lurhh.&lt;br /&gt;i gtg now..&lt;br /&gt;i promise to load some pics ltr in the aftnoon okies?&lt;br /&gt;till here then..&lt;br /&gt;Nurul Syafiqah(:&lt;br /&gt;Pink loves Green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still confused now.&lt;br /&gt;would you be kind enough to explain the truth?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-6234318436863642578?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/6234318436863642578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=6234318436863642578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/6234318436863642578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/6234318436863642578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/05/psl-rawkks.html' title='PSL RAWKKS!!!'/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-6534343687546976304</id><published>2008-05-15T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T19:57:33.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>helloo everyone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i'm back. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;finally exams are over and we're getting our results back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;OMG. Damn scary siol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My marks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i dont wanna say anything about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;terok sehh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;budden i pass every subjects la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;alamak. was soo sleepy in sch just now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;coz ystrdy i went to follow my dad watch movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;CONGKAK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ahhh... scary siol the movie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;its abt a family, spending their holiday in this particular "bungalow",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;at one kampong la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but after much things happening in the house, they decided to went back to KL and realised that they have gone to the wrong chalet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Haiizz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;if i were there huh, confirm die sehh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hope not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haha. i very coward mah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;okayy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;forget bout it and..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;yeah. i went to sara's house just now.. with zul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;No., actually zul went first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and i'm with nasrry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;budden nasry had to leave coz his mama call out to eat lunch outside together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;so i called zul and asked him whhere he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and he was at sara's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;so i went there la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;took bus 17 and saw leona with her fwens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;wanted to tegur her but i scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;entah apasal tah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sorry ehk babe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;when i reached at the bus stop, zul wasnt there to pick me up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; so i had to call him. haiizz.. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;walk to sara's house together and tada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;dah sampai la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sara ajak makan but i refused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sorry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;eventhough i had gastric* just now.. (* dunno how to spell)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;didnt eat for the whole day la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;so after talking for some time, zul and i went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We WALK home tau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haha. Sara's house is just infront of mine. few blocks away la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;she lived at tampines and i lived at simei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;so had to just  take the Jembatan to go my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hanks zul for "sending" me home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;eventhough i'm nothing special to you anymore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; you still wantt to send me home. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;so.., thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hhmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;at home, eat like hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i mean i ate quite alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;so yeah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tmr, i have duty for the Sec 4 and 5's career seminar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hhmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ok lurhs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;until here then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Gd Nite and Sleep tight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nurul Syafiqah(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pink loves Green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-6534343687546976304?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-748776709438941004</id><published>2008-05-11T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T21:44:46.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY MOTHERS' DAY MAMA!!!</title><content type='html'>Today is mothers day..&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt celebrate it with my mum this year coz i aldr did last year.&lt;br /&gt;this year, i celebrated it with my other family and mum, which is my step mum.&lt;br /&gt;actually, i alrd treat her like my own mum la..&lt;br /&gt;okay whatever.&lt;br /&gt;so this year, we went to eat at orchard..&lt;br /&gt;ermm...wait.&lt;br /&gt;what was restaurant name?&lt;br /&gt;something starts with pondok.&lt;br /&gt;so its Pondok ___________.&lt;br /&gt;its near plaza singapura..&lt;br /&gt;As for last year, we had our lunch at Siam Kitchen at bugis.&lt;br /&gt;the dishes there was damn delicious bodoh..&lt;br /&gt;especially the mango thingy. i dunno what its called.&lt;br /&gt;haha. forget bout it.&lt;br /&gt;after eating, we went shopping abit at plaza sing.&lt;br /&gt;i bought new shoes... haha.&lt;br /&gt;damn nice.&lt;br /&gt;to me la..&lt;br /&gt;ok lah.&lt;br /&gt;i gtg now.&lt;br /&gt;till here then&lt;br /&gt;Nurul Syafiqah&lt;br /&gt;Pink loves Green :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-748776709438941004?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/748776709438941004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=748776709438941004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/748776709438941004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/748776709438941004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day-mama.html' title='HAPPY MOTHERS&apos; DAY MAMA!!!'/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-857141530190304873</id><published>2008-05-10T22:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T22:24:12.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One more paper to go and i'm done. Ain., dont think too much about him. He sucks.</title><content type='html'>I'm seriously feeling soo angry now..&lt;br /&gt;to who?&lt;br /&gt;Of course this particular bastard., who hurt my bestfriend's feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Idiot you!!!&lt;br /&gt;kau ingat kau sorang je yang hidup kat dunia ni ehk?&lt;br /&gt;you're just thinking about yourself and not others..&lt;br /&gt;WTH.&lt;br /&gt;if i can see you, i would just smack your idiotic face and cut you into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;if i can la..&lt;br /&gt;Isshh...&lt;br /&gt;ain., just relax and cool down kaes.&lt;br /&gt;Love you lots and take care.&lt;br /&gt;Iqah :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-857141530190304873?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/857141530190304873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=857141530190304873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/857141530190304873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/857141530190304873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-more-paper-to-go-and-im-done.html' title='One more paper to go and i&apos;m done. Ain., dont think too much about him. He sucks.'/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-787000076219895566</id><published>2008-05-08T19:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T19:29:10.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEE... One more paper to go!!</title><content type='html'>Today's thursday, tomorrow's friday.&lt;br /&gt;Friday? ouh yeah. NO school.&lt;br /&gt;haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;had no paper tomorrow and supposingly no need to go to sch but i've got PSL.&lt;br /&gt;hhmmm.. nvm.&lt;br /&gt;I'll do whatever i takes for PSL.&lt;br /&gt;hhaha. hope so la.&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, sorry fwens for not updating my blog.&lt;br /&gt;was DAMN busy lurhhs..&lt;br /&gt;had E-maths paper 1 today and physics.&lt;br /&gt;bot was.......screwed.&lt;br /&gt;WTH. -_-&lt;br /&gt;i didnt even noe how to solve the first and last questions.&lt;br /&gt;and of course., not only that.&lt;br /&gt;i also didnt managed to solve 2-3 questions.&lt;br /&gt;Oh mum, pls dont be angry with me...&lt;br /&gt;hhmmm.. speaking of my mum,&lt;br /&gt;ira, ain, hafizah, nasry and me went to whitesands and downtown to find presents for our own mums.&lt;br /&gt;except for nasry lah.&lt;br /&gt;i dont think he cares. :)&lt;br /&gt;wentt in this particular shop at downtown and saw LOTS of pooh bears.&lt;br /&gt;omg. i'm just in love with POOH.&lt;br /&gt;he is soo cute.&lt;br /&gt;if you dont like him, it means you dont like me too! :p&lt;br /&gt;haha. lame.&lt;br /&gt;hhmmm... lets talk about the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;starting with....&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY.&lt;br /&gt;Had English paper 3 and Malay paper 2.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why the hack that our school needs 3 papers for english.&lt;br /&gt;too curious to know.&lt;br /&gt;Would anyone be kind enough to explain to me?&lt;br /&gt;after the paper, zahirah, ain and me went to downtown to eat.&lt;br /&gt;but unfortunately.,&lt;br /&gt;Macdonalds was packed.&lt;br /&gt;so we went to eat at cavana instead. (its at whitesands)&lt;br /&gt;Otw there, we met azman.&lt;br /&gt;i think ira called him down.&lt;br /&gt;so we sat at the corner right at the end.&lt;br /&gt;Ira and Azman on one seat and Ain, Nasry and me on the other seat, facing that lovely couple.&lt;br /&gt;(actually, the seat are like benches, cushion type).&lt;br /&gt;*shit me coz i dont know how to explain clearly.&lt;br /&gt;So we ate and studied physics there.&lt;br /&gt;Ain wasnt even listening when azman tried to explain the concept.&lt;br /&gt;she was happily reading a  malay story book called, KERANAMU AIN.&lt;br /&gt;she's reading about a person named ain.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;after much studying, we went home.&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo. i very lazy to post alrd leh.&lt;br /&gt;till here then.&lt;br /&gt;Nurul Syafiqah :)&lt;br /&gt;PINK LOVES GREEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And btw, Happy 1st month Anniversary to Ain and her Mr Teddy. ((080408))&lt;br /&gt;Stay cool and happyy kaes?&lt;br /&gt;and Mr Teddy, pls dont hurt this lovely ain. She's sweet and loving you know.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna kill you if you hurt her.!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-787000076219895566?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/787000076219895566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=787000076219895566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/787000076219895566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/787000076219895566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/05/whee-one-more-paper-to-go.html' title='WHEE... One more paper to go!!'/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-8390454501451979532</id><published>2008-05-03T11:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T12:06:20.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams, exams, exams.</title><content type='html'>Sorry coz i didnt write for  quite a long time.&lt;br /&gt;hhmmm.. lets see what i did the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;br /&gt;it was the start of our mid-year examinations.&lt;br /&gt;i had geography and a maths paper.&lt;br /&gt;TWO difficult paper on the same day?&lt;br /&gt;Nice try.. Thanks ah.&lt;br /&gt;nvm.&lt;br /&gt;geography paper was okay.,&lt;br /&gt;except that i forgot what are the river management strategies.&lt;br /&gt;all those river-sectioning and blablabla.&lt;br /&gt;as for A maths paper., we are told to take the examination in the hall,&lt;br /&gt;with the other express  students.&lt;br /&gt;hhmmm...&lt;br /&gt;first time taking in the hall was scary.&lt;br /&gt;my heart was pumping very hard la.&lt;br /&gt;the paper was okay..&lt;br /&gt;but i dont know how to solve 5 questions.&lt;br /&gt;sure fail again..&lt;br /&gt;haaiiz...&lt;br /&gt;we had lessons after that.,&lt;br /&gt;and i was wondering why.&lt;br /&gt;arent we not supposed to have lessons during the examination period?&lt;br /&gt;nvm la.&lt;br /&gt;went straight to kfc with zahirah and weiling.,&lt;br /&gt;while waiting for ain, nasuha and hafizah.&lt;br /&gt;they are soo lambat la.&lt;br /&gt;i meant hafizah and ain.&lt;br /&gt;while waiting for them.,&lt;br /&gt;azman came and sat with us.&lt;br /&gt;and from thatt time onwards huh, i got bullied non-stop by zahirah.&lt;br /&gt;cool iqah.. cool...&lt;br /&gt;while we are having our meals, *hafizah and ain still havent come yet.,&lt;br /&gt; nasry just pop up beside nasuha.&lt;br /&gt;since when did he come, dont ask me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm also still thinking.&lt;br /&gt;so he just sat beside azman., annd kept quiet., as usual.&lt;br /&gt;after ain and hafizah came, i went home with nasry as i was alrd freezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY&lt;br /&gt;we'll skip thursday.&lt;br /&gt;its only labour day.&lt;br /&gt;and i was just sitting still at home.&lt;br /&gt;ouhya., because of this mid-year exams,&lt;br /&gt;i'm grounded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY&lt;br /&gt;we had english paper 1 and 2.&lt;br /&gt;paper one, as usual, compo and report writing.&lt;br /&gt;paper two, also as usual.,&lt;br /&gt;the most difficult one, as for me la.,&lt;br /&gt;its the comprehension+summary+cloze passage.&lt;br /&gt;you know why i say that?&lt;br /&gt;its because, firstly., the paper is okay everytime.,&lt;br /&gt;but its only that its difficult for me to pass them. -,-&lt;br /&gt;after the papers, we had to stay back to finish up our CME project.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm doing with ira. :)&lt;br /&gt;it was okay in the beginning, but i dont know what happen after that.&lt;br /&gt;i mean., its kind of merepek at the end.&lt;br /&gt;dont care la.&lt;br /&gt;dah bagus tu hand in.&lt;br /&gt;after that, went to whitesands with ira and bought doughnuts.&lt;br /&gt;and surprisingly., we ate it at the bus interchange.&lt;br /&gt;haha. mcm orang dah lapar sangat.&lt;br /&gt;after eatting., i went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna have madrasah later at two..&lt;br /&gt;haaiizz....&lt;br /&gt;and after tthat, i dont think i'm going anywhere..&lt;br /&gt;so., i think my post will end now..&lt;br /&gt;gtg siap2 now.&lt;br /&gt;lovelove,&lt;br /&gt;Iqah. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-8390454501451979532?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/8390454501451979532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=8390454501451979532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/8390454501451979532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/8390454501451979532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/05/exams-exams-exams.html' title='Exams, exams, exams.'/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-2716513824884130899</id><published>2008-04-27T15:09:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:49:12.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams are soo leceh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SBQvcnMhL0I/AAAAAAAAAFE/zbiwJivvK94/s1600-h/S73F0378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193828438869356354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SBQvcnMhL0I/AAAAAAAAAFE/zbiwJivvK94/s320/S73F0378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SBQvQHMhLzI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ROIoJAVtpsE/s1600-h/S73F0377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193828224120991538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SBQvQHMhLzI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ROIoJAVtpsE/s320/S73F0377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SBQufnMhLyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/IGFS_c1OCn0/s1600-h/S73F0376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193827390897336098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SBQufnMhLyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/IGFS_c1OCn0/s320/S73F0376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SBQuHnMhLxI/AAAAAAAAAEs/jYjX9m0tddg/s1600-h/S73F0373.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SBQt03MhLwI/AAAAAAAAAEk/vN1IUm72ReQ/s1600-h/S73F0372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193826656457928450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SBQt03MhLwI/AAAAAAAAAEk/vN1IUm72ReQ/s320/S73F0372.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SBQtn3MhLvI/AAAAAAAAAEc/apeusj6L1EI/s1600-h/S73F0371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193826433119629042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SBQtn3MhLvI/AAAAAAAAAEc/apeusj6L1EI/s320/S73F0371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SBQsD3MhLuI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1pS6lhboBaA/s1600-h/S73F0370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193824715132710626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SBQsD3MhLuI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1pS6lhboBaA/s320/S73F0370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;haaiizz.... (sigh).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;soo tired la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just came back from pasir ris..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i'm gonna turn darker..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sat under the sun just now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watch maman and the rest having soccer training.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ira was soo happy la..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from the start keep laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hhmmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm soo stupid and i just realise that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didnt bring my geography notes back, when i've planned to study it during the weekends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aarrggghhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then now i got nth to study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;except for practicing a maths or revise chemistry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe i should study both of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rather than doing nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i guess this post would be short then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gtg now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lovelove, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iqah. :) &lt;/div&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&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/8201622858333481589-2716513824884130899?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/2716513824884130899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=2716513824884130899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/2716513824884130899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/2716513824884130899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/04/exams-are-soo-leceh.html' title='Exams are soo leceh.'/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SBQvcnMhL0I/AAAAAAAAAFE/zbiwJivvK94/s72-c/S73F0378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-5821838892102142904</id><published>2008-04-25T21:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:49:13.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SBHjNnMhLrI/AAAAAAAAAD8/n8EZ35QIRhI/s1600-h/Image046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193181668334186162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SBHjNnMhLrI/AAAAAAAAAD8/n8EZ35QIRhI/s320/Image046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The "cleaners" of the CG room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SBHiz3MhLqI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Ao2qxbBdqpI/s1600-h/DSC00155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193181225952554658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SBHiz3MhLqI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Ao2qxbBdqpI/s320/DSC00155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the final look of the CG ROOM. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SBHg23MhLmI/AAAAAAAAADY/S3NfwsvPYTg/s1600-h/DSC00154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193179078468906594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SBHg23MhLmI/AAAAAAAAADY/S3NfwsvPYTg/s320/DSC00154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I didnt know that ira was soo enthu about this.. haha. JK. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SBHgfHMhLlI/AAAAAAAAADQ/GS_m6SzNpHw/s1600-h/DSC00153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193178670447013458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SBHgfHMhLlI/AAAAAAAAADQ/GS_m6SzNpHw/s320/DSC00153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fifi, Andy and Sherman :)&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/8201622858333481589-5821838892102142904?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/5821838892102142904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=5821838892102142904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/5821838892102142904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/5821838892102142904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/04/cleaners-of-cg-room-this-is-final-look.html' title=''/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SBHjNnMhLrI/AAAAAAAAAD8/n8EZ35QIRhI/s72-c/Image046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-4942675788433137840</id><published>2008-04-25T19:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:49:14.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mass cleaning was fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SBHW83MhLgI/AAAAAAAAACo/K-HeAKubiRg/s1600-h/DSC00151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193168186431843842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SBHW83MhLgI/AAAAAAAAACo/K-HeAKubiRg/s320/DSC00151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SBHWE3MhLfI/AAAAAAAAACg/5nGZPHS2bps/s1600-h/DSC00147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193167224359169522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SBHWE3MhLfI/AAAAAAAAACg/5nGZPHS2bps/s320/DSC00147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SBHVznMhLeI/AAAAAAAAACY/C3h51V6lOoc/s1600-h/DSC00146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193166928006426082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SBHVznMhLeI/AAAAAAAAACY/C3h51V6lOoc/s320/DSC00146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SBHVQXMhLdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/X-f8q4lkfC4/s1600-h/DSC00144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193166322416037330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SBHVQXMhLdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/X-f8q4lkfC4/s320/DSC00144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; alamak! the fat pig doesnt look nice doing that face! (zahirah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SBHU1HMhLcI/AAAAAAAAACI/XL0Ht5TrzsU/s1600-h/DSC00142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193165854264602050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SBHU1HMhLcI/AAAAAAAAACI/XL0Ht5TrzsU/s320/DSC00142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; andy, with his rolled up pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SBHSPHMhLbI/AAAAAAAAACA/-G08u23RrGs/s1600-h/DSC00141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193163002406317490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SBHSPHMhLbI/AAAAAAAAACA/-G08u23RrGs/s320/DSC00141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Irwan, moping the floor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehehe.. nice job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hey everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How's my day today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hhmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it was okay. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lessons were held as as per normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had two free periods., which is the last period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mdm Kang didnt come to our class during social studies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So the rest decided to play., but i was happily sleeping at the back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i cant even open my eyes that time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;was too sleepy la..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After sleeping for 1 hour, i was fresh again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Watched yanting, zahirah, nasuha, meiting, aisyah, jessica, weiling and jun wean play &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"True or Dare".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it was funny la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Meiting had to do a dare, which she supposed to go to reyro and say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Eh, you very smelly leh."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She did as what she was told but she ran back when reyro show a face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She damn cute la.., but everything scared..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So after school., weiling, zahirah, nasuha and me went to downtown macdonalds to have our lunch, before going for malay oral exam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The oral was okayy...but i screwed up ALOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;mcm mane nak pass ni... :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The reading passage was about frog and toad, while the conversation part was about pets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i was damn scared la coz i didnt even have one at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I talked about cats, eventhough i had none of them but i wish to. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So i went on talking in broken malay + abit of english.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;as i was talking., i was stucked at a point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I didnt even know whats "owner" in malay!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;arhhh... die! die! die!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was making that stupid sounds like "ermm","hmmm", "ahhh"..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haiya., i think i fail la...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;nvm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After the oral exam, ira and me went to the CG Room, to do a mass cleaning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;when we reached there, the other Sec&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;s and &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sec &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;twos &lt;/span&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; already Removing the Sofas outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We cleaned the cabinets, lockers and walls first before splashing buckets of water in the room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so after we've cleaned the cabinets, lockers and walls, we began to sweep the floor while the boys carry all the furnitures outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After everything is done., we took 2 buckets of water and pour it to the floor of the room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As the room was infront of the canteen., we sweep the water out to the canteen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We were happily enjoying playing with water while sweeping it out.&lt;br /&gt;After moping the room, we went outside and played the game named "Tongkah".*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;* i dont know the name of the game actually..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nvm. Just named it "Tongkah". =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We laugh alot while playing the game as some of us became blur when it was their turn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When the floor of the room had dried, we started to rearrange the furnitures in a new way.,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;did some rules too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;While we was arranging the furnitures., suddenly a lizard and a cockroach appeared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;of course it appeared at different time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We were shouting around the room, climbing on the Sofas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Luckily brave allan and andy manage to kill them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haha. Lucky you guys are brave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;not like sherman and irfan, who stood there with the girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After much arrangements, we decided to go home at 5pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i took bus 12 and went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div align="left"&gt; till here then..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div align="left"&gt;lovelove,Iqah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cf717aa7b8d4f222" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/SBHW83MhLgI/AAAAAAAAACo/K-HeAKubiRg/s72-c/DSC00151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-1883497256712156552</id><published>2008-04-24T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T22:57:58.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone please help me in my maths..</title><content type='html'>Its been  a great day today.&lt;br /&gt;but maths still make my day ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;Today's lessons was okay.,&lt;br /&gt;and we even had free periods, which was during Physics lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Double period summore..&lt;br /&gt;I didnt waste my time during that period of time,&lt;br /&gt;practicing more A maths sums.&lt;br /&gt;The whole class were asked to meet Mr Gng during lunch assembly.&lt;br /&gt;i was shocked coz i didnt know anything.&lt;br /&gt;It was about our class, being too noisy during lessons.&lt;br /&gt;WTH. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Had free A maths tuition with Ms Woo after school just now.&lt;br /&gt;There were alot of questions to be asked,&lt;br /&gt;but its just that i was too blur to know which questions that i'm unsure of.*&lt;br /&gt;*Just ignore that part.&lt;br /&gt;After that short tuition, Ms Woo gave us a few worksheets that has to be done during the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;I was glad, at the same time, being lazy to complete all those assignments.&lt;br /&gt;i still had another a maths assignment to complete and she gave us another.&lt;br /&gt;nvm. Practice makes perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Went out to study with zahirah after that.&lt;br /&gt;we had lunch at macdonalds, and soon decided to study there too.&lt;br /&gt;Ira was soo concentrating on her study,&lt;br /&gt;while i was just flipping through the assignments that Ms Woo gave us.&lt;br /&gt;it was raining and i was super cold.&lt;br /&gt;It was sooo cold that i didnt get to write my work nicely.&lt;br /&gt;So., i decided to give up and do it at home instead.&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm busy revising GEOGRAPHY, as i also suck at it.&lt;br /&gt;Not that really bad la.. but i always get a borderline mark for geography tests.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i just fail to pass. :(&lt;br /&gt;Hope that i can do well for my mid-year..&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'll stop until here..&lt;br /&gt;Gd Nite everyone and slip tight.&lt;br /&gt;Stay fresh tmr and gd luck for your mid-year exams haisians!&lt;br /&gt;Lovelove,&lt;br /&gt;Iqah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Today is 240408&lt;br /&gt;and tmr is 250408.&lt;br /&gt;A special day tmr...&lt;br /&gt;Dont ask why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-1883497256712156552?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/1883497256712156552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=1883497256712156552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/1883497256712156552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/1883497256712156552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/04/someone-please-help-me-in-my-maths.html' title='Someone please help me in my maths..'/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-2154048657026645489</id><published>2008-04-22T21:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T22:21:03.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another tiring day.</title><content type='html'>I did nothing special today.&lt;br /&gt;Ouhya. I was suppose to read the morning annoucement today and i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry fifi., and thanks for replacing me just now.&lt;br /&gt;hhmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;Had to see Ms Woo for 6 periods today, including aftn supp.&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't that bad after all..&lt;br /&gt;As for A maths, we did some revisions for the mid-year examinations..&lt;br /&gt;I was stucked at most of the questions.&lt;br /&gt;OMG. How am i suppose to pass my A maths paper?&lt;br /&gt;i've failed for the common test and pls, not again.&lt;br /&gt;Nvm., i'll try my best.&lt;br /&gt;Go iqah!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;br /&gt;English was okay.., but ira and i was alrd halfway asleep!&lt;br /&gt;Damn tired la..&lt;br /&gt;i had muscle cramps at 2am and i cant sleep.&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful is that?&lt;br /&gt;haaiizz..&lt;br /&gt;After school., ira and i went to WS with nasry.&lt;br /&gt;i still can see that both of them aren;t in good terms..&lt;br /&gt;I mean., they are not happy with each other, and had to bcoz i was there. -.-&lt;br /&gt;nvm la. let them be then.&lt;br /&gt;i mean i've tried to.., but... hmm..nvm.&lt;br /&gt;Forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;so..., after eating ice-cream with ira.,&lt;br /&gt;I went home while ira meet her bf at the library. :)&lt;br /&gt;It was only 5pm so i decided to accompany nasry awhile..&lt;br /&gt;We just talk about sch stuffs. Nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;So we went home at arnd 7pm., after much talking.&lt;br /&gt;Then i was told that i have to stay at home ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;It's soo unfair.&lt;br /&gt;Why cant i just follow my other family members to the mall?&lt;br /&gt;And., believe it or not., i've never stayed at home alone before.&lt;br /&gt;Not even once!&lt;br /&gt;So it was abit tough for me just now..&lt;br /&gt;Luckily Zul was free to accompany me..&lt;br /&gt;If not., i'll be crying the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;Its not that i'm afraid, but its just my imaginations that made me think too much.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, think smth negative.&lt;br /&gt;hhmm..&lt;br /&gt;Now, i have to do my homework, before going to slp.&lt;br /&gt;So i guess till here then.&lt;br /&gt;Gd nite and switt dreams!&lt;br /&gt;lovelove., Iqah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-2154048657026645489?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/2154048657026645489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=2154048657026645489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/2154048657026645489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/2154048657026645489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-tiring-day.html' title='Another tiring day.'/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-7313986924541003860</id><published>2008-04-20T19:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T20:21:08.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is soo complicated</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Hey. I'm back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sorry, coz my blog is quite empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hmm.. I'm soo down now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Because of some reasons..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Let me talk about some things that i did in the past few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I had speech day on friday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It was preety great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And the dance., it was really great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;didnt expect it to be that nice actually.haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but it really turned great..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Then in had a really bad fight with Mr ____.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I was just playing around la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and it turned out very bad. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i didnt talk to him for like two days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;nvm la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Went to religious class in the afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Nothing much today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;coz i was emo-ing in the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;which is today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I went out with my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;wanted to go escape budden when we reached there, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;there's alot of "unexpected" people there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;so we went to ride the Duck Tours instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(eventhough it was for tourists).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;had a fun ride and i learnt something new. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ok for now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i'll blog again next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;love.,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Iqah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-2077181666175151097</id><published>2008-01-25T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T00:11:04.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hellooo Everybody on earth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;heyhey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hellooo... hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I dunno why., but i'm soo happy today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hhmmm..., school was okae today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The first period was english.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It was okay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nothing fun happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Maths was okay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;but i'm soo scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ms Woo said that 50% of us are gonna fail our maths test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;OMG. I'm soo dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;haha. I didnt noe how to do ALOT of questions. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;NVM.... My fault btw..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm soo stupid. =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;okae.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Recess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I ate. surprisingly. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I usually dont eat during recess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;If  i eat also., i only eat bread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;haha. Diet la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hhmmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Malay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Tkde keje sehh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i'm supposed to collect worksheets for the two periods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But there was none.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;haaiiz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So we stayed in the chinese class., disturbing people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;haha. tkde keje ape...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ira soo bad la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;She learn how speak chinese and then she was lyk shouting from one end to another end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Then during lessons, we're passing sweets all around the class lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;but ira and me didnt get one la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Coz when Zi Cong pass the sweeta to us., the teacher came a nd took it from ira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;His fault la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Go and walk while carrying the sweets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Just to pass it to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And summore., the teacher saw him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Wah. Soo unlucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hhmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;NVM la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;F&amp;amp;N was boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;We have to go to 3N2's class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Wah. their class soo small sia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I mean the amount of people they have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Its soo good lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I like small class. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Less noisy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;blahblahblah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Okay.. School is over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ira, me and the others went to eat our lunch in the canteen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;After eating., we gossip about some people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;haha. Dont worry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It got nothing to do with other people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Its about some particular people in our class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Not gossiping la. Just talking about a fact. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;After  that, we went for free Amaths tuiition by Ms Woo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yeah. I finally noe how to do the sums in A maths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Iqah very slow what.... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;After tuition., i went to meet zul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hey, just to confirm with you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm not with him okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Get what i mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm not his girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Just a normal, close friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Just because i hug him everytime., doesnt mean that we're together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hahaha. okae forget about it. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;We chat about something  important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Actually it got othing to do with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Only that he knows the story of me and someoone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And that someone doesnt wanna explain the things to me by himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hhmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Andand., i get to meet zul's abg angkat. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Kental arh iqah nie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Zul soo bad la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Go and give him my number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Like WTH. =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I hate it when people know my number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Unless it is for a purpose lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But this one.,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; eventhough i always see him sumwhere i live.,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I didnt even talk to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Not even saying hello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Its not that i dont wanna say hello.,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;buddden that time i dont know him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;U dont expect me saying hi to a stranger ryt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;NVM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ok lah gtg now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;lovelove, Iqah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;12.10AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;25/01/08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-2077181666175151097?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/2077181666175151097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=2077181666175151097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/2077181666175151097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/2077181666175151097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/01/hellooo-everybody-on-earth.html' title='Hellooo Everybody on earth!'/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-7596117246648022728</id><published>2008-01-23T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T21:42:49.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm soo pemalas. Haha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hellllllooooozzz Everyyyonneee.&lt;br /&gt;hhmm...&lt;br /&gt;today., im very happy.&lt;br /&gt;haha. tak tau asal pulak ehk.&lt;br /&gt;Whatt did ii do today?&lt;br /&gt;Ouh. First period., A-maths.&lt;br /&gt;hhmmm.&lt;br /&gt;i dont really understand those simultaneous sums.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody help miiiiieeeee!!!! =X&lt;br /&gt;nvm.&lt;br /&gt;Guess i'll see ms woo ltr on friday..&lt;br /&gt;haaiizzz..&lt;br /&gt;After amaths was recess.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. Like everydayy la...&lt;br /&gt;I never eat 1.&lt;br /&gt;coz i still have lunch =)&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;moving onn...&lt;br /&gt;Social studies?&lt;br /&gt;Super bored.&lt;br /&gt;I dont even understand what she's teaching. (not writting my teacher's name)&lt;br /&gt;hhmmm...&lt;br /&gt;CME?&lt;br /&gt;ok lah..&lt;br /&gt;We shared about persistence.&lt;br /&gt;Have to do reflection about it...&lt;br /&gt;okies.&lt;br /&gt;after that....,&lt;br /&gt;Ouh. It was maths time!&lt;br /&gt;Ok larh.. but sometimes i dont understand on the sums.&lt;br /&gt;Ape sehh.&lt;br /&gt;Soo not good in maths,&lt;br /&gt;and then i was asked to do A-maths.&lt;br /&gt;haaiizz..&lt;br /&gt;Lunch time!!&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;What did i eat?&lt;br /&gt;ouh. i didnt eat rice.&lt;br /&gt;I think i ate a bread.&lt;br /&gt;Thats all.&lt;br /&gt;haha. Diet lah..&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. I'm fat tau.... :(&lt;br /&gt;i'm 48 kg.&lt;br /&gt;Very heavy ryt??&lt;br /&gt;Actually its acceptable.. coz i'm tall.&lt;br /&gt;Not thatt tall lah.. 1.63cm only...&lt;br /&gt;hhmmm...&lt;br /&gt;there's english supp today...&lt;br /&gt;haaiiz...&lt;br /&gt;okok.&lt;br /&gt;After that., my friends and i went to eat at mcdonalds..&lt;br /&gt;I was SOOO dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;Was having a BAD headache.&lt;br /&gt;migrain i think.&lt;br /&gt;hhmmm...&lt;br /&gt;After eating., we headed to the library.&lt;br /&gt;STUDYING arh..&lt;br /&gt;haha. Was only doing h/w.&lt;br /&gt;I did nothing.&lt;br /&gt;coz it was soo noisy... :(&lt;br /&gt;hhmmm...&lt;br /&gt;nvm..&lt;br /&gt;I think thats all i did today...&lt;br /&gt;ok lah. gtg now...&lt;br /&gt;lovelove, Iqah.&lt;br /&gt;9.40PM&lt;br /&gt;23/01/08&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/8201622858333481589-7596117246648022728?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/7596117246648022728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=7596117246648022728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/7596117246648022728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/7596117246648022728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/01/am-i-yours.html' title='I&apos;m soo pemalas. Haha.'/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-1876991820064885427</id><published>2008-01-22T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T20:59:10.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need some HELP.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hhmmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Guessing on why i need help?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But seriously., i do need help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;In a dilemma now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hhmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;bcoz of this, i cried juz now in  sch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Shoudnt have cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;haaiizzz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Why are you disturbing me and making my life bcum so difficult?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Every sms of yours, makes me go crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;NOT crazy of you but its just make me go crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And oso bcoz of you, i'm not in a good mood today., eventhough some can see me smiling and laughing. But deeply inside my heart., i'm angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;In fact., you SPOILED my day. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;why must it be me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;why isnt it not be some other girls..., or wdva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;nvm.. just forget abt this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I DONT care on what u gonna say but., life is better without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i need peace. And FREEDOM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i need time to relax after the hard broken moment i had 2 months ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and now, you're coming in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;maybe i should give you a chance, but when i think twice, my answer might be NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Its soo stressful that i cant even concentrate on my studies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And please, dont hide anything from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SPIT IT OUT MANN..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;dont keep me waiting or being irritated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm not actually waiting for you but i had to coz its stressing myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and i want it out from my mind asap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;For those readers who dont understand, its ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;its not a big deal after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm just expressing my feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hhmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;okae la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;gtg now and i finish up my homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sorry if its too emotional coz i'm really2 not in d mood now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;lovelove, Iqah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;8.54PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;22/01/08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-2046764019519297792</id><published>2008-01-21T20:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T20:33:25.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm soo irritated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Heyys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i got nothing to talk abt but yea..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;today i'm late for school..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;coz of some stupid incident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but luckily i dont need to do PC lah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hhmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;theres this someone who is soo irritating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;soo irritating la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;just imagine., someone who likes to prank call you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;soo stupid la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i feel lyk fucking that person arh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;haaiizzz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;nvm la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but all i'm trying to say is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i'm stressed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so., if u noe who u are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;just stoping doing it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hhmmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;okae la.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;gtg now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lovelove, Iqah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;8.28PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;22/01/08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-2046764019519297792?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/2046764019519297792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=2046764019519297792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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say on my title..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Heyhey..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Loongg time nvr post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;actually., not that long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Just a few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hmmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i'm soo bored now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;eventhough i have lots of homework to do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Guess i better start on it now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hhmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;what did i do the last few days??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ouhya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;on thurs., ira, zul, nasry and me went to macdonalds to eat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hhmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now than i noe that zul has a weird friend..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jokingg larh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hhmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Zul's abg angkat is soo lovely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;tengok arh mcm maner dier layan zul sehh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But that doesnt mean i want him as my abg angkat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hhmmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Just abit jealous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;coz since he work.,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;he got ALOT of abg and kakak angkat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jealous arh... =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hahahs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;NVM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;On friday..., i went to the beach with zul aft school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Just relaxing our minds...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Since we broke up. =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;shh... just keep it to yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;okae..., and it was soo sad that ira cant follow us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Just bcoz she wants to sleep. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;haaiizz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Saturday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i went to madrasah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and soo on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;study.study.study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Recess? 10 MINS ONLY??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i can die..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wanna noe y?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Coz i eat VERY slow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;u can ask ira..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;After that., my dad fetch me and we went to eat at Seoul Garden with my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hhmmm... yummy. Loongg time never eat there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;okies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;after that i go rewang kat my cousin's block.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And for goodness sake., i dont even noe who's getting married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I dont even kenal anyonne there lurrhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;NVM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;going on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lepas tu balik arh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;then tido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;NO. Wait. before i sleep., i talk to zul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;thru sms la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;No wonder he nvr reply my msgs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;he's working!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;how can i forget???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;nvm... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Then i say sorry la coz i misunderstood him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ingatkan tknk reply sehh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;haiizz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Luckily he forgive me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hahas =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and we fight again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hahahaaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;With me arnd., you can nvr wish to be peaceful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'M IRRITATING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i think la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;okae.. forget about it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hhmmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;what did do ehk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ouh. i wake up soo late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;lyk at 11+?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;not that late arhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;okae.., i woke up and sms zul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ask him whether he's mad at me or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and this was what he replied..:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"....i'm not. and dont ask me whether i'm sure or not."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hahas. i always ask whether his sure or not in everything that he replied me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;IRRITATING KAN??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;now you all noe how irritatin i am ryt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ok shut up iqah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hhmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ok lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;mainly that was what i did the past few days..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And not forgetting today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I think i'll stop here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;coz i noe you all get irritated already..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sorry kaes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;lovelove, iqah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;20/01/08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2.32 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-1170666070273400616?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-7784710291931663148</id><published>2008-01-15T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T15:09:45.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soo Happy.. XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;YEAH!!! WWhhheee......&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Today, is the happiest day of my lyfe.&lt;br /&gt;noe y?&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not tellin'...&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;not really important to tell actually.&lt;br /&gt;Sooo...yea.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;Ouhya. I don't noe why but my leg is soo painful that i can hardly walk.&lt;br /&gt;Don't noe why..&lt;br /&gt;haiizz..., mayb coz i'm too active?&lt;br /&gt;haha. NOPE. i'm not that active.. Except for dance.&lt;br /&gt;that 1 must be really2 active.&lt;br /&gt;If not., i wont have mood for dance and thats me.&lt;br /&gt;In fact., if you see me looking very upset or angry,&lt;br /&gt;then it means that i wont have mood to dance too. hahas. :)&lt;br /&gt;hhmmm.. i think i wont talk much today..&lt;br /&gt;Not because of no mood.. but juz abit busy with homework,&lt;br /&gt;and i need lots of time to figure out the questions for E-maths.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why.., but i found A-maths easier then E-maths&lt;br /&gt;and i noe that you gonna say that i'm crazy..&lt;br /&gt;haha. I AM CRAZY.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. nvm.&lt;br /&gt;continue again next time..&lt;br /&gt;and my next time means tmr..&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. X) *crazy ppl do crazy stuffs.=p&lt;br /&gt;lovelove, Iqah&lt;br /&gt;15/01/08&lt;br /&gt;19.55PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-7784710291931663148?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/7784710291931663148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=7784710291931663148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/7784710291931663148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/7784710291931663148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/01/soo-happy-xd.html' title='Soo Happy.. XD'/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-3360072701454441416</id><published>2008-01-13T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T10:48:38.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next day.... still sick! :(</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone.. :)&lt;br /&gt;i'm back! xp&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing to talk bout actually..&lt;br /&gt;but there's smth that i wanna tell..&lt;br /&gt;I can feel that some ppl hates me.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not sure why.,&lt;br /&gt;but it makes me feel wrong.&lt;br /&gt;its not that i want ppl to love me..,&lt;br /&gt;but if you think that my act is a pain to you..,&lt;br /&gt;then just tell me..&lt;br /&gt;I wont get angry but i'll try to change myself.&lt;br /&gt;(* i noe my english sucks*)&lt;br /&gt;ok lah..&lt;br /&gt;till here..&lt;br /&gt;lovelove, Iqah.&lt;br /&gt;13/01/08&lt;br /&gt;10.50AM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-3360072701454441416?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/3360072701454441416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=3360072701454441416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/3360072701454441416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/3360072701454441416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/01/next-day-still-sick.html' title='Next day.... still sick! :('/><author><name>Your words mean everything to me.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09013607136645197190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQ4z1D0WtUA/STPXmKAIByI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wa3vStcBlso/S220/DSC00064.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8201622858333481589.post-7848539820614042743</id><published>2008-01-12T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T10:51:31.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heyheyhey... Its me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Heyheyhey... Its me, Syaafiqqah :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(ppl call me Iqaah).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;OR sometyms &lt;strong&gt;IKAN! -_- &lt;/strong&gt;(its a malay word for &lt;strong&gt;FISH&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hmmm.., long tym nvr blog..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Guess i'm doing a ryt thing.. x)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ermm.. Whr should i start??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hahas. Mayb i'll introduce myself..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;15&lt;/strong&gt; wannabe.., student of Hai Sing Catholic.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; anymore in 2n1.[[miee soo sad..]] :(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hmmm... wat bout sch?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Neh..its nice.., in a new class..(&lt;strong&gt;3n1'08&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;but we still haven't bonded yet..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Truly speaking.., I&lt;strong&gt; DONT&lt;/strong&gt; NOE SOME OF MY CLASSMATES NAME!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hehehe... xD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;New Sec 1s? They're okay...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;k... what else?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ouhya! Speaking of Sec1s, i was lucky this year..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wanna noe y?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I get to "lead" e' sec 1s..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cool ryt? hahaha =)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Its smth tat i've looking forward to.., &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;since i didnt get to be in e' oreintation in Sec1! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sad ryt? =( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;all thanks to the food that i ate that made me sick arh..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I ony get to attend it on e' 1st day la..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;haiizzz....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ok. what else?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hmmm...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;SICK&lt;/strong&gt;. ='(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My temperature was 39.9 juz nw..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hope i'll can get better by tmr..., &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;as i dont wanna miss e' audition 4 danceworks on monday..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And hopefully i get in. :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ok lah..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Gtg nw..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lovelove, Iqah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;12/01/08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;23.30PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8201622858333481589-7848539820614042743?l=syafiqahisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/feeds/7848539820614042743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8201622858333481589&amp;postID=7848539820614042743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/7848539820614042743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8201622858333481589/posts/default/7848539820614042743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syafiqahisme.blogspot.com/2008/01/heyheyhey-its-me.html' title='Heyheyhey... 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