<?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-7966251640310171626</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:41:15.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Life She Has Found</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>110</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-3810617757400260464</id><published>2009-06-06T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T15:19:49.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>120th Post</title><content type='html'>LOL. The title was not needed. It was just random.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, guys, I'm back. After soooooo VERYYYYY Long.&lt;br /&gt;Reason why I'm so quiet: Let's just say, there's nothing much going on right now.&lt;br /&gt;Except busy-ness all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy with what, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;FYP, Asian Youth Games (AYG) &amp;amp; SA.&lt;br /&gt;So many things to do, So little time.&lt;br /&gt;FYP mid-term assessment was recently over. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;Tough luck. Tough assessors, except for one - Patrick.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Nicest guy ever.&lt;br /&gt;Shan't elaborate on FYP. But just know that I should be doing well. (I hope)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AYG, gosh... Shouldn't have got involved in this in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;Now, my jobscope, have to manage a team, &amp;amp; publicise everything about AYG &amp;amp; DCID in RP.&lt;br /&gt;How fun is that? Quite fun, but damn, the planning itself, seems very tiring to me.&lt;br /&gt;Excited, but hmm... Don't know what to expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SA... Some stuffs here &amp;amp; there. Coming up: PBL Symposium again.&lt;br /&gt;Busy Busy. Trainings have got to run - New Year 1s just came in.&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh... Really Busy!&lt;br /&gt;Guess this is REALLY LIFE of A YEAR 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I do not know what is wrong with me. But grades arent good either. D - coz' never do RJ (no laptop!). C - coz of many other reasons.&lt;br /&gt;F***. &amp;amp; I don't know, but I guess, I should let someone else take the lead this time.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime there's a change in teams, there is sure to be someone in the team who gave a negative vibe.&lt;br /&gt;Like, you know, "I-don't-like-to-work-with-you" vibe.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I did wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, Less is More, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's updates about school. Busy-ness. Tired out. Holidays are not holidays at all.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody, Anybody, SAVE ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides school, other things have turned out OK as well.&lt;br /&gt;Relationship with Mr. turned 1 year on 23rd May.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do anything much.&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch a concert at Esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat at Popeye's at SG Flyer.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; had a nice long chat about ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Sounds boring, I know.&lt;br /&gt;But oh well, we did enjoy ourselves, simply talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dat's relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Work at Haagen-Dazs was ok too.&lt;br /&gt;Seem to be enjoying myself, meeting different kinds of people &amp;amp; kids.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the flexible timings, I manage to put aside work for a while to focus on school.&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess those are the updates about me.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much, I know.&lt;br /&gt;Boring life. Busy everytime. But oh well, this is Life.&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness, nobody's expecting anything much from me now (Besides the commitment level - SA, FYP, AYG).&lt;br /&gt;These are inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;I miss all my friends. Kai, Tas, Stephen, Natasha.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can find some time to really hang out with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can somebody switch bodies with me for 1 week?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sigh*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-3810617757400260464?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/3810617757400260464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=3810617757400260464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/3810617757400260464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/3810617757400260464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2009/06/120th-post.html' title='120th Post'/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-2989189447380274473</id><published>2009-05-06T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T23:18:38.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*sigh* &gt;.&lt;</title><content type='html'>*sigh* I'm feeling restless. Probably because school is tiring me out.&lt;br /&gt;It's the last stretch, &amp;amp; I'm supposed to do well, do my best, but it doesn't seem to be that way.&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh...&lt;br /&gt;My grades have been mostly Bs so far, &amp;amp; 1 C from 1 module.&lt;br /&gt;I really hope there's not going to be anymore Cs, because it really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, sometimes I feel intimidated in class.&lt;br /&gt;People are like doing better than me, more vocal, smarter in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Typical Firah behaviour)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm trying my best to like, adapt and work with that.&lt;br /&gt;Boy, it sure is tough. Seems to be like everyone is competitive, but I'm not like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's &lt;strong&gt;competition&lt;/strong&gt;, &amp;amp; then, there's &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COMPETITION&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(If you get what I mean)&lt;br /&gt;That is like the only word they have in their dictionary, but oh wells...&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Guess I got to push myself somemore.&lt;br /&gt;Like what Dennis said, &lt;em&gt;"got to 'tekan' her some more..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know what he's trying to say, but I know I just have to push myself harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say?&lt;br /&gt;It is, after all, I think, a dog-eat-dog world out there.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Firah is extremely tired.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-2989189447380274473?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/2989189447380274473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=2989189447380274473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/2989189447380274473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/2989189447380274473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2009/05/sighsigh.html' title='*sigh*sigh* &gt;.&lt;'/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-8223013085890043906</id><published>2009-04-25T14:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T14:02:40.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School's UP &amp; RUNNING</title><content type='html'>School's UP, but I'm gonna update about what I did during the school holidays, the week before school starts.&lt;br /&gt;As you guys know, I ended my IEP that time, &amp;amp; so, I dragged a couple of friends out to East Coast, for CYCLING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328500914666606994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SfKjWawMEZI/AAAAAAAAArA/3oYJyhFPFIs/s320/DSC01671.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HELP! He's trying to kill me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328500918421154882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SfKjWovV7EI/AAAAAAAAArI/5HLutEKyeXU/s320/DSC01676.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Natasha &amp;amp; Me. LOL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328500923387829266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SfKjW7PfXBI/AAAAAAAAArQ/9yFAGvF6jlw/s320/DSC01667.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's say, I was the only DECENT one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328500921198328066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SfKjWzFeOQI/AAAAAAAAArY/zFxivuGywzk/s320/DSC01688.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tired out. LOL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We went back at around 6+ almost 7. I had so much FUN that day! Been a very looong time ever since I cycled. (Of course, after that, my butt &amp;amp; legs were hurting a little).&lt;br /&gt;But who cares? It was SUPER FUN! Just chilling with the people whom you love - in this case, Natasha &amp;amp; Mr. Ahmad Zaki. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;amp; Now, I'm back at home on a Saturday. 1 week of school has just ended. 14 more weeks to go. Haha. I don't know why I'm counting down.&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, Mr. just started work today at Toys 'R' Us. Left me all alone again. Lonely. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hmm... Oh, &amp;amp; I went to ISLAND CREAMERY yesterday. With who? Of course, my darling Mr. I was coughing so bad, but I still wanted ice-cream. (See how stubborn I am?)&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome. The mud-pie. Nutella ice-cream. I want to go again!&lt;br /&gt;Mr. said he'll bring me to Awfully Chocolate next time, when I'm well again. Wee~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Class was ok, so far. Nothing interesting. Same ol' coursemates. Intimidated, but so what? Just gonna do what I want to do, &amp;amp; do it well. 'Chiong' arh! Hahaha... :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;For now, I shall just do my own work. Like my IEP report, which at first I planned on not doing, but on 2nd thought, I just decided to write and finish it. Or, hmm, my FYP research. That might be good.&lt;br /&gt;If not, I'll just surf the Net &amp;amp; see what I can find. Mr. taught me Philosophy yesterday. I enjoyed it. Really. I got to know things which I didn't know. Confusing, but still, Fun &amp;amp; Fulfilling. I'm gonna read up more. Heh. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Till next time, peeps.&lt;br /&gt;Cogito, Ergo Sum.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-8223013085890043906?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/8223013085890043906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=8223013085890043906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/8223013085890043906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/8223013085890043906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2009/04/schools-up-running.html' title='School&apos;s UP &amp; RUNNING'/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SfKjWawMEZI/AAAAAAAAArA/3oYJyhFPFIs/s72-c/DSC01671.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-486432532835910565</id><published>2009-04-10T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T14:28:09.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Was The Last Time I Wrote?</title><content type='html'>Hey Hey.&lt;br /&gt;I'm back after so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All because my laptop was down. Couldn't find the right time to send it to Acer, until yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;My IEP is FINALLY O-V-E-R, OVER! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;It was difficult to leave the place, especially with people like Franky &amp;amp; Sarina around.&lt;br /&gt;They made my day! :)) I'm gonna miss the place, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; So, yeah, the fact that my IEP is over. That's why I manage to sent my laptop to Acer.&lt;br /&gt;Had to wait approximately 4 hours. They figured it was a problem with my motherboard.&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh. Thank God, my data weren't lost. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then, spent 1 whole day with Mr.&lt;br /&gt;Been spending a lot of time with him recently. Some quarrels here &amp;amp; there, mainly my fault.&lt;br /&gt;But it was alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you, sweetheart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; we got very open with each other recently. Shared a lot with him.&lt;br /&gt;He shared quite a lot with me, especially about relevant stuffs, like why girls behave a certain way &amp;amp; guys behave a certain manner in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda interesting. A bit about psychology. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, had dinner with a few SAs. It was nice.&lt;br /&gt;Manage to catch up with them. Awesome. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels so great to have my life back after IEP. There's still a report to do, but oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for DCID Camp &amp;amp; FOP. I think it's gonna be awesome. :))&lt;br /&gt;I also can't wait to just go &amp;amp; have super great FUN with my friends. Anyone up for cycling &amp;amp; movie??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayy... Nothing much to update.&lt;br /&gt;I did took some pictures with Mr. on one of those crazy nights we had.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe will upload some as soon as I got it from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Apparently, his camera phone is better. :P)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, Take Good Care, peeps.&lt;br /&gt;Bestfriends, Close Friends, Darlings, wait for my call/sms.&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna hang out soon! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Fyrah-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-486432532835910565?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/486432532835910565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=486432532835910565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/486432532835910565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/486432532835910565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-was-last-time-i-wrote.html' title='When Was The Last Time I Wrote?'/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-4619037834401713447</id><published>2009-03-27T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T00:25:45.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM-ization</title><content type='html'>*yawns*&lt;br /&gt;I'm yawning as I'm writing this. &amp;amp; the song playing on my laptop: Monsoon by Tokio Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... Dat was not really needed, but oh wells...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, just some updates after so long...&lt;br /&gt;IEP is coming to an end soon... Exactly around 2 more weeks! 2 more weeks people!&lt;br /&gt;Look forward to me, texting/calling you guys up &amp;amp; ask you guys out!&lt;br /&gt;LOL...&lt;br /&gt;But, I've to admit, I'm going to miss the people there lah.&lt;br /&gt;The lame, crappy jokes. The way they like to trick me around. The way they taught me things. Or prolly, just the quietness &amp;amp; serenity when everyone just is so busy doing their stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, for short, just the mini madness &amp;amp; the ups &amp;amp; downs (liveliness &amp;amp; peace) of the environment, &amp;amp; of course, there wouldnt be such an environment if there were no people/staff around. Definitely, I'm going to miss the people. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for IEP.&lt;br /&gt;So many things on my mind right now. Hanging out with friends, getting a new laptop charger, school (FYP, class/classmates, IEP report, etc). I think I just think ahead too much, &amp;amp; worry about the future too much.&lt;br /&gt;HAIZ... Somebody stop me from thinking too much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, talking about sch, I found out my class a few days back.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda worried about the people in my class. But then again, oh well... I dont have a choice, do I?&lt;br /&gt;Just go ahead &amp;amp; finish it off arh... :)&lt;br /&gt;Got to focus, &amp;amp; really start studying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawns* for the 2nd time, I'm yawning while writing this.&lt;br /&gt;I was tired on the way back from work aldy... Fell asleep in the train.&lt;br /&gt;(Pity Mr; Bet he felt like he just made a wasted trip.)&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, I'm supposed to be sleeping, considering the fact that I'm working in the morning tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I guess, thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*/sometimes, goodbye is a second chance... Hmmm... =S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-4619037834401713447?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/4619037834401713447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=4619037834401713447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/4619037834401713447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/4619037834401713447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-ization.html' title='RANDOM-ization'/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-1619098440084369878</id><published>2009-03-09T00:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T00:29:26.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone Miss Me?</title><content type='html'>LOL. Ok, That title for that entry is not needed. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, just some updates about me.&lt;br /&gt;Things are getting a wee bit busy for me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, IEP is getting a LITTLE bit better (just a little).&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I think I have quite a few appointments here &amp;amp; there on my off day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example like this Tuesday;&lt;br /&gt;Matriculation period starts. &amp;amp; err... Bestfriend Natasha bought Red Jumpsuit Apparatus (RJA) concert tickets for me!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... I am looking forward to that since honestly, I've never been to this kind of concert before. I think it's going to be chaos that night. OMG...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... What else? Ohh, err... As usual spend time with Mr. But didnt manage to get proper time. It's always me after work, me before work. I kinda miss spending proper time with Mr. But, oh wells...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!! I also watched SLUMDOG MILLIONAIRE! AWESOME SHOW! Like, seriously AWESOME! No kidding... About this 18 year old guy who played Who Wants To Be A Millionaire, India version. He had no motive of winning, he only wanted some publicity so that he can find someone whom he really loves. Coincidentally, all the questions had something to do with his 18 years of life. So he answered it correctly, but the police couldnt believe it. So, arrested him thinking that hes lying. &amp;amp; dats when, slowly, he will talk about his life story and yeahh... You get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY GREAT, AWESOME SHOW! No kidding about this. Two thumbs up!&lt;br /&gt;Now I see the reason why/how they won so many awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; err... Ohh!!! I have to mention this! Went out with Mr. after work one day. Walking towards Kallang Riverside Park, when suddenly I heard someone shout my name. Guess who it is?! Bestfriend Kai!!! Of all places, we have to cross path at Kallang. Of course, she was with her Mr. Charan. So happy to meet her! Miss her a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, my life has been oh-so-normal. IEP, Home, Go out. Dats all. Boring life, I must say. But, each time I go out with a friend, I'd try my best to enjoy it fully.&lt;br /&gt;Like, really just let loose. So yeah, that's how my life has been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring I know. Dats why I hardly update. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Till next time, readers.&lt;br /&gt;See ya when I see ya~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-1619098440084369878?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/1619098440084369878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=1619098440084369878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/1619098440084369878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/1619098440084369878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2009/03/anyone-miss-me.html' title='Anyone Miss Me?'/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-1225834326984280047</id><published>2009-02-24T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T20:29:09.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So little time, So much to do</title><content type='html'>Ok, my last entry was on V-Day. Which was quite, hrmm... Some time ago.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I don't have anything much to update, but so far, life has been ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped Scriptwriting Workshop today. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Tired. So, I slacked the whole day at home.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 10.30, didn't bathe until 1 pm.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. called to ask me out, but, I asked him to go out with MJ instead, since MJ only has 4 days left before his FYP starts.&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh...&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, there's always a next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; so, I got to know my results.&lt;br /&gt;My overall GPA, I shant reveal it here,&lt;br /&gt;but just know that it remained the same. No increase, No decrease.&lt;br /&gt;But, if you see the grades, there's some improvements,&lt;br /&gt;which I think is good.&lt;br /&gt;But, it's saddening coz I worked so hard, only to see that my GPA remained the same.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year is going to be toughER.&lt;br /&gt;Whats with 3 UTs and what not. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda demoralising. But do I have a choice?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely, no. So, I'm just going to finish it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I'll leave that till later.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm going to finish my attachment, &amp;amp; never going to think about it anymore after that.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then, I'm going to enjoy myself throughout the remaining days before school starts,&lt;br /&gt;before going FULL FORCE into my studies when school reopens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many places I want to go, but I seriously have no time.&lt;br /&gt;1) Marina Barrage&lt;br /&gt;2) Henderson Waves&lt;br /&gt;3) Beach... cycling, etc&lt;br /&gt;4) Island Creamery&lt;br /&gt;5) Place near West Coast Park&lt;br /&gt;6) Shopping?? IT Fair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG... So many things to do, So much fun to have, So little time!&lt;br /&gt;HELP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; tomorrow is back to CC. Sianx...&lt;br /&gt;But there's something to look forward to,&lt;br /&gt;since I'm watching movie tomorrow with Mr.&lt;br /&gt;Slumdog Millionaire. Heh... Awesome! Can't wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aites... Till next time folks.&lt;br /&gt;See ya, when I see ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-1225834326984280047?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/1225834326984280047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=1225834326984280047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/1225834326984280047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/1225834326984280047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-little-time-so-much-to-do.html' title='So little time, So much to do'/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-3693166017725612550</id><published>2009-02-16T00:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T00:19:36.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>V-Day &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&amp;amp; so, I just got home from work at CC. Work was normal. Back to boredom again for the last 4-5 hours. But anyways, work is not what I'm going to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to talk about my V-Day with Mr. yesterday (14 Feb 09).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He fetched me from my place, only to ask me to go back home again.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Coz he gave me a teddy bear as a V-Day gift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303033395701013826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SZgoxtbK3UI/AAAAAAAAAqw/HMpKh2KcRME/s320/DSC00859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ain't he cute? He's wearing a shirt and bermudas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason why he gave me a bear:&lt;/strong&gt; We went window shopping at Vivo one day. We walked past the Build-A-Bear Workshop (BABW). I saw this cute bear, and I was like seriously hooked onto it. That was all there is to it actually. I just got hooked onto the bears there, coz they had like so many different costumes on them. It was really, uber cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guessed thats why he gave me a custom-made bear, n dressed it up the way I like him to dress. This bear even got a birth cert attached to him, ok!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303033394493293042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SZgoxo7OgfI/AAAAAAAAAq4/Pbs8k6MZ-4c/s320/DSC00860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just in case you cant see what is written:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date of Birth: 14/02/2009&lt;br /&gt;Full Name: Ahmad Danish &lt;em&gt;(the name that I wanted for a son. Hehe!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height: 53 cm&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 344 grams&lt;br /&gt;Fur Colour: Tan&lt;br /&gt;Eye Colour: Black&lt;br /&gt;Belongs To: Maghfurah Bte Salimen stuffed with hugs by Darling Zaki.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sweet, right? I Love You, darling!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was what he gave me. The whole day was basically, walking &amp;amp; talking/crapping around. What's with having a break, have a kit-kat, him curing a psycho girl and what not.&lt;br /&gt;It's not all fun, though. I shed some tears sharing my problems with him. But, it was all ok after that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's how my day was yesterday, basically.&lt;br /&gt;I had fun! So much fun with him!&lt;br /&gt;He never fail to make my day.&lt;br /&gt;Thats why I love him so.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, thats about it for this entry.&lt;br /&gt;I see ya when I see ya! :)&lt;br /&gt;Love y'all loads!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*/Trust, Sacrifice, Understanding &amp;amp; Comfort - That's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;, to me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-3693166017725612550?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/3693166017725612550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=3693166017725612550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/3693166017725612550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/3693166017725612550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2009/02/v-day-3.html' title='V-Day &lt;3'/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SZgoxtbK3UI/AAAAAAAAAqw/HMpKh2KcRME/s72-c/DSC00859.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-2228795418426494152</id><published>2009-02-14T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T10:57:15.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The UPs &amp; DOWNs</title><content type='html'>Ok. I'm going to use the next 45 minutes to try and update this blog. Hahaha... But, I shall start by wishing everyone:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it you're single or attached, you deserve to celebrate, or rather, enjoy, V-Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To those who are single:&lt;/strong&gt; Go &amp;amp; enjoy with your girlfriends/guy friends. There's nothing wrong with that, seriously. They also deserve to know how much you love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To those who are attached:&lt;/strong&gt; Go out with your partner, &amp;amp; tell them how much you love them on this special day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about V-Day, yesterday, Kai messaged me, asking what will I be getting for Mr.? Hahaha... The answer, I shan't post it here. But, I shall just say that I will be the evil one this year. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;I mean, don't you guys think it's a waste of money? It's just for one day. I mean, if you want to get your partner something, it need not be on V-Day. Get what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;Basically, yeah, that's my viewpoint. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; of course, I'm going out with Mr. today. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That besides the point, I'm going to share with you guys about my IEP. Yes, I did get posted to Geylang West CC. Haiz... Horrible, Terrible, Incorrigible - I don't know what other words I can use to describe my experience, but basically, it &lt;strong&gt;SUCKS&lt;/strong&gt;. (yes, with a capital &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Because you just go there &amp;amp; practically see or in other words, watch, or observe them. What you do is basically, answer phone calls, entertain some residents down there who would drop by and asks for help, &amp;amp; yeah, you get my point. It revolves around that area. I can go on and on about why I despise IEP so much, but I shan't do that. You guys should get my point.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... Oh well, I just hope things would get better. I am seriously doing this for the money.&lt;br /&gt;I want this 8 weeks to fly as fast as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, just so you know, I'm being labeled as MoneyMaker by Natasha. Why?&lt;br /&gt;The name explains it. All I want for now is to make money. My schedule is packed every single day. If not IEP, it's either another job or school. Hahaha... That's how my holidays are burnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to meet Kai &amp;amp; Tas. It will be a crazy, crazy day.&lt;br /&gt;(&amp;amp; it sure seems like as if, I got no life, for now. Just can't stop making money. Hahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you when I see you~&lt;br /&gt;Till then, take care.&lt;br /&gt;Live Life to the fullest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-2228795418426494152?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/2228795418426494152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=2228795418426494152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/2228795418426494152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/2228795418426494152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2009/02/ups-downs.html' title='The UPs &amp; DOWNs'/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-4233689205187739153</id><published>2009-02-10T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T10:13:00.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The HEREs &amp; THEREs</title><content type='html'>I think I've neglected my blog. Haha. Sorry. Been a little bit busy, and after all, there's nothing interesting to update.&lt;br /&gt;What have I been doing so far? Let me see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rot at home? Hahaha. Well, not really. I had FYP meeting on a Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Which led to me going out with Mr. after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then, the next day, a Friday, went for an interview. Was sent to this PR company for IEP. But must go thru interview 1st.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Lets just say, I purposely screwed the interview. Coz I didnt feel like going to dat company. Looks so stressful. Ok ok, I know Firah &amp;amp; "purposely-screw-interview" just doesnt go. But yes, I did screwed the interview on purpose. Don't ask me how. I just did.&lt;br /&gt;So, high possibility that I'll end up at Jalan Besar CC. Hehe. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's next?&lt;br /&gt;Err...Interview Workshop which just happen yesterday. Kinda fun. Had to interview people and transcribe it. I interviewed a Malay Auntie from the stall. It was so funny, &amp;amp; that's when I realise I had to brush up on my Malay also. &lt;em&gt;(My Malay is like seriously corrupted. No kidding!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked the Auntie, What's the difference cooking during the school holidays &amp;amp; during the normal school hours?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then, she answered Sit at Home. I was like, HUH?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &amp;amp; some things took a turn for the worse. I almost broke up with Mr. I don't know what got over me. I was so frustrated, I didn't even feel like I still loved him. Thank goodness, he never gave up on me. (9 missed calls, I answered at the 10th). That's when I realise I really should learn to treasure him more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*/take &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;, multiply it by &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;INFINITY&lt;/span&gt;, &amp;amp; take it to the depths of &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;FOREVER&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;you only have a glimpse of how I feel for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300977304312503906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SZDaxcH0XmI/AAAAAAAAAqo/sUB0hl9FG0E/s200/DSC01565-edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.quote from Fifah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I snap an image of you with every heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.unquote.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think that's about it. I miss my uber good friends - Kai &amp;amp; Tas.&lt;br /&gt;Time to hang out, guys! (Quick, plan lah!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I see you when I see you! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-4233689205187739153?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/4233689205187739153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=4233689205187739153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/4233689205187739153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/4233689205187739153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2009/02/heres-theres.html' title='The HEREs &amp; THEREs'/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SZDaxcH0XmI/AAAAAAAAAqo/sUB0hl9FG0E/s72-c/DSC01565-edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-5931679374149035929</id><published>2009-01-28T00:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T01:06:09.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 days ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Heyy. I'm back after a long, quite hectic 1 week. Lets just say, I had meetings to attend in school, events to go to (be it family or friends). So, here I am, back again, updating my blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let's start with the last day of school. It was awesome. It fell on a Friday, 23rd Jan. How sweet! Anyways, I had fun on the last day of school. Patrick gave us gifts. Haha. So unpredictable &amp;amp; unexpected of him to do so. Obviously, Matz was extremely happy. Like, she was all smiles &amp;amp; I think, she kinda made it obvious that she was hitting on him. (OMG! Matz! Don't smile2 ok!) I think Fifah would agree with me on this. (Right, Fifah?!) Hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;amp; then, I had a meeting to go to. Started at 4.30, ended at 7 pm. No comments on this meeting. Except, I think some people just have to realise that SHIT HAPPENS, &amp;amp; know the right way to react in front of different people. Haiz... But, nevermind about that. We just have to keep moving on. We can't probably just leave it, after so much have been done. (Ok, guys. Power Up &amp;amp; Lets' Go!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After that, Mr. was sweet enough to wait up for me that long. (Oh wells, he had his friends, anyways). So, basically, cut the long story short, a nice dinner at Swensens &amp;amp; stargazing, to celebrate our 8th month. (1st time celebrating the month-sary. Hahaha.) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I love you, dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;amp; that was for Friday, 23rd Jan. Looong day, I have to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Saturday was ok too. Work during noon, from 1-5pm. &amp;amp; then, rushed home &amp;amp; off I go to school for the SA Year End Bash. Basically, something like a farewell dinner for the Year3s. Sheesh... Attendance-wise, kinda suck. But, nevermind. I think everyone had their fair share of fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pictures talk:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296006518326698370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SX8x3nUEIYI/AAAAAAAAApg/TufUlWBD5bM/s200/DSC03822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me &amp;amp; Niki&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296006531224616386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SX8x4XXKvcI/AAAAAAAAApo/Tixjbyem-2w/s200/DSC03819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me &amp;amp; Ash&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296006546509343154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SX8x5QTVKbI/AAAAAAAAApw/cJF5W7wIRCU/s200/DSC03811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me &amp;amp; Nadhirah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok. Just a few pictures. That's for Year End Bash.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp; then, that's how my night ends on Saturday. Sunday was cool. Had a family chalet at Pasir Ris Downtown East. This was another Rest &amp;amp; Relax Mode.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures talk:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296007496517665250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SX8ywjW9weI/AAAAAAAAAp4/uoK7SxPiIqo/s200/DSC03830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My cousins playing carrom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296007499858248978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SX8ywvzbBRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/o0eE6US8gw4/s200/DSC03853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Getting ready for BBQ. Yummy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296007508390834514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SX8yxPlv8VI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/6gl3_GGibp4/s200/DSC03863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Mums playing badminton. Heh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296008239276515378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SX8zbyWeYDI/AAAAAAAAAqY/f67OSqS7Fzw/s200/DSC03865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me &amp;amp; Zikri (Cousin's son). Cute, aint he?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296008245783484466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SX8zcKl22DI/AAAAAAAAAqg/lSZiJmQcwn8/s200/DSC03871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My friends dropped by. Mr., Idrus, Natasha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Lasted for 3 days, &amp;amp; I was back yesterday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I have to say, I did have some fun. Even though an unexpected, shocking news came up, I think I handled it well. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Thank you, dear, for your strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Now is 12.44 AM. &amp;amp; I'm still wide awake. Blame it on the long nap I had when I reached home from the chalet. Sheesh... I shall just wait till 1.30 AM. There's Shattered Glass. Remember the show I talked to you guys about in my previous entry? At least, I think it's that show. Hahaha. Oh well, shall just wait &amp;amp; see. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hm...I realise, my life might get more hectic than ever, soon. I signed up for IEP &amp;amp; got shortlisted. &amp;amp; then, there's FYP to think about. &amp;amp; my current job also. I am quite worried, I have to say. Like, How's my attachment going to be like? Am I able to cope with FYP &amp;amp; IEP? Do I still have time for friends/family? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's true when Mr. said I'm beginning to think too much. (Hello... Whose traits have I got?) But, seriously, it worries me, A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;For example,&lt;br /&gt;IEP: Come to think of it, RP is not like other polys, where they have hands-on &amp;amp; lecture (in other words, both practical &amp;amp; theory). If sent on an attachment, they are sure to know what to do, since they've handled it before. But, RP is just the otherwise. No practical, only theory (at least, for DCID, I think that's the case). If sent on attachment, are they able to handle it? Will they really know their stuff? You get my drift?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh well... Guess, I cant turn back now. I hope I am able to handle it well. There's a first time to everything. :) Wish me luck, people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ok, I shan't bore you guys anymore. I know you guys are getting bored reading my entries. It's kinda monotonous, I know.&lt;br /&gt;Till next time. See you when I see you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-5931679374149035929?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/5931679374149035929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=5931679374149035929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/5931679374149035929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/5931679374149035929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2009/01/5-days-ago.html' title='5 days ago'/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SX8x3nUEIYI/AAAAAAAAApg/TufUlWBD5bM/s72-c/DSC03822.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-3788366594687813956</id><published>2009-01-19T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:22:16.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>de-moralising news</title><content type='html'>Went to class today as per normal. Thought things were going to go well, when all of a sudden, something bad had to happen.&lt;br /&gt;School is going to have this Industry Experience Programme (IEP), in other words, attachment lah. Have to commit for a minimum of 8 weeks, from 9th Feb to 12 April. Sadly, sadly, sadly, I also have an Overseas Trip to go to. Trip to Indonesia, under SA, which is happening on 2 April to 7 April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 word:- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so not happy. Seriously. It's so demoralising. When you know you have got the chance, just when you thought you were in control of your life, you know where you want to go, &amp;amp; then, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*BANG!BANG!BOOM!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you have to make a decision. To go for IEP or Overseas Trip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I just signed up for IEP. If I got called for an interview, probably, I'll just go and tell them my problem. Being a CCC student, knowing how they work roughly, and having that guy as a programme chair, high chance, he'll ask me to make a decision to choose either one, which will basically mean, there's a high chance I'll lose the chance to go for IEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall I repeat that word?! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so de-moralising. Oh wells, just my luck. I got to look for options. But, looking at it, I have to forgo one of them. Haiz... We'll see. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then, I guess, Monday Blues got the better of me. Talked to Mr. for a bit during the first break. &amp;amp; I only got this to say to him:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm still sorry about what I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I feel so bad, but,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Thank you for understanding me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Thank you for helping me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Thank you so much, dearest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&amp;amp; of course, I love you! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall look forward to Friday. (even though there's like 4 more days to go).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got other things to worry about now. Lets see... How about FTT in 2 days time? Sheesh... It feels like 2469785310 days ever since I touched the book, &amp;amp; nothing seems to make sense to me, but I'm still reading it anyways. Wish me luck?? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, btw, problem statement today was interesting. Watched 26 min of a movie about a journalist who wrote 41 articles, but 27 of it were either partially or entirely fabricated. Ok, I know, sounds so... CCC - DCID, but whatever... It's kinda interesting. Title, Shattered Glass. Read up on it. It's interesting, really &amp;amp; based on a true story... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aites... That's about it for now.&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; did I tell you, I miss Mr. all of a sudden...&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;Ok, check back here again soon for updates!&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-3788366594687813956?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/3788366594687813956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=3788366594687813956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/3788366594687813956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/3788366594687813956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2009/01/de-moralising-news.html' title='de-moralising news'/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-4421158751394882122</id><published>2009-01-16T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T16:14:55.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just something random</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; font: normal 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="background: white; color: black; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;What is your True Fear?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Losing Someone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 89%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;You love affection and the people in your life more than anything. Your greatest fear is that one day someone you care about won't be there anymore. You are a very friendly and inviting person, who draws in a lot of friendships with your kind, considerate, and loyal nature. However, deep down you are slightly insecure and unsure of yourself. You couldn't deal with it if you didn't have one of your loved ones in your life anymore. You don't have too much to worry about though, because with a friend like you, no one will want to lose you either!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Being Alone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 83%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Disappointment&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 53%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Death&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 48%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Commitment&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 45%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Where Your life is Going&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 31%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Looked down on&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 5%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="text-align: center; padding: 8px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_is_your_true_fear"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; is your True Fear?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Quiz&lt;/a&gt; Created on GoToQuiz&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that I did when I was bored in class.&lt;br /&gt;Now it got me thinking. Hmms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; another thing I did when I got nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;A QUIZ about myself. Go &amp;amp; Do it.&lt;br /&gt;Lets see how much you know about me... Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.quizyourfriends.com/take-quiz.php?id=0901160227342606&amp;a=1&amp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-4421158751394882122?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/4421158751394882122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=4421158751394882122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/4421158751394882122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/4421158751394882122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-something-random.html' title='Just something random'/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-3112977540832943060</id><published>2009-01-14T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T11:44:59.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R&amp;R Mode</title><content type='html'>What's R&amp;amp;R? Haha... Rest &amp;amp; Relax. That was how I was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, had FYP meeting with Adrian again. Thank goodness, now the proposal has been submitted. That is quite a minor relief, &amp;amp; guys, it's time to start work, ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went out with Mr.'s friends. Hahaha... Lets just say, I was dragged along... So, yeah... But, no regrets. Seriously. It was so fun. Had so much laughter...&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat at Breeks Cafe at Causeway. We were like so noisy, laughing so hard, until one of the guests got quite irritated. But, nevermind that.&lt;br /&gt;Nice knowing all his friends. &amp;amp; I have to say, (NO OFFENCE to all my friends), his friends are awesome! &lt;em&gt;(Thanks, dear, for introducing me to your friends.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main thing: We Had Fun! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. sent me home, and that's about it for yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food for thought:&lt;br /&gt;How do you know if something is real? How do you tell if what you're experiencing is real, i.e, Love, Friendships?  The main thing is, How do you know if all that you've experienced are sincere (real)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were to ask me, I'd say, 1 word: Trust. Trust in yourself, trust in your loved one, trust in your friends. Trust itself, is 1 word, 5 letters, yet the meaning behind it and what it allowed you to do/feel, is incredible. If you don't trust, I doubt you can even convince yourself that you are loved by your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, when there are advantages when you trust someone, there are it's disadvantages. Let me put it this way: It's easy for you to trust someone, It's easy for someone to trust you. But once you gain the trust, you better be careful and take extreme good care of it, because it's very easy to lose it. Betray someone, backstab someone, and automatically, the trust is gone. The only good thing that I can think of when you betray/backstab someone is it depends on the person. If that person can take it in, and forgive you for it, that's good. But, still, be reminded that the level of trust that person have on you will be decreased.&lt;br /&gt;One Word, 5 letters, Huge Meaning, Huge Consequences once lost: Trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I ever make sense there. But I hope I did. Just something I thought of. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time, folks.&lt;br /&gt;See you when I see you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-3112977540832943060?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/3112977540832943060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=3112977540832943060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/3112977540832943060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/3112977540832943060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2009/01/r-mode.html' title='R&amp;R Mode'/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-6646149407774070967</id><published>2009-01-12T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T00:41:47.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates, after so long</title><content type='html'>Ok, I know I'm actually 11 days late, but I'm gonna wish you guys anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hope this 2009 brings better days!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, yeah, heres what I have been up to for so long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That New Year week, I have been working. Guess because I cant find anything else to do. Hahaha... So, while some people are at Marina Bay, or Vivo or Sentosa, I was resting at home, after work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I have to say this: I hate Mr. during New Year's Eve!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanna know why? Coz he was at the 46th storey of Swissotel watching fireworks. WATTHEHELL?? (I know, that's my reaction also!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was with his family, cousins and all. Sheesh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, nevermind about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 weeks holiday was also quite fun. Spent a lot of time with Mr. also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched Bedtime Stories with him after work. Had so much fun! The show's nice... Really...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; something cute happen on that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, we were wearing SIMILAR shirts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Suntec after the movie. Sat at Fountain of Wealth. I was bored, so we decided to take pictures. Haha... What was funny was both of us cant seem to take pictures properly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We kept on exchanging handphones, and direction to get the perfect shot. Hahaha... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; you know what?&lt;br /&gt;We got the perfect shot at his camera AFTER MORE THAN 15 SHOTS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha... (Got to admit, even the perfect isn't so perfect)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290074161688805058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SWoebAru_sI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/xDynQHEcGCk/s200/DSC01535.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, I think you cant really see the shirts we were wearing, but just so you know, it was totally SIMILAR. &amp;amp; as said, the shot wasnt so perfect after all. But, its ok.&lt;br /&gt;I still love him. Heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp; now, 3 weeks of school. 1 week just passed. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;I got no comment. FYP also starting up. Haiz... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp; I cant wait for next Friday. (Ok, actually, I cant wait for EVERY Friday).&lt;br /&gt;But especially, next Friday... Hope something special is in store for us. Another adventure, perhaps? Hahaha... Hopefully, nothing conflicting on that day as well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, its 12.39 am. I just finished editing my FYP proposal, don't know for how many times already. I think I'm gonna go off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till next time. I see you when I see ya! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-6646149407774070967?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/6646149407774070967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=6646149407774070967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/6646149407774070967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/6646149407774070967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2009/01/updates-after-so-long.html' title='Updates, after so long'/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SWoebAru_sI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/xDynQHEcGCk/s72-c/DSC01535.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-2450909136052105617</id><published>2008-12-23T11:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T11:24:07.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishes Come True. Maybe, Not?</title><content type='html'>Ok, don't bother so much about the title. Apparently, my brain juice is running low &amp;amp; I can't think of a title to fit this entry. But anyways, the general idea is there. It is about wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at my 'fingers crossed' column. There's some things added. Some things striked off. Muahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yes, true enough, I did get a new bag. Guess where I bought it? Rip Curl @ Marina Square. Cost: $75. Sis paid it for me. I think she got her bonus or something like that. So, yay! I got a new backpack! &amp;amp; I love it! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, I also bought a basketball. Hahaha... My family was like wondering, how come out of the blue, I got interested in basketball. Blame Mr... Hahaha... Quite a long story as of why I wanted to get a basketball &amp;amp; play. So, I shan't write it here. &amp;amp; I played with my cousins on Sunday, which was kinda awesome! But, damn, I got tired out so easily. Like duh?! I havent been exercising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; also, on that day, I went out with Natasha, at night, met up with Stephen. Hahaha... I had fun. I was driven crazy by this guy. Tsk Tsk Tsk... Was talking &amp;amp; slacking at Skate Park at Somerset. Some of the skaters there were damn good. The bikers also. Cool shat!&lt;br /&gt;I had a sudden feeling that I havent been cycling for so long. So, I think I should cycle one day. &lt;em&gt;(Stephen, lets go cycling!! Hahaha!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was what happen on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's Tuesday. Oh, Happy 7th Month, my dear Mr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;, when some wishes are striked off, there must be something added on to it. True enough, I want something else. A new handphone, probably a Sony Ericsson W902. (but, damn, its expensive! Approx. $500) &amp;amp; I found something surprising yesterday. Mr. thinks its cool that both of us have the same phone. Oh-so-unpredictable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, anyways, I also want a new digicam. Was browsing thru Sony's website, when I saw a stylish digicam, Sony Cybershot T700, 10.1 MP, 3.5" LCD screen. But OMG, the cost is approx. $600.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where can I get $1100 before Hari Raya next year? I gotta save up, NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I got nothing else to say.&lt;br /&gt;So, toodles~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-2450909136052105617?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/2450909136052105617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=2450909136052105617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/2450909136052105617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/2450909136052105617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2008/12/wishes-come-true-maybe-not.html' title='Wishes Come True. Maybe, Not?'/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-4893569674347161389</id><published>2008-12-16T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:30:44.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short, Sweet, Monday</title><content type='html'>I was shocked on Monday, by an sms from Mr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He asked me out, for pool or guitar heroes and window shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadly, I had to run some errands, and only went out with him around 5 pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we just played bowling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatthehell is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;Everytime with him, I screwed up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said he suck at bowling, but, from the way I see it, NO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact, he did better than me. Wayy better. As usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I caught him in action. He looks kinda funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280304448273524402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SUdo62FCJrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/zF4PpjROszI/s200/DSC00768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahaha... His stance is funny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;White shirt, jeans, shoes. That's what he was wearing.&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget, his sweet-smelling cologne (which I oh-so-love).&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, but I like his shoes this time.&lt;br /&gt;It's actually basketball shoes, but it doesn't look like a sports shoe when worn with jeans.&lt;br /&gt;But he looks good in it. &amp;amp; I didn't ask how much, because I guessed that it must have cost a bomb, and he said, it was his parents who bought it for him.&lt;br /&gt;How cool is that!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(FYI, Mr. is very much into basketball now.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, after bowling, we head to Jurong Point to eat dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Had his favourite Sweet &amp;amp; Sour Fish. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I know why he likes it so much. It was nice. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that, he just send me home.&lt;br /&gt;He had basketball practice again.&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah... It was a short, sweet Monday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I fell asleep, listening to a Spanish song which happens to be his msg tone.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"hasta el final"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-4893569674347161389?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/4893569674347161389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=4893569674347161389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/4893569674347161389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/4893569674347161389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2008/12/short-sweet-monday.html' title='Short, Sweet, Monday'/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SUdo62FCJrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/zF4PpjROszI/s72-c/DSC00768.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-7343174721236997959</id><published>2008-12-11T23:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:16:39.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start &amp; Ends with B</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Made my Wednesday un-boring. Decided to go out with Natasha. Can guess where? BOWLING! Hahaha... Awesome... Been playing bowling recently, ever since my cousins started to ask my family along. So, yeahh... Me &amp;amp; Natasha played bowling at Marina Square. I have to say the place there quite old. But, dont mind that fact. Just play lah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bowl Away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278543159452053442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SUEnCV61L8I/AAAAAAAAAnY/hUZdDufBWMk/s200/DSC00751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's me. Starting to swing the ball.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278543165932766226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SUEnCuD9BBI/AAAAAAAAAng/JC2XJ_6H7kQ/s200/DSC00755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&amp;amp; then, that's Natasha. Enthu, right? Hahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278543162397169586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SUEnCg5AF7I/AAAAAAAAAno/y41uBjuWMHw/s200/DSC00758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; that's the score.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had fun. We played 2 games each. I finally managed to reach a 100 points. Awesome. Scored a few spares, and 1 strike, at least. Hahaha... &amp;amp; I'm considering whether to bowl more. Hahah... At least it keeps me away from boredom. But, 1 problem: Money. Hahaha... I don't have that much money, you know. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;amp; That's the 1st part. Bowling!&lt;br /&gt;After that, we felt kinda hungry. &amp;amp; I was craving for ice-cream. It was quite a hot weather arh. So, walked over to the Esplanade, One Fullerton. Randomly, we ate at Gelare. OMG. Sinful, heavenly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278548002421734418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SUErcPYx_BI/AAAAAAAAAnw/n1jNKZ9KU0g/s200/DSC00759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this was what I ate. brownie w/ ice-cream.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278548006115509138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SUErcdJcg5I/AAAAAAAAAn4/tHKyjdOCBqM/s200/DSC00760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this was what natasha ate. cookie craze or sth like dat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278548005459867058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SUErcatINbI/AAAAAAAAAoA/2nQW4NQXMJg/s200/DSC00762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;just look at my face. asking 4 a smack 4 eating without offering. hehe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we just slacked at One Fullerton, &amp;amp; look at tourists &amp;amp; more people around. Become like anthropologists for the day. Hahaha... We slacked, until I decided to call Mr. &amp;amp; then, guess how I end my day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BASKETBALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha... Too bad no pictures. Coz I suck at playing bball. Big Time! Obviously, Mr. plays much better than me. Damn, I need to play more. Sheesh...&lt;br /&gt;But, it was FUN. It's been a long time ever since I played, and I felt much better after that. I was like so awake &amp;amp; I only slept at 2 am. Hahaha... It was awesome! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp; that's why it starts &amp;amp; ends with a B. It's just MY day... =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-7343174721236997959?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/7343174721236997959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=7343174721236997959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/7343174721236997959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/7343174721236997959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2008/12/start-ends-with-b.html' title='Start &amp; Ends with B'/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SUEnCV61L8I/AAAAAAAAAnY/hUZdDufBWMk/s72-c/DSC00751.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-7172936373023021185</id><published>2008-12-11T08:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:36:22.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"KooL" Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's time I update about my KL Trip. Damn, it was good. But, I do learn something from the trip - which is to appreciate my own country, Singapore! Like, seriously... In terms of road rules (traffic lights), customer service, etc, Singapore is still the best. Anyways, so, here goes my story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I'll try to cut it short. No worries.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We reached KL at around 4 pm. It was like a 6 hour journey. Took Five Stars Tours. OMG. The bus was awesome! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278186839181395394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/ST_i9xeMhcI/AAAAAAAAAl4/XKSoqYUi14g/s200/DSC03685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me trying to operate the TV.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;As you can see, there's TV, headphones, &amp;amp; a comfortable chair. It was real relaxing throughout that 6 hour bus ride. Then, as soon as we reached, we took a van &amp;amp; head to our hotel. Hotel was good too. Concorde Hotel. Only that, the service wasn't that good. They did not attend to us when we entered, but they attended to other people (eurasians, caucasians, etc) instead. That sucks. Seriously. But, anyways, this is a sneak peek of how the room is like.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278188473878519714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/ST_kc7MXH6I/AAAAAAAAAmA/Cg937QuOwEg/s200/DSC03697.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;there's like a side chair &amp;amp; a side table with the standing lamp.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278192565040470098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/ST_oLD9YWFI/AAAAAAAAAmg/1Cwzj1Bp7N8/s200/DSC03719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;quite a big bed, if you ask me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278188488655983170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/ST_kdyPlUkI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/CHkuE24n9LA/s200/DSC03699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; of course a mirror.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278192567628502722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/ST_oLNmalsI/AAAAAAAAAmo/Ld3SWXoEwbY/s200/DSC03727.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;pillow fight!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also a TV &amp;amp; radio beside it. The toilet was just ok, there's still a bathtub, even though it wasn't like a suite or anything. Yeahh... All in all, it's just ok lah. Good...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After that, all of us head down to like pasar malam places. Those which open till late at night, and can bargain, &amp;amp; cheap. I bought a lot of stuffs at those places. Mainly tops. Oh, bought 1 for Mr. also. He looks good in it, except he said it's kinda tight. But, whatever. He still said he likes it. So, I'm ok with that. (&amp;amp; btw, I wash my hands off Mr. fashion style &amp;amp; clothes.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Shop till about 1+ in the morning. As soon as I reached the hotel, I just throw myself on the bed &amp;amp; sleep. Hehe... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;On the 2nd day:&lt;br /&gt;Went to shopping centre this time. Times Square. Took the monorail. OMG. DAMN SCARY. It was like quite unstable. The wheels were only in the middle &amp;amp; the left &amp;amp; right doesn't look safe at all. We almost couldnt breathe properly in there (or maybe, just ME alone), until we actually alighted. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278192569561938466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/ST_oLUzYeiI/AAAAAAAAAmw/G0i82dgLX6Y/s200/DSC03732.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;that's the monorail.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;On the way to the Times Square, we saw a wall full of graffiti. So, what did we do?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278192576797009874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/ST_oLvwW59I/AAAAAAAAAm4/D0EYyVy9Pa4/s200/DSC03766.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;tried to jump in front of it! this is just a failed version of it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It was fun. Really. Hahaha... I think there was one successful jump. It was cute lah. Hahaha... &amp;amp; the graffitis were cool! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then, when we were at Times Square, they had this cool theme park. Imagine: A Theme Park in a shopping centre. It was cool. But it was scary. SUPER scary. The roller coaster ride especially. I screamed just by looking at it turn and going at such a speed. Seriously... I guess I was too scared, that I even forgot to take a picture of it. Hahaha... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;amp; then, we went to eat at Kenny Rogers. Nahh... It was just ok. Wasn't that good. Wasn't that bad either... Service sucks though. Like, really. Shan't go into further details. You want details, ask me. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through, our parents went to KLCC, while me &amp;amp; my cousins still remained at Times Square. Guess this one. What will girls do, when they're left all alone in a shopping centre? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Isn't the answer obvious? SHOPPING LAH! Retail Therapy! Hahaha.. Ok, I have to tell you guys this. How we go shopping - it's like going at 80km/hr. Hahaha... Imagine that. We were like super fast. We knew what we wanted. We just went to the shops. Find the things we want, &amp;amp; thats it. Well, obviously, we still had a lot of time left, &amp;amp; we didn't feel like meeting our parents. So, we just hanged there. Went up &amp;amp; down, exploring. It was fun. FUN-tastic! Hahaha... &amp;amp; of course, I got myself some tops &amp;amp; a pair of sandals.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;2nd night:&lt;br /&gt;We got hungry. Went to find some food. On the way back, saw the Petronas Twin Towers. &amp;amp; so, yeah... We took a picture of us, in front of it. Hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278197865700813906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/ST_s_mdSbFI/AAAAAAAAAnI/VbshjkonYCE/s200/DSC03792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. As you can see, we're all in our sleeping clothes. Preparing for bed. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh... Last day. The plan was to just go to my Dad's friend's house. But we woke up early in the morning, feeling hungry, not knowing what to do. So, while our parents went to find the market to buy some stuffs back, we went to explore again. This time we walked towards the left hand side, &amp;amp; then, we found KLCC. Big place. Can be compared to Vivo. &amp;amp; we bought some food at Cold Storage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278197861546981218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/ST_s_W-792I/AAAAAAAAAnA/cHihKfbvveQ/s200/DSC03798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; we ate A&amp;amp;W. Yummy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, we got back to hotel on time. &amp;amp; proceeded to Dad's friend's place. Surprise! We celebrated my Aunt's birthday there also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278197865889167906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/ST_s_nKMeiI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/-6cyevYqEFw/s200/DSC03802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The parents&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hmm... &amp;amp; then we made our way back home. Approx. 7 hours journey. There were a few jams &amp;amp; slow traffic here &amp;amp; there. Reached home at around 11+. The next day (Tuesday) was a school day. Hahah... Forced myself to step out of bed. I can still feel the "jetlag" (I didnt take an airplane, but a bus instead.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's about my trip in KL. Hope you guys enjoyed reading it.&lt;br /&gt;Please, people, Appreciate Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At least our traffic lights work better, our customer service are wayy much better, &amp;amp; our transportation is much more safer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hehe... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Till next time. Adios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-7172936373023021185?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/7172936373023021185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=7172936373023021185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/7172936373023021185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/7172936373023021185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2008/12/kool-trip.html' title='&quot;KooL&quot; Trip'/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/ST_i9xeMhcI/AAAAAAAAAl4/XKSoqYUi14g/s72-c/DSC03685.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-5788846006375566097</id><published>2008-12-09T14:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:59:10.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged By KAI</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;RULE #1&lt;/strong&gt; People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RULE #2&lt;/strong&gt; Tag 5 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by continuing this game by sending it to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you have secrets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Like DUH?! Everyone has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Would you fall in love with a boy/girl older than you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yeah... I would... &lt;em&gt;(but apparently, I fell for someone younger)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How long do you intend to wait for someone u really love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;No definite duration. Depends on how long he’ll take to come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wow... That’s a lot. I’m not so sure what I’ll do with it either. But, most probably I’ll spend some for myself, some for my family, and maybe...the charity??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Actually, I already did. &lt;em&gt;(Only I’m not sure whether he’s my best friend or not at that point of time)&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[Does that make sense to you?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Definitely being loved is more blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.How do you define love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I don’t know. Maybe… Along the lines of feeling the need for each other…?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3 choices: 1) Tell him straight. 2) Keep on loving him silently. 3) Forget it. I go for neither. Coz’ I’m happily attached to my one &amp;amp; only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Is there anything that has made you extremely happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1) Spending time with boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;2) Hanging out with my family &amp;amp; cousins.&lt;br /&gt;3) Spending quality time with my closest friends.&lt;br /&gt;4) Just simply relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What makes you sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1) When I don’t get the things I want. &lt;em&gt;(but usually, I’ll be sad only for a short time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;2) When I don’t get to spend much time with boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How would you see yourself in 10 years time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Probably, &lt;em&gt;(if going with my boyfriend’s plan)&lt;/em&gt;, maybe I’ll only get married by then. Or rather, engaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who is currently the most important people to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My family, My friends, My boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is being regarded as the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Trust. &lt;em&gt;(Apparently, my relationship is based on that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Would you rather be single and rich or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I picked, married but poor. &lt;em&gt;(Come on, this world is not all about money)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is your favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, and both of them do the same, who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I was caught in this situation before.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Errm... I’d go with my heart, provided you can determine who owns your heart.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(Get it?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing the someone has done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I will forgive, but it definitely will be hard to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you want to tell the someone you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Damn! I’m already in love.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even though I don’t say it often, you know I Love You, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If there is a choice between lover and friends,which will you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Friends. Because friends are forever, &amp;amp; your lover can also be your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you believe that there's "True Love"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Maybe. It’s DPDP (Different people, different perception)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 ppl who's goin to do this survey.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Zulhafiz&lt;br /&gt;- Mathana&lt;br /&gt;- (I’ll list more in time to come)&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/7966251640310171626-5788846006375566097?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/5788846006375566097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=5788846006375566097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/5788846006375566097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/5788846006375566097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged By KAI'/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-1982405893532569082</id><published>2008-12-03T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T22:30:06.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome Night Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways, seems like Kai &amp;amp; Tas are asking me to update. So, here I am, updating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What have I been doing lately?&lt;br /&gt;I had an awesome night out. I swear it was awesome. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Basically, I just went to Marina Barrage with my cousins. Before that, we went to play bowling, and OMG, how I suck at bowling after so long not playing it. Like, seriously SUCK. Totally lost touch of it. Hmm, maybe I can find some time to bowl with my friends during the school holidays. Anyways, after that, had dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ohh, you know what's the best part for that dinner? CEREAL PRAWNS! My favourite! Hahaha... &amp;amp; then, we all head down to Marina Barrage. It was really fun, at night. Being the girl that I am, you know, the lazy, love-to-slack, kinda girl, yeah... I enjoyed myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275565139804708978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/STaSiyN-YHI/AAAAAAAAAlg/mz90NStgaIY/s320/DSC00718.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;at the rooftop of marina barrage. awesome view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275565151715882290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/STaSjel0dTI/AAAAAAAAAlo/pl7tef-PkE0/s320/DSC00720.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the view of the 1st level from the top.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275565150535187922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/STaSjaMUfdI/AAAAAAAAAlw/9sqdBvqY418/s320/DSC00722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my feet is in the water. REALLY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK... There's actually a water playground nearby at the 1st level. So, me &amp;amp; my cousins played there. Thank goodness we didnt get wet! It was really fun! It somehow reminds me of Vivo. &amp;amp; in fact, I think it'll be the next Vivo. With you know, the water playground, and such stuffs. &amp;amp; there was a lot of people there. Even though there's nothing much down there. Like, u know, there's no shops at all, but yeahh, there's still a lot of people. Actually, we took a lot of pictures, it's just that I havent got it yet. Maybe, I'll post it up as soon as I got the pictures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh wells, I feel really bored right now. My Wednesdays are usually so boring. I should try and find something to do. Like, err, cycling, jogging?? Hahaha... These are ideas that Mr. gave. He's been playing basketball recently. So, maybe I should find something to do. Blading or something. How cool! Coz I'm really very bored of doing NOTHING on Weds. Hahaha... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But actually, I should appreciate it also. Once FYP starts, things are not gonna be easy either. Hehe... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp; my 'sisters' from different mothers, we should meet up during the holidays k. Got a lot of stories to tell you guys also. Lets be 'rich' kids on the run again! Hahaha... =))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, I guess that's about it. Will update again soon. See y'all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-1982405893532569082?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/1982405893532569082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=1982405893532569082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/1982405893532569082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/1982405893532569082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2008/12/awesome-night-out.html' title='Awesome Night Out'/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/STaSiyN-YHI/AAAAAAAAAlg/mz90NStgaIY/s72-c/DSC00718.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-5705000266097783676</id><published>2008-11-27T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T16:01:51.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaxation Mode</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nyahahaha! I'm back. This is what's up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was kinda stressed the past few weeks. I don't know for what reason. But, anyways, I managed to relax myself. By... going to the SINGAPORE FLYER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mum got 2 tickets to SG Flyer for free. &amp;amp; Mum wasn't free to go, so, I took it. &amp;amp; I went with bestfriend, Natasha! Hehe... =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had so much fun. Natasha also wanted to relax anyways. So yahh... &amp;amp; It was so funny. There were so many occasions that we really made a fool of ourselves. Hahaha... There was seriously a lot of barriers and we do not know where to go. So many entrances to past. &amp;amp; we felt damn pai-seh lah. The people working there at the counter were like smiling and laughing at us. Hahaha... We were laughing at ourselves too. Hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways, I'll let the pictures do the talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273228859118752018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SS5FtWcckRI/AAAAAAAAAkw/SuMM2XT-yj0/s320/DSC00696.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the inside of the Sg flyer. Cool. Blue lights...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273228869468957906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SS5Ft9AILNI/AAAAAAAAAk4/Ne6r0qVTWMY/s320/DSC00701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another side of the inside. it's glass. duh?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273228870988479906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SS5FuCqaPaI/AAAAAAAAAlA/kv2CR0GsVO8/s320/DSC00706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the view from the top! 1600++ metres above sea level.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273228876573287426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SS5FuXd7pAI/AAAAAAAAAlI/v0Mf-RSTe1U/s320/DSC00704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;view from the top. another side.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273228874964508338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SS5FuReXnrI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/y4PhENjO_e4/s320/DSC00700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me &amp;amp; natasha. under the blue light.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;That's about it. At first, I swear we were scared stiff to enter the sg flyer. It was moving, like duh?! &amp;amp; both of us called our parents. My parents were laughing at me, coz I was scared. But I was reassured that the car (or whatever you call it) is not moving. So, yah. After a while, to get our minds off the fact that we are very high above, we took pictures. Hahaha... I called Mr. also. &amp;amp; he was like, "Close ur eyes. Ok, then, jump!"&lt;br /&gt;(Thanks, dear! Not helping~!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But halfway thru, me &amp;amp; natasha had fun lah. So much fun. I really can relax myself. So, I had to thank Natasha for screaming &amp;amp; laughing with me, accompanying me. (Thanks, Natasha!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hmm.. What else can I update about? Oh, my time with Mr. also. Hehehe... This one, I sure enjoyed myself. Started with me lah actually. Was showing attitude again. Paranoid. as usual. SUCKS. Cried a lot at Bottle Tree Park. But, I managed to say what I wanted to say. So, in a way, I felt better. But then, I also felt bad for expecting too much from Mr. Maybe, I should learn to be independent. I mean, I pity him. He has to put up with different sides of me, not knowing when to give me the attention, and stuff like that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(Firah...Firah...Tsk Tsk tsk....)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm determined to be more independent lah. So, you know, I am not so dependent on him, &amp;amp; I wont expect too much from him. Pity him lahh... I'm no different from a typical girl.&lt;br /&gt;(I'm Sorry, dear.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyways, we went to Bottle Tree Park, then walked over to Lower Seletar Reservoir Park. The view there was awesome. Ok, it was normal. But since both of us liked water feature, it was great. Peaceful. &amp;amp; we joked around a lot. Jealousy method and all. Hahaha... He likes to play around with words lah (Can't blame. CCC Students.Like me). But I always lose to him lah. Damn it. We talked about a lot of stuffs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;One of the things we talked about were, what do I call him if I were to marry him. Coz you know, malays, they call their husbands, &lt;em&gt;Abang&lt;/em&gt;, and I was like, I cant call him &lt;em&gt;abang&lt;/em&gt;, coz hes younger than me. So, what do I call him? Hahaha... We were like testing out every word &amp;amp; testing out how to say it. Hahaha... It was so funny. I was smiling &amp;amp; laughing all the way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh, I got to say this. Everytime I'm out with Mr. it will seem like an adventure. Coz everywhere we go, it would rain. Then, sometimes we can get caught in the rain lah, &amp;amp; had to run. Hahaha... After that, we head out to Yio Chu Kang. Go eat at Macs. Met his bestfren also, MJ. Funny guy I must say. All we (or rather, they) talked about were crap. Hahahah... But I had fun. Then, nearby, got playground. So, I played the swing. Weee!!! Hahahaha... Feels like a small kid again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But that besides the point, I think I do have my mind straightened out. I should get rid of my paranoia lah. Like, I should be more independent. Don't make it seem like I'm always in need of him. I dont want him to feel tired being my boyfren, like I said earlier, have to suit to my different sides... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's about it yaw! In total relaxation mode now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Lesson learnt: Trust your partner. Don't be too dependent on him/her. The hurt you feel when he/she leaves you will hurt a lot more. &amp;amp; always have time to relax with your best/close friend. Those people won't judge you for whatever you do because they know who you are. Just be yourself around them...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-5705000266097783676?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/5705000266097783676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=5705000266097783676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/5705000266097783676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/5705000266097783676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2008/11/relaxation-mode.html' title='Relaxation Mode'/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SS5FtWcckRI/AAAAAAAAAkw/SuMM2XT-yj0/s72-c/DSC00696.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-1875519954114945336</id><published>2008-11-20T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T13:31:25.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Smiles =)</title><content type='html'>Hey hey hey... I know I've been kinda quiet these days. Havent been really updating. But, here I am now. Ok, anyways, I think I have quite a few things to be happy about. Like, really happy ok. Check this out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271720367538462098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SSjpvlZSXZI/AAAAAAAAAkY/OidCJh9CfVM/s200/pp_comments.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ok, maybe you won't be so interested in the comments section. Just put it there, just in case people would be interested in enlarging it and reading it. But, anyways, it led to this... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271720537550690210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 65px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SSjp5evXF6I/AAAAAAAAAkg/LZUyWISsDFc/s320/pp_pass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Look at that! Just look at that BLUE word. Hahahaha... That was enough to put a smile on my face for like, what, 1 whole day?? Yes, 1 whole day I was smiling when I saw this. Hahaha... I got Chris to thank, for pushing me for references and research and scholarly journals and such. I got a few friends to thank for supporting me while I was in distress trying to meet up with Chris's expectations. But it seriously felt great. Seeing that blue PASSED word there, PHEW! Such a relief. This is definitely something to be happy about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But something had to turn me off. Module selection. &amp;amp; FYP. Hahaha... Ok, not really such a turn off, but still, the fact that I need to make a decision as soon as possible is a turn off. I don't know what am I going to specialise in. Journalism, or PR? The modules for PR seem to suck. BIG TIME. &amp;amp; Journalism - lets just say, I cant write well. So, I am not sure what I should specialise in. Any comments?? I talked to my sis. She gave me her opinion. Ok, helps a bit. But I'm still a little unsure. Hmm... I'll think about it soon, soon. Heheh... =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FYP... Oh wells, what can I say? I think the pressure's on. For ME, that is. Why? People keep on saying its the Powerpack group, ELITE team, and what not. NO. N-O, NO! Not with me around. It's as if people had some expectations of this team, and that its high expectations. Something which I cannot really meet. &amp;amp; it's kinda pressurising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271720861446279554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SSjqMVWFkYI/AAAAAAAAAko/Y1HXAqLtyIY/s320/fypnames.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hah! Hows that for a team? I'm surrounded by smart ones. The ones who can get quite anal about their grades. GPA, don't need to say. Their 1st year 1st sem GPA is Oh-so-unbearable. Definitely higher than mine. 4.0; 3.7; 3.8; 3.5, respectively.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you know what? I think on 2nd thought, I'm not going to bother so much. Hahaha... Starting soon already. Picking topics already. Move on. Work with them. It's going to be fun. Hahaha... I hope! Hahaha.. =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I'm happy. I'm like full of smiles. Oh, SA Budgeting Workshop just ended today. It went well. &amp;amp; of course, I'm happy. (OMG! I can't stop repeating that I'm happy!) Guess I am really happy for now. Pressure's on, but not so on yet. If you get what I mean. Hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently, I get to spend some quality time with boyfriend. Which makes me happy also. Hahaha... Funny lah... I had so much fun. &amp;amp; for now, I don't have so many things to worry about. Except for him though. I still pity him - like he seems to have quite a lot of things in his mind. I just hope he gets over it soon. &amp;amp; I'm still sorry I'm not able to help him in his decision making. But, he knows I'm here to support whatever he does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I guess that's about it. I love the people around me who has helped me get through tough times and make me a happy person for now - Ash, Natasha, Zaki, Shaun (Assistant Head of Training Dept.), Chris (PP Advisor). Thanks a lot yaw! Sorry if I missed anyone out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lesson learnt: Take things one step at a time. Remember that you always have your friends to rely on whenever you need help. Never expect too high an expectation. It'll lead to higher disappointments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till next time. `Adios. =)))&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/7966251640310171626-1875519954114945336?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/1875519954114945336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=1875519954114945336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/1875519954114945336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/1875519954114945336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-smiles.html' title='All Smiles =)'/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SSjpvlZSXZI/AAAAAAAAAkY/OidCJh9CfVM/s72-c/pp_comments.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-8163706498284559132</id><published>2008-10-02T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T15:31:55.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVED</title><content type='html'>OK, I'm back after so long. Truth is, I've moved.&lt;br /&gt;As in, moved to another site, somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://heresmystory.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://heresmystory.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out k. Basically, I just wanted to try something new. &amp;amp; err, I'll try making my entries a little interesting over there. Not just current happenings yah... Will also update about my thoughts and stuff... =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, feel free to check it out and leave your comments yaw... =) For now, Adios~&lt;br /&gt;I see you when I see you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-8163706498284559132?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/8163706498284559132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=8163706498284559132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/8163706498284559132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/8163706498284559132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2008/10/moved.html' title='MOVED'/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-4979915410702555874</id><published>2008-08-24T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T01:51:11.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok. I just got back from work. I am of course supposed to work on my PP, to be handed in to Chris on Friday, but, my brain is switched off. Blame it on stupid sickness which just wont go away. First it started with just a minor sore throat, and then it leads to cough, which then leads to flu &amp;amp; running nose. Goodness me! When will I be cured? Must I like seriously spend money at the doctor's before I will get cured? Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; ok, I know people heard I am quitting. But apparently, I changed my mind. I decided to take 1 month's leave and return after Hari Raya. Hahaha... The only challenge: Get through Mum. Wonder how she will react? Probably scream at me for being so fickle-minded and not listening to her?? Hmm... I guess so. But take a look at it this way. I am only working like once or twice a week. Why not?? &amp;amp; maybe, when I am more relaxed, not so bounded by projects (like PP), I will work more days. Heyy... Income still coming in ok?! I don't want, later I quit, then, I spent a lot more, and then, the amount of money inside my bank acct, will drop to its original. (Apparently, only I know how much the original amount is). Sheesh... Hate that thought. I want to be able to spend, and then, get some money back to cover back what I spend. Isn't that great??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; after all, I just realised - when I quit, I thought I would be able to spend more time with my friends. But look, Kai just found a job, Tas is going overseas next week, and our plan to go out, is like never going to happen. Why must it always be this way? When I'm free, people busy. When I'm busy, people free. Haiz... Sianx Sianx... =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm going to talk about work for a bit. Today, I started with a bit of cashier-ing. &amp;amp; then, its back to doing floor. Gawd! I think I just lose touch of it. It feels so different carrying a fondue tray now, &amp;amp; I dont know why. Sheesh... Should do more on floor, so I wont lose touch of it. Hahaha... &amp;amp; yea, Tiring. I was speaking to the customers with my running nose, and my voice sounds uber different. I bet the customers face were like telling me, "Can you like just speak faster and go away?" Hahaha... &amp;amp; I realise, working has always been fun. It's like a place for me to focus on something else besides PP, PP and more PP. I guess, that's the reason why I suddenly choose not to quit, and only take 1 month leave. Hahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; on another note, my handphone's been extremely quiet these 1 week. Like DUH?! HE is not around in Singapore to msg me. I have been the one msging HIM and waiting for a reply, when I know I won't have any. Haiz... Come back quick lah, friend... I Miss HIM. Really, really. Now that he's not around, then I felt as if something is different. I guess I'm use to having him 'disturbing' my life. Hahaha... Oh wells, I only hope he come back soon, read all my 8 msgs, and reply or call me tmr... Coz I seriously, seriously miss him. Like seriously, ok!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, yesterday, 23 Aug was actually my 3rd month anni. Watthehell?? Hahaha... I remembered it, but I pretended to forget about it. Oh Wells, what does it matter? Boyfriend always forgets anniversary. So, I should just plan to forget it the next month and the next, and the next. Till it comes to a point that he remembers. Can I do that?? Hmm.. We'll see. Hahaha... Doesn't matter anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, my brain is totally shutting down now. My eyes are heavy. I can't do anything, besides closing off this entry.&lt;br /&gt;Till next time people.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; remember, Always take good care of yourself, coz you never know when a sickness will hit you and just refuse to go away! Hehehe... =)&lt;br /&gt;Outz~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-4979915410702555874?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/4979915410702555874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=4979915410702555874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/4979915410702555874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/4979915410702555874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2008/08/ok_24.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-751890337787690975</id><published>2008-08-20T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T22:56:24.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHHHH!!!! I am feeling so effing stress. I have a lot of things to do about my PP. Shit! And I'm still in holiday chalet mood! AHHH!!!! I just want to scream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I shall just update about certain things that has been happening lah... SATC was quite a success. Except, at certain times, I felt redundant. Coz I didn't help much. "SORRY, DEREK!" But anyways, I think I enjoyed SATC, especially trekking at Bt. Timah Nature Reserve. I think that was the climax of the camp. Hehehe... I had fun! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just a short summary of SATC. The next thing that I really enjoyed is my class chalet. Hahaha... I really had fun! Even though at certain times we were just bored to death, not knowing what to do, we were all like able to come up with something to play. Hahaha... Be it lame or not, we still able to make it fun arh. First night, all went on as planned. We played truth or dare. Hahaha... OMG! The questions that came up... Sheesh... &amp;amp; the 2nd night, I guess, I just felt sick. I slept early, while all of them still stayed up and played. I woke up in the middle of the night, when all of them wanted to sleep, and gave up my place for them. I went to enjoy the sunrise and the sea breeze in the morning, and then, went back to chalet only to sleep again till about 8.30. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up, showered and helped to pack some stuffs... In overall, I think I just enjoyed it. I had great company. Thank You E66F-ers! Basically, everyone who was there! Mira, Nabila, Sunshine, Denise, Lester, Ikhlas, Zaki, Haiqal, Marissa, Kristine, Yun, Vanessa, Wan, Azleen, Godfrey... and did I miss out anyone?? I hope not! =) Thanks you guys! Love you people, loads! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, there are some pictures. But I havent got it yet. So, maybe I'll post some up when I have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; btw, I miss a lot more people. Kai, Tas, especially. I really need to go shopping! Come on, guys! Shopping??? Have we forgotten about it? &amp;amp; I especially miss eating at Swensens with them. Acting like rich kids once again, but heck, they are like the best people I can hang out with besides my classmates! Got loads of stories to share with you people!! =) Meet up soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I think this entry is damn random. I am talking about anything and everything. But before I end, I am so going to ramble on and on about PP. I hate doing PP. Like seriously. I hate doing research, I hate doing analysis. Ok, as I am saying it, I know it sounds easy, but seriously it's not. Ok. &amp;amp; how stupid I was to go and pick a topic like the PR industry. I don't even know what methodology to use. And Chris keep on stressing the importance of methodology. I tried to use SWOT, but he said its for company and unless I found a scholarly journal that says SWOT can be used for industry, it won't be accepted. Shit! &amp;amp; here I am, trying to make sense of PEST and Porter's Five Forces. Damn it! I don't think anyone at home understands whatever I am doing, so I can't ramble at them. Shit lah! Seriously, PP is driving me effing mad! ARGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, till next time peeps.&lt;br /&gt;E66F, I love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so going to miss all of you.&lt;br /&gt;Kai, Tas, meet up soon.&lt;br /&gt;I love you two. (sounds wrong)&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, I miss you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back to work now. See y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-751890337787690975?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/751890337787690975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=751890337787690975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/751890337787690975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/751890337787690975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2008/08/ahhhhh-i-am-feeling-so-effing-stress.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-2095283337264767509</id><published>2008-08-13T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T16:11:28.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK.. Been a long time ever since I updated. I am so bored. Currently at SATC (SA Training Camp). Slacking. Believe it or not - yes, I am slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't blame me. Blame whoever planned the workshop. a full 3 hour workshop. Hahahaha. (&amp;amp; it's not the committee.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, life's been good so far. I am so going to miss my class - E66F.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awesome people. Fun, Happening... Err... and they're just so (fill-in-the-blanks), until I can't find the word to describe them! I am so going to miss this E66F-ers, like seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; I can't wait to meet them again this coming Sunday! It's chalet day! Wohoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brain has been left at Pasir Ris ever since everything's been confirmed. Hahahah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's enjoy, people!! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; yesterday was the last day of school. Went out with Mr. to Vivo. Hahaha... My fave hang out place. I dont know why, but I am not myself yesterday. I guess it's just mood swings. But he was there to help me relax. He was there to comfort me. Love him loads. Loads. &amp;amp; we let out a few secrets about each other. Just wanted to get to know him better, and I was shocked by a few of his stories. I swear he went through a lot when he was a child. Shan't elaborate further, but now that I know a bit about him, it's only right that I understand him better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, he wore his shirt!! &amp;amp; Mr. Handsome came out. Hahaha... I can't take my eyes off him lah! Hahaha... I wish he would wear that more often, but, hm... I don't think he want to. Nevermind, its ok... =) Happy with the way he is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough about him for a bit. I miss my class... I miss a lot of other people also. Dang! We should go out sometime. To shop or something. I really need to shop. Sheesh... I seriously ran out of clothes. Hahaha... &amp;amp; I think I going to quit my job at the end of this month. I need time for myself. Seriously. &amp;amp; after all, I am tired of working. Hmm... I'll think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I don't know what else to say. 1st day of camp, workshops... Can't wait for tomorrow. I think it's really going to be fun, plus intensive. Hahaha... =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till next time peeps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rock On!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233911688563489058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SKKW80aXeSI/AAAAAAAAAY8/UaszywZ2hhs/s320/DSC02793-edit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-2095283337264767509?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/2095283337264767509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=2095283337264767509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/2095283337264767509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/2095283337264767509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2008/08/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SKKW80aXeSI/AAAAAAAAAY8/UaszywZ2hhs/s72-c/DSC02793-edit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-445247242025183183</id><published>2008-07-15T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T15:18:09.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I better update before KAI starts to burn my blog down. Sheesh... How evil can she get? I told ya, she's turning into an Anjadi. Hahahaha... Anyways, there's nothing much for me to update right now. But, school has been sucky lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dragging my feet to school everyday. Expecting the same old routine. Ok, besides having SA Appointment Ceremony recently. I think event was great. So, now I'm officially appointed as Head Of Training, with 2 Asisstant Heads, Raudah &amp;amp; Shaun. Awesome! =) Thanks to those who nominated me! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I have the pictures, maybe I'll post them up.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, moving on, I think yesterday I had a whole lot shit of fun &amp;amp; laughter. Starting from 8 am in the morning, till 9 pm at night. Who else am I with, if not Kai?&lt;br /&gt;From the start we walked to school, I don't know why, but we were like 2 daring Minahs crossing the road. There was an oncoming car, heading towards us, but we just walk across like nobody's business. It happen quite a few times lah, and it continued till after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school was worse. You can call it the side-effects of frustration, or of having someone you love not giving a shit towards you or behaves differently towards you. Sheesh... &amp;amp; there I was crapping and laughing all the way from school to Causeway Point with Kai.&lt;br /&gt;*snaps fingers* 10 in line queueing for me!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... Nonsense. HOT! NOT! HOT! (inside joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is, it's just the side-effects of BGR. Shit. That's all I can say.&lt;br /&gt;I'm out of words. I just have to indulge in something to get over my frustrations. &amp;amp; so, I introduced Kai to the new Lot 1 at Choa Chu Kang. The place is like so new. I realised I havent been there for almost 2 years, ever since I graduated from BP. &amp;amp; there's my favourite shop there - Cotton On!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! Kai &amp;amp; me were going crazy over the prices. Sadly, we're not rich at that point of time. So, yeah, we just walked in, touch, feel, look at the prices, and go out. Obviously, both of us feel like buying it lah. Especially the pullover! OMG! It was selling for 15 bucks. &amp;amp; it was so comfy. I went home, and talked to Mum about it. Surprisingly, Mum had a 10 bucks Capitaland voucher. How happy I was lah! I am so going to make Kai envious of me. I am so going to get the pullover.&lt;br /&gt;Muahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many more things I want to buy lah. I am only waiting for the right time. Hopefully, this Saturday. Goshh... Can't wait. I have my mind set on things already. Hahaha... Well, at least it's better than thinking about some things which I think don't deserve my time.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, seriously, I don't know what to blog about already.&lt;br /&gt;Currently:-&lt;br /&gt;Location: E66F&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Indescribable (mixed emotions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run. Update again soon.&lt;br /&gt;Till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-445247242025183183?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/445247242025183183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=445247242025183183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/445247242025183183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/445247242025183183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-better-update-before-kai-starts-to.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-1297168782813411826</id><published>2008-06-12T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T23:14:14.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Rich Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Back with some updates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today, I had so much fun with my bestfriends.&lt;br /&gt;Who else, but Tas a.k.a Tweety Bird &amp;amp; Kai a.k.a TLA??&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Started with meeting Tas at Yishun, &amp;amp; Kai at A.M.K. Made our way to Somerset coz I need to run some errands, before going to our planned place, Singapore Flyer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Of course, we cam-whored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210993910627028850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SFErWkmlz3I/AAAAAAAAAWI/WQvtGYDTcgI/s200/IMG_0835.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;while waiting for the train.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210993915552530722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SFErW287ASI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/4U6TUWSSoQI/s200/DSC02661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;even in the train.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I hafta say this, one person among us seriously do not know how to use a camera.&lt;br /&gt;Can guess who??&lt;br /&gt;None other than Kai!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I asked her to take a picture of Me &amp;amp; Tas in the train, and she actually pressed the Menu button to capture, instead of the normal button. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For goodness sake, Kai, do you think it's a handphone? All camera buttons to capture is almost about the same place (the top of the camera). Like, DUH?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hahahaha...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then, we head to SG Flyer. Let's just say, Tas didn't had enough cam-whoring. We took pictures even when we're walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210995340506159730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SFEspzUV2nI/AAAAAAAAAWY/USB98iyJBuk/s200/DSC02665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we stopped to take a shot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210995347143609778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SFEsqMC1TbI/AAAAAAAAAWg/WxxAsI96wKM/s200/DSC02670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then, we walked.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210995348118250610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SFEsqPrNJHI/AAAAAAAAAWo/KJ4dqMoOWyQ/s200/DSC02673-edit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stopped, again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210995351986457458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SFEsqeFdS3I/AAAAAAAAAWw/7dlgUg3lASg/s200/DSC02675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and walked.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;amp; like, finally, we reached Sg Flyer. I really can't talk much here. I'll let the pictures do the talking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211000841058249058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SFExp-eJ6WI/AAAAAAAAAW4/6HbD34SeciA/s200/DSC02679-edit.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211004205088500594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SFE0tydd63I/AAAAAAAAAXo/n5NjyRuTNCE/s200/DSC02683.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she looked stiff...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211000848040247506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SFExqYeywNI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Gfxj_4COWRM/s200/DSC02685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;pretending to be models, i see??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211002276279533650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SFEy9hFkwFI/AAAAAAAAAXY/dE0O5x2CupI/s200/DSC02701.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we call this, the so-called 'volcano'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211000849888902034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SFExqfXi-5I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/cKWsnX0_Tbw/s200/DSC02704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you can actually see...how tired she looked. haha...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then, we decided to go for lunch. It was such a hot weather. Being the not-so-typical girls, and acting like rich kids for that matter, we actually took a taxi to go to...&lt;br /&gt;Marina Square!!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;We discussed for so long, before we actually decided to take a taxi. Considering how paiseh we will be, considering what the taxi uncle will think of us - in the end, we still take a taxi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Uncle, can take us to Marina Square?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncle: &lt;/strong&gt;(silence, look at 3 of us, &amp;amp; smile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kai:&lt;/strong&gt; (smiling away, about to laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncle:&lt;/strong&gt; Can, very near only what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Yah...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In the taxi, Kai couldn't stop giving the look of &lt;em&gt;OMG-I'm-so-paiseh&lt;/em&gt;. Tas was obviously maintaining that &lt;em&gt;hey-i'm-rich&lt;/em&gt; kinda look, and I was just being normal, even though, actually, I do find it quite paiseh to take a taxi just to go to somewhere near. But, still, it was &lt;strong&gt;FUN! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;As usual, we went to eat at Swensens. Like I said, everytime we're out together, we would be acting like rich kids. Of course, we do have the money okay?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boyfriends, better be careful, if you go out with these 3. Hahaha...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211010727491376194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SFE6pcTflEI/AAAAAAAAAXw/0aOG3I6v_r0/s200/DSC02707.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;indulging in desert. brownie with ice-cream. simply heavenly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;Supposedly, the plan is to go to BottlePark after lunch. But Tas couldnt make it, and it would be so incomplete without her. So, all 3 of us head home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Going out with my bestfriends was always fun. I think it would be incomplete if I were to not laugh everytime I'm out with them. Really, they're like my sisters already. &amp;amp; I love them loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just like how I love my boyfriend. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp; Here I am, back at home, slacking. Tomorrow will be another free day. Great time to just rest &amp;amp; continue on my PP research. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till next time, people!&lt;br /&gt;`Adios&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"True friends are hard to find, difficult to leave, &amp;amp; impossible to forget..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-1297168782813411826?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/1297168782813411826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=1297168782813411826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/1297168782813411826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/1297168782813411826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2008/06/like-rich-kids.html' title='Like Rich Kids'/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SFErWkmlz3I/AAAAAAAAAWI/WQvtGYDTcgI/s72-c/IMG_0835.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-3648018764168979850</id><published>2008-06-04T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T14:42:42.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;amp; then, I know, it's been a really LONG time ever since I've updated this blog. A whole lot of things have been happening - good, bad, neutral, happy, sad &amp;amp; the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think people would be bored reading my blog, since its mostly about my life, what has been happening so far, and stuff like that. Then again, I don't know what else I can talk about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without further ado, lets just start from some pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207902540333558530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SEYvxI1vqwI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Y4asBeqfT9A/s200/DSC00454.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207902540333558546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SEYvxI1vqxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/CWrPRVyqmtM/s200/DSC00446_edit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207902544628525858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SEYvxY1vqyI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/wzTNlFDqlQo/s200/DSC00442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207902544628525874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SEYvxY1vqzI/AAAAAAAAAVY/8cbgIQnhwMg/s200/DSC00444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207902544628525890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SEYvxY1vq0I/AAAAAAAAAVg/c6-5DCfQdQM/s200/DSC00459-edit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, when is this? Where is this? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is at Sakura Int'l Buffet at Clementi Woods. Went there to celebrate Sis birthday. &amp;amp; of course, for the 2nd time, we made her cry. She got a lot of surprises there.&lt;br /&gt;From her boyfriend coming to celebrate with us, to the cake, and so on. I'm just simply glad she enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;(&amp;amp; btw, this happened 2 months ago - in the month of April. Hahah...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's about it for the first event. I have to say, the food at Sakura was simply awesome! Love it. Didn't get a chance to take pictures of the food though. It was quite packed at that time, and I was just focusing on food, food and more food.&lt;br /&gt;(especially the Oreo Cheesecake. Hahaha...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, that was what happened. Sis birthday celebration. After that, my life was pretty much normal (and bland, for that matter.) One thing, however, that made it lively was the presence of my mentees from SA. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207905306292497234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SEYySI1vq1I/AAAAAAAAAVo/HW_-iM-KojQ/s200/DSC00469.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is not all of them. Obviously there's more. But their presence never fail to make my day. One lively bunch, I must say. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's a short intro about my mentees. &amp;amp; recently, I went to catch up with some good ol' friends from 2nd sem. Who else but Kai &amp;amp; Tas?&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping with them. I think I was the one who bought a lot of things. From tops to bottoms. Can't help it. Can't blame myself. It was the GSS, mind you! &amp;amp; moreover, I think I seriously ran out of tops &amp;amp; bottoms. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had a whole lot of fun going out with them. But I realise, some people just changed. Like, Kai. I think her having a boyfriend is turning her into one Anjadi (I think that's how it's spelt). She bought 2 pairs of skinnys, in red and blue. She almost bought green, but she didn't coz we told her that she's going to look like a traffic light. &amp;amp; her manicure is like, (fill-in-the-blanks). OMG! I wonder what her boyfriend is doing to her! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's about Kai. &amp;amp; this Tas, just told us one freaking shocking news. We totally didn't expect it. I'm not going to say it here, coz it's something personal, but it's just shocking. &amp;amp; looking at the fact that she's only 19.....! Goodness me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207909601259793266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SEY2MI1vq3I/AAAAAAAAAV4/OuiU8R_kWLw/s200/DSC00473-edit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207909605554760578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SEY2MY1vq4I/AAAAAAAAAWA/1osFgW8QAvw/s200/DSC00477-edit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;They're my best friends. They can say the most hurtful things ever, or give the most horrible advice or comments when you least expect it, but still, whatever they say have some sense in it. &amp;amp; I just love them loads!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well now, it's vacation. I just finished my camp yesterday, and boy, I swear I didn't learn/achieve anything from it. Made a few new friends, yes, but that's all there is to it. I can't wait for SA camp this august! It's going to be fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Speaking about vacation, I got to start on my PP. Chris has been chasing me, or rather, US for meetings, and he just hate that. So, yeah, I got to start now. Will update this blog as regularly as possible. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till next time~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-3648018764168979850?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/3648018764168979850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=3648018764168979850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/3648018764168979850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/3648018764168979850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2008/06/then-i-know-its-been-really-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/SEYvxI1vqwI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Y4asBeqfT9A/s72-c/DSC00454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-3566788322556857826</id><published>2008-04-12T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T10:13:02.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First week of school has been ok. I have to say this: Competition is Stiff... Everyone is good in their own ways. One common thing everyone is good at, is Words. Good command of language. To outshine the rest, you have to be outstanding in a different way.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; for me, I am still trying to adapt to how different people work, the norms of the class, and basically everything. Good to have competition. Healthy competition in a way, but the pressure is also there. Darn hard for me to get an A this time. This is what I call: No Stress, No Progress. Now, I see, how true this is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In anyways, putting class and studies aside, SLA Fiesta is coming up. Busy Busy week ahead. There's almost something, everyday. Set Up the booth, talks, &amp;amp; stuffs like that. Feeling a little sianx over this already. But, nevermind. It's going to be over soon. Bear with it. Just hope the outcome is really good. We're recruiting, yaw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy week in school. Almost forgot about work. Tutoring and Haagen-Dazs. Tutoring has been ok. But I have to say, my student does gets on my nerves sometimes. Feel like giving up on her at times, but can't. I still do care for her grades and want her to make it thru her PSLE. Haagen Dazs... Hm... Don't know what was wrong with me on that Wed. Came late for work. I didn't check my schedule properly. &amp;amp; besides that, I took orders, but keep on forgetting a few times to do setting for that table. Sheesh! My mgr was like, What's wrong with you today arh? Tired isit? Or hungry?&lt;br /&gt;I cant come up with an excuse, so, I just blame it on hunger. Well, at that point of time, I was feeling a little hungry lah. &amp;amp; she was like, ok, ok, go get some food later. Thank goodness, it was only a Wed. Not many customers around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be working again today. Saturday. A lot of customers. Sometimes, I just don't see what they see in Haagen Dazs. It's good quality ice-cream, so? Ok, nevermind abt that. Thank goodness, my other mgr who planned the schedule didn't put me closing today. I'll be so darn tired, I can't walk, by then. Sheesh...&lt;br /&gt;Well, what else can I say? This is working life y'all. I'm quite happy working there lah... So, yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; again, this is my life. School, work, home. I don't know whether to consider it my good life or not, but so far, I'm just ok with it. Im neither happy, nor sad with my life. It's just fine to me.&lt;br /&gt;(Reminds me of the song by Mary J. Blige, "I won't change my life; My life's just fine...")&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. Till next time, people.&lt;br /&gt;Adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-3566788322556857826?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/3566788322556857826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=3566788322556857826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/3566788322556857826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/3566788322556857826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2008/04/first-week-of-school-has-been-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-4306341805770001873</id><published>2008-04-01T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T00:06:02.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seems like a long time ever since I update. Well, been busy recently. Hahaha... Lets see what I've been up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, went out with Sis. Went to Dhoby Ghaut area. I need to settle some work stuff. Then, off to retail therapy at This Fashion. The outlet there is so huge. 3 storeys high. I am at a loss of what clothes to pick. Serious! Sis and I brought in 4 pieces into the fitting room, only to choose 1 of it. Hahaha... I had fun... I spent arnd 60 bucks, and Sis spent arnd 50. Sheesh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I just did the necessary errands with my sis on that day. Kinda boring. The best part was only shopping... Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, went to school in the morning. Briefing for Grad Ceremony. After that went out with Nurul &amp;amp; Mr. Hahaha... Went to Vivo. Got quite a fun time there lah. Shan't go into more details. &amp;amp; the next day, suppose to reach school at 7:30. Woke up at 6, when I'm suppose 2 meet my friend at 6:45. Hahaha... Rush Rush. Meet the rest at Woodlands, and then, off to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After grad ceremony, went home. Then, before I could even rest my butt for 5 min, I went out of house again. This time, for tutoring. Sheesh... Im like a superwoman sehh... Hahaha... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp; the next day, went to another work. FYI, I am also working at another place besides tutoring. So, I dont think I shall elaborate on that also. Basically, it can be frustrating, tiring, but yet, it can also be kind of fun. That's all I can say about the job.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This week, will be another busy week for me. In fact, I think its busy week ahead. What's with FOP? Some Pre-SLA events? SLA itself? Goodness...&lt;br /&gt;So, basically, I'll be working today &amp;amp; tomorrow. Schooling on Thurs &amp;amp; Fri. Sat has plans. Sun... Not so sure whether working or not. Hope not, since the next day, school is already starting!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Talking about school starting, its a new semester. A lot of things have happened recently. It's time to move on. E66F. That's my new class. Happy to be in it. Hope things work out well in the class. After all, we're all taking the same course. Pioneers... I just can't wait to know what's in store. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, this entry is seriously BORING! I'm sorry, if it bores you. Just some updates about whats going on in my life so far. Like I always say, my life revolves around school, work &amp;amp; family. I think, I'm quite ok with that. No complains... Hahahaha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;KK... Till next time people.&lt;br /&gt;`Adios.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-4306341805770001873?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/4306341805770001873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=4306341805770001873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/4306341805770001873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/4306341805770001873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2008/04/seems-like-long-time-ever-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-3463998787030550478</id><published>2008-03-17T00:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T00:21:15.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Your Birthdate: October 6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanforyourlovelifequiz/birthday.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, love is a natural progression from friendship. You are almost always friends first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you are loyal, steady, and honest. You are not a cheater or even much of a flirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are likely to stay friends with your ex... and open to rekindling something in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of True Loves You'll Have: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of Times You'll Have Your Heart Broken: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most compatible with people born on the 6th, 15th, and 24th of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanforyourlovelifequiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean For Your Love Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-3463998787030550478?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/3463998787030550478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=3463998787030550478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/3463998787030550478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/3463998787030550478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2008/03/your-birthdate-october-6-for-you-love.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-1603286856151207164</id><published>2008-03-15T11:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T11:54:29.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Random Note:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You Are a Crossword Puzzle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofpuzzleareyouquiz/crossword.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are well read, and you have a good head for remembering facts.&lt;br /&gt;You are a wordsmith. You have a way with words, and you're very literate.&lt;br /&gt;You are a mysterious person who enjoys dropping little clues every now and then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;What Kind of Puzzle Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-1603286856151207164?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/1603286856151207164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=1603286856151207164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/1603286856151207164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/1603286856151207164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2008/03/random-note-you-are-crossword-puzzle.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-3476306760982949889</id><published>2008-03-11T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T21:23:28.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been some time ever since I update. As usual, as said in my previous post, its a busy 2 weeks. Now, the busy week has almost come to an end. Yippee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what have I been up to besides school and work lately?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday and Today have been spent in school. Had MOE Conference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to admit, at first I didnt know what it was all about. I didnt even know what I had to do. They only give me one idea of what I'm supposed to do - Facilitate. Rites... That helps a lot! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha... I swear I wasnt the only one who felt so lost. So, what we did, we just follow instructions lah... You know, you wont go wrong if you follow instructions. So, yeahh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets just say, for the 1st day, coming to school early was a wrong choice. SO WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;SAs basically rot in the SU room, until it was time for duty which was only at 415 pm, and we came at 10+, only to listen to briefings, eat, talk, and slack. Hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time for duty. Me, Alvin, &amp;amp; Jon, had to go to Agora Hall 4. Started with an intro (finally, i have an idea of what facilitating - not the PBL way - is like). The session was about Information Technology - The Force Multiplier in something something.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha... Sorry, cant remember. Presenters were staff of TJC. I shant comment on the presentation lah. Better keep comments to myself. SHHH....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, time to go home. The whole day was filled with laughter and jokes lah. It's not always boring hanging out with SAs you know. We seriously crap a lot, and we really mean, CRAP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahaha... What's with rat shit, tails, eyes, lungs, intestines and all... You just dont wanna know what we talk about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd day of Conference was much better. Me, Niki, Alvin, facilitate this talk about Mother's Involvement bla bla bla.... Hahaha... It was much better than the IT Talk lah, actually. Niki &amp;amp; Me had a chance to talk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear, it was like the most embarassing moment ok. The talk was something about how much a mother's involvement affect the child's academic results and stuff like dat lah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were a few categories of the mother, and mine happen to fall into group 2. So, I had to share my views, and I say that it was my own choice that I did not want my parents to be so involved in what I am doing in school. Hahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea, and as I'm writing this 'Hahaha...', I really mean, the audience were laughing at me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; I was like, -__- Ok, whats so funny? Hahahaha....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I had quite a good experience lah. Never talked to such audience before. Quite fun, I must say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, since we are on the topic of parents, I want to talk about my mum. But, I'll push that till the end. Let me continue with my updates first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Err, as far as I can remember, there was one day, if I'm not wrong last Friday, I had school. But, oops, I skipped halfway with Natasha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, met Kai at woodlands for a while to take Crumpler. Then, proceed to City Hall, where Mr. was waiting. Gave him the Crumpler. I swear, he had no reaction. But, I guessed he was happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; then, we talked for a while. Shall leave that hanging there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was still with Natasha... We had nowhere else to go, seriously. So, we went walking around, slacking at City Hall area. In the end, we ended up at Marina Bay, and watched Mosaic Music Festival. Awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176466756262285666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R9aBFrah0WI/AAAAAAAAAUU/iDy3AXYzvtU/s200/DSC00374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, Jessea Thyidor was singing. If you still remember her that is. I enjoyed it. Seriously. It was nice... =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, head home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day, went out with dear brother. Didnt go anywhere much lah. Hang out at usual place, Vivo. Always feel relaxed when with him. But couldnt control my train of thoughts arh. I seriously dont know what I was thinking. A mixture of feelings, and yeah, thoughts, but nevermind about that. Managed to clear it out with brother. Hahaha... I know I can always count on him. Also went to Toys'R'Us. Hahaha... Talked about toy cars, and simply just hang there for some time lah. The toys nowadays, Wow... Ok... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, went to accompany him to Fountain of Wealth, Suntec. It was really nice. The laser show and stuffs. Ok, I admit, I am Singaporean, but I swear, I havent seen the Fountain of Wealth like that, as in, with the lasers and all. It was really cool... I like...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&amp;amp; I started to wish for my future boyfriend to do something like that for me. Like, you know, a surprise dedication or something...Typical, I know. But its sweet... Hahaha...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, shant digress...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176469178623840626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R9aDSrah0XI/AAAAAAAAAUc/JBOUB6bqbFA/s200/DSC00376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176469191508742530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R9aDTbah0YI/AAAAAAAAAUk/my5aJAkqUIw/s200/DSC00391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176469204393644434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R9aDULah0ZI/AAAAAAAAAUs/lnWDmyZFD2I/s200/DSC00398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok. So that is the Fountain of Wealth for me. If you all can see lah, got some graphics and words. Yeahh... I had fun... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, that was my updates so far. &amp;amp; I say, I want to talk about my mum right...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeahh... Sometimes, I seriously dont understand her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can anyone tell me whats wrong about making my own decisions at 18 years old?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; shall I repeat that - 18 years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, basically, I talked to her about work, and she started to nag. Haiz... I dont get it, why she didnt allow me to work lah. I told her, experience, and she was like, You're still studying, can you like, make it seem like as if you're really studying, in school. Whats with finding work and all this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; I just kept quiet, of course. I dont know why from the start till now, she couldnt support me. She always had this thought that I'm still too young, I guess. I wanted to like remind her, I'm 18, but it sounded so rude. So, I decided not to. Haiz... I dont know how else to change her mindset or something, you know, and let her know that I'm 18, and I can make my own decisions and all that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's something which she said which is true. I am most of the time Out. I hardly stay home. Hahaha... I have to say, this is quite true. I dont know why, but I just cant stand sitting at home doing housework. &amp;amp; another reason, I just wanted exposure. I just want to see and understand what the real world is like out there, especially the working world, and thats why, I actually went jobhunting. Hahaha... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess, my conclusion from this is, When you're the youngest, your mum will always see you as a kid no matter how old you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone agree with me? Hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K, I think I shall end here. S***! I'm going to fall sick soon. Seriously. Need to go grab some Panadol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till next time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;`Adios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-3476306760982949889?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/3476306760982949889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=3476306760982949889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/3476306760982949889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/3476306760982949889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2008/03/been-some-time-ever-since-i-update.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R9aBFrah0WI/AAAAAAAAAUU/iDy3AXYzvtU/s72-c/DSC00374.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-3565439488472201363</id><published>2008-03-06T08:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T08:46:09.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Philosophy of Life:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Face&lt;/em&gt; the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;without &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Regrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Handle&lt;/em&gt; the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;with &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Confidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prepare&lt;/em&gt; for the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;without &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-3565439488472201363?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/3565439488472201363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=3565439488472201363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/3565439488472201363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/3565439488472201363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2008/03/philosophy-of-life-face-past-without.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-1572424238057564119</id><published>2008-03-04T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T20:42:17.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another wonderful day today. Adds a wonderful day to my busy week.&lt;br /&gt;(Well, this week is busy week for me.)&lt;br /&gt;What happen 2day??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with my girlfriends, Kai &amp;amp; Tas... It was such a perfect day. Hahaha... Firstly, I met with Tas at Yishun. This time, she wasnt that late. Had to wait only like 5 min for her... So, that was very good! Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then, we make our way to AMK, to meet Kai. She was the late one. All the way from Yishun to AMK, she still havent reach AMK yet. And we still have to wait for her for around 5-10 min. Haiz... &amp;amp; I believe, she still has to treat us to lunch. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we make our way to Orchard. It felt so good to me, coz we were walking among not-so-many people. Not as much as it always is. After all, it was a Tuesday. So yeahh...&lt;br /&gt;Make our way to Wisma Atria. Bought for Tas this long cardigan as her PRE-birthday present. She couldnt stop talking about it and thanking us, until it gets a little irritating. But she finally stopped anyways. (Thank God!) Hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tas, again, no problem lah. That was d best we could give to you. We're extremely happy that you got what you wanted!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then, we make our way to Paragon. I need to get something expensive from there. Hush... It's supposed to be a secret. After buying that, we crossed over and ate lunch at Swensens.&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, and did I tell you that we were seriously acting like rich kids? Well, we really did.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Paragon, and act like high-class people. As I was paying for the stuff, Kai &amp;amp; Tas was like saying that this particular thing cost 200 bucks. And they go like, "Wah, 200 bucks is still quite ok arh..." And the sales guy was looking at them. Hahahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; at Swensens, Tas as usual, ate her Breaded Chicken thingey. I ate Spaghetti and Kai ate Baked Rice. Awesome! I became like a dustbin lah. Kai couldnt finish her rice and I hafta finish like 1/4 of it, which somehw makes me kinda full. &amp;amp; the funny thing was that all of us pay for our own food. We realise we gave 20 cents short, after counting back how much we gave. The girl had to go all the way back to our table to ask for 20 cents. Hahaha... I find that funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, anyways, we then, make our way back to Wisma, find some of Tas's stuffs again, and then, walked around Far East. Haiz... There was like quite a few things I wanted to buy there, but I resist the temptation, coz I need to save more money. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I hafta say, I'm fully booked this week. School for the next 3 days. Work at night tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I'm also searching for another job currently lah... Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;Weekends are either rest days or for family, (excluding Saturday).&lt;br /&gt;So, Saturday is still kinda free.&lt;br /&gt;Next Mon &amp;amp; Tues are school days. Maybe will be working at night for the next 2 days (Wed &amp;amp; Thur. Will be free in the mornings &amp;amp; afternoons). &amp;amp; then, Friday is booked for Kai.&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess, in other words, Fira has a busy 2 weeks. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;As usual, people, book me whenever you want a day out with me aites... =) Hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;(Ok, I'm just kidding around).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way back just now, was msging Mr. S. Hahaha... As usual, he brightens up my day. Never fail to do so. (This time, I was the one who took the initiative to start msging him lar...)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I guess, dats about it for today. Still waiting for Mr to msg me. He should be back today. So, I'm still waiting, waiting, waiting... Hahaha... I cant wait to see him, get my things back, and give him his surprise to see his reaction. I think he'll be psyched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time people.&lt;br /&gt;Adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-1572424238057564119?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/1572424238057564119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=1572424238057564119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/1572424238057564119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/1572424238057564119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2008/03/another-wonderful-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-6545495285595223731</id><published>2008-02-29T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T23:28:49.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wonderful, Wonderful Week I had! Ok, may not consider it as a week yet, but it was a fulfilling one, I hafta say... Awesome! Just to summarise what's been happening this week:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Spend time with Mr. before he go for his trip. Then, when Mr. left, he sent me a few msgs while hes there. So sweet! He still remembers me... Well, just hope hes doing fine, so far. Cant wait for him to come back...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then, whats next? Hrmm... Ohh... I cant forget this! I spend a hell of a time wit my sisters frm different mothers, Kai &amp;amp; Tas. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Went bowling with them! Simply fantastic! Been a loong time ever since I played. But I think, doesnt matter what you're doing, as long as you have the right company, you'll enjoy it. True??&lt;br /&gt;And sticking to that so-called 'saying', I spent time with my 'twin', as said in my previous entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then, nearing to the weekend, went to celebrate Dad's birthday. 29 Feb. Hehehe.Had such a good, great, big dinner. Lets see. at ChaiChee restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;Ate Chilli Crab, Squid fritters, Thai style chicken, Sweet&amp;amp;Sour Fish... *Slurp!*&lt;br /&gt;My family did a lot of things for dad. Video, presents.,... &amp;amp; the video is very time-consuming i must say. Hahaha... But I had fun anyways... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Sorry, currently no pictures. So, haf to bore you guys with my words. Anyways, Thanks to all those frequent readers. Continue tagging... =)&lt;br /&gt;This week has been fun. But the next I guess, will be hectic. Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;Shant think about that 1st though. Shall enjoy my upcoming activities. Especially the one on 4th march. Sorry, will be booked on 4th march. This day is reserved for my 2 best friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey besties, its reserved for you guys ok! Feel honoured! &amp;amp; this is also to make up for my extreme lateness on our previous outing... Hehehe... =) C ya guys soon!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess thats about it. Till next time guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss ya, Mr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-6545495285595223731?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/6545495285595223731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=6545495285595223731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/6545495285595223731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/6545495285595223731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2008/02/wonderful-wonderful-week-i-had-ok-may.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-4806785302665914524</id><published>2008-02-28T22:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T22:39:59.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Found my so-called 'TWIN'</title><content type='html'>Back for more updates.  As much as I love all my sisters from different mothers (Dee, Kai, Tas), I have a confession to make:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I Found My 'Twin' &amp;amp; I Love My 'Twin' too! (or rather, 'sibling'.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... Well, basically, today is the normal routine of going to school for some Story Shaping Session. After that, didn't feel like going home. So, went to Popular to find some stuffs and then, decided to watch a movie with a few others. My 'twin' treated me lahh! So touched! &amp;amp; we watched Meet The Spartans. We labeled the show as a 'No-Brainer' show at first, and I think it still is. Its just that we continued watching it to just find some laughter and see how worse the 'No-Brainer' can get. Hahaha... In the end, I still enjoyed it lah... It was really funny anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh no not I,&lt;br /&gt;I will survive..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I'm just quoting the song from the show. Hahaha... Well, me &amp;amp; 'twin' decided not to go home 1st. So, I suggested heading to vivo.&lt;br /&gt;You guys must be wondering, why the hell would Fira call this guy her 'twin'? The reasons:-&lt;br /&gt;Simply because,&lt;br /&gt;We think alike.&lt;br /&gt;We understand each other so well.&lt;br /&gt;We sound alike. (Maybe, my voice is louder. Hahah...)&lt;br /&gt;We behave alike. (I guess...)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; people even say, We look alike.&lt;br /&gt;(We dont agree on the last point though. We just thought its the same style of specs that make us look alike.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, when with him, I know I can just talk to him about almost ANYTHING and EVERYTHING. We do have differing opinions about certain stuffs, but heck... We dont go on elaborating on it or quarrel seriously about it. I just know that I can share my weal &amp;amp; woes with him.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I guess, thats why I call him my 'twin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; So, my day goes on, hanging out with him. We chatted, laughed, joked about so many stuffs. We just dont know how, but even when we talk about a serious matter rite, after talking about it, we wont feel any stress or continue to think about it. We would just go ahead and come up with another topic. &amp;amp; no matter how random I get, he will just go on and play along with me, which makes it more fun!&lt;br /&gt;Like just now, we actually talked about:-&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE --&gt; then lead to, another person --&gt; and then, I started to get random, and we talked about Cloning --&gt; then, I talked about wanting to marry his clone --&gt; &amp;amp; then, on to more serious stuff like, family, self-esteem and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;From there, we continued talking about Us 10 years down the road --&gt; &amp;amp; then, lead to, Us going to name our kids after each other (provided we dont get married), --&gt; and then, we let our imaginations run wild, and simply talked about our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now, you guys might be thinking, what crap did we talk about? Well yeah, it was crap. But, I dont know. Call it affinity, chemistry btwn us. We can simply talk about anything and everything under the Sun, and in the end still relax. When I come to think of it, I wont be able to feel this way when I hang out with other people. But, it just feels so different when I talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; that is why, I just love my 'twin'! Well, not those love - love, but love - for a sibling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise, Friends like these are really hard to find. &amp;amp; when they come by, I really got to treasure it. Like what I said just now to him when we were talking about our friendship, I dont know why, but I just feel that if someone were to come by and wants to 'destroy' our friendship, it wont work for us. We would still be good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I think the best part about this friendship, Deep inside us, we know we cant go further than just good friends (as in, be in a rship). We know our boundaries. Our rship can only go as far as him seeing me as a sister, and me seeing him as a brother. I believe, even if we have feelings for each other, it is only feelings for a 'sibling'. Get what Im trying to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahh... So, I really enjoyed today. The day I get to spend quite a lot of time with my 'twin'. For certain purposes, I cant reveal his name. Someone will get fuming mad if he finds out. But yeah, Thanks 'twin' for today!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; also, not to forget, I also love my sisters from different mothers. Hahaha... =) Loove you guys loads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time, peeps.&lt;br /&gt;Adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-4806785302665914524?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/4806785302665914524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=4806785302665914524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/4806785302665914524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/4806785302665914524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2008/02/found-my-so-called-twin.html' title='Found my so-called &apos;TWIN&apos;'/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-6993572332528730705</id><published>2008-02-26T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T00:58:56.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am seriously BORED! Look at what I'm doing here right now, when I should be sleeping at this time. 12.37 AM. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, What have been going on so far..?&lt;br /&gt;Again, Nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the fact that my family are planning so hard for the secret birthday gifts we're going to give beloved Daddy..&lt;br /&gt;The videos, the presents, the white lies we told Dad (coz we have to cover up)...&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... Cant be helped... It needs to be a surprise! Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait for the dinner on the 1st of March. Chilli Crab... *Slurp!*&lt;br /&gt;Well, not just the 5 of us though.&lt;br /&gt;Will add on 2 more people (my future bro-in-laws, hopefully)&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, and how come I havent switched off my laptop yet?&lt;br /&gt;(My laptop is still unwell, by the way)&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually waiting for my MP3 &amp;amp; Camera to be fully charged. Not for me to use it, though.&lt;br /&gt;For Mr. (Since he's going away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey, Mr., You better come back ok... In &lt;strong&gt;ONE PIECE, HUMAN FORM!&lt;/strong&gt; Dont say that you wont, since 1) You have 3 of us waiting for you here in Singapore,&lt;br /&gt;2) You are holding on to 2 of my precious belongings! I want &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; to return it back to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss Mr... Really will. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, talking about missing people, in my 10 weeks vacation Im having now, I already missed quite a lot of people, (but still countable).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dee&lt;/span&gt;'s stories/jokes/crappiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Ainul&lt;/span&gt;'s random-ness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saiful&lt;/span&gt;'s sillyness.&lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kai&lt;/span&gt;'s childish-ness/'bitchy'-ness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tas&lt;/span&gt;'s 'arguments'/sarcasm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Heire&lt;/span&gt;'s/&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aiman&lt;/span&gt;'s jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and lastly,&lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mr.S&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can rmb who Mr. S is? My so-called guardian angel. Hahaha... Sadly, he didnt appear anymore. Hahaha... Well, he is supposed to. I'm still waiting for him to appear.&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, maybe he will soon.&lt;br /&gt;(FYI, Mr. &amp;amp; Mr.S are 2 different persons.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.53 AM. I am tired. MP3 done charging finally. Gotta go school tmr. &amp;amp; then, meet Mr.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then, maybe, meet friends a while, before heading for tutoring again.&lt;br /&gt;Just 2 more days, Firah. Be patient.&lt;br /&gt;2 More days for what?&lt;br /&gt;My Pay lah! What else?!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then, can get so many things. Hopefully... Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk... Shall go off now. Yawning away...&lt;br /&gt;Till next time peeps...&lt;br /&gt;Adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-6993572332528730705?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/6993572332528730705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=6993572332528730705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/6993572332528730705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/6993572332528730705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-am-seriously-bored-look-at-what-im.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-8993711301537945084</id><published>2008-02-18T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T23:29:49.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok... This might be my last update, before I send my laptop for a check. Heh. Yes Yes, Finally, I've decided to send my laptop for another check. Don't know where - Maybe school, Maybe Acer. I'll think about it. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, whats up about me? Nothing much, of course. Firah hardly does anything interesting. She'll either be at home, school, or work. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened so far. Weekends are as usual - BORING! Cant blame anyone though. Just feel that staying home or going out with my family is much better, since I dont need to fork out any money. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is actually so many things which I want to do/buy. Like, going out with friends, watch movie, retail therapy. But, it all boils down to the fact that I hardly have any money. Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;It only makes it more frustrated when you go window shopping, looking at all the things you want to buy, wanting to buy it as soon as possible, but, wait... Where can you get the money? Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai &amp;amp; I even thought of like, going out together, but just go and slack around at the beaches or park. Stupid? Dumb? Not really, though. Coz' when we go out, we get money from our parents. &amp;amp; by spending time at the beach or parks, you hardly spend money. All you do, is slack. That way, you'll save the money, correct? Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; of course, that will be Firah's idea... (Thank u, Thank u)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... I seriously dont know what else to update. I hate my laptop so much now. &amp;amp; before I end, let me just tell you what I'll be doing this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow:-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to school for some Story Shaping Toolbox (kinda like a workshop thingey), from 9-5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday:-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was thinking whether I should go to school to check my laptop or not.&lt;br /&gt;And then, tutoring at 2.30 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday:-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, shall go school on this day instead.&lt;br /&gt;Tutoring at 7.30 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday:-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day of Story Telling workshop (9:30-11:30).&lt;br /&gt;Plus, Meeting with Helicon about SLA Fiesta, till arnd 12.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday:-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday:-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, it's always a Family Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it this week. So, people, you want some time out with me, book me aites? I'll fit you into my schedule. Hahah...&lt;br /&gt;(Wah Wah... Like some business woman...)&lt;br /&gt;But wells, 70% of my life revolves around school, home &amp;amp; work.&lt;br /&gt;The other 30%, is of course, for my beloved friends...&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, I must spend time with my friends! A way to "de-stress" &amp;amp; get away from school work &amp;amp; stuffs... Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, thats about it lah... Tired...&lt;br /&gt;Till next time people.&lt;br /&gt;`Adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-8993711301537945084?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/8993711301537945084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=8993711301537945084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/8993711301537945084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/8993711301537945084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2008/02/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-5280473622060262481</id><published>2008-02-15T01:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T01:17:32.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM SO DARN EFFING FRUSTRATED!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can somebody help me out here? Ok, why am I so frustrated? Here's the reasons why:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I reformatted my laptop a week ago. Only the C:/ Drive. &amp;amp; my itchy hand actually wanted to restore my files, but it doesnt work out, &amp;amp; ended up restoring another OS in my laptop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM EFFING NOT HAPPY ABOUT IT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I reformatted my laptop again with Kai this time. Everything went well. Superb, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;But wait, there's something wrong with my display settings. It doesnt seem to be 1280*800, but lesser. &amp;amp; i &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EFFING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hate it, because its simply just too wide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I thought I could restore it. But, surprisingly, I cant. &amp;amp; that guy at the IT Helpdesk said my graphic card doesnt support the size. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Like, HELLO! My laptop was at 1280*800 size before it was reformatted! How can it NOT support it NOW?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &amp;amp; just when I thought I could live with it...(it's ok. Its just the graphics. the display.), HELL NO! My IE seems to be lagging for some reason. Not the page thats loading darn slow... It's when you want to scroll down, the page seems to be refreshing at a much slower pace.&amp;amp; I swear, it is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;EFFING&lt;/span&gt; slow!! Ok, it's not just my IE, but simply every application that can scroll down, it'll scroll down in that manner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I've come to a conclusion that my display settings affects everything! Simply every single thing/application that has something to do with graphics or display or screen resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- pffttt! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp; Kai, you dont add fuel to the fire ok?! It is partly your fault that I MAY have did something wrong while reformatting just now, since you were also asking for help from me, all because you were too shy to speak to the IT Helpdesk guy (which in the end you did with MUCH persuasion from me). Hmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So tell me people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOW CAN I NOT BE EFFING MAD RIGHT NOW? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to go to the intel website and find out more about it. Tried downloading a few drivers here &amp;amp; there. But oh wells, it doesnt seem to do any good to my freaking laptop! I am so not going back to the IT Helpdesk all because of this, because, I think they're going to come up with the same reason, that my graphic card doesnt support the size, which somehow, will end up making me &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MORE FRUSTRATED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody tell me what I should do right now? Live with this &amp;amp; pretend I'm fine with it, or what? I need some enlightenment here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIRAH IS SO DAMN EFFING FRUSTRATED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*/Ok. I think i used the word &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;strike&gt;EFFING&lt;/strike&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a little too much here. Heck! Just proves how angry I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-5280473622060262481?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/5280473622060262481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=5280473622060262481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/5280473622060262481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/5280473622060262481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-am-so-darn-effing-frustrated-can.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-3632652727570742921</id><published>2008-02-13T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T13:07:40.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let me ask you guys. Do you believe in guardian angel? Hahaha... Ok, I know, its quite a random topic to talk about, but anyways, does any of you believe in it.?&lt;br /&gt;Well, what do I mean by guardian angel?&lt;br /&gt;He/She comes just when you are having problems. Of course, he/she doesnt know you have problems, but it seems as if they know, and then start to "show" themselves when you're in distress.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I know it may be a coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;But, if it happens more than once? Can you still say its just a coincidence? Or is it too much of a coincidence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He/she will seem as if they can read your mind. They knows what you're thinking. Well, they may not be right in getting what you're thinking of, but still, they just make you happy just by guessing around.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, basically, he/she just simply makes you happy with whatever they say or do.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I think, for short, he/she is like a blessing in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever experienced this kinda thing? Or maybe you have, but you think of it as just a coincidence?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm talking like this, coz I am experiencing this.&lt;br /&gt;I'll name this person S.&lt;br /&gt;S goes missing for a while, &amp;amp; never finds me, unless S is in need of something. But surprisingly, when Im emotionally unstable at this point of time, S appears.&lt;br /&gt;The way S appears, seems very coincidental. It wasnt planned &amp;amp; the reason S suddenly msg me is because S thought S saw me around the area where S was at. Hahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there, we started joking around as usual... From jokes, it gets a little serious. M started to ask whether I have any dates on any other day, &amp;amp; from the way S twist &amp;amp; turn my words, I could tell that S is Mr. Shy Guy. He says he feels uncomfortable when he goes out with girls &amp;amp; all...Coz he hasnt been going on dates for soo long. Hahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I try to talk him round. Telling him, hes a guy and all. How can he be uncomfortable/shy? Like this, How to get dates? Hahah... At this point, I was still joking around. I didnt know he starts to take it seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; so, &lt;em&gt;(being the thick-skinned Fira)&lt;/em&gt;, I actually told him, "Go out with me, I'll make you talk!"&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... I swear, I was joking. I didnt know why I say that, but I could tell that he wanted to say something, which he is shy to tell me about it.&lt;br /&gt;S somehow took me seriously, &amp;amp; he started asking me in Malay, "Mcm gi2 kluar dgn i arh... Set?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(which means, "If liddat, go out with me arh... Set?")&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... &amp;amp; that's how S started asking me out.&lt;br /&gt;Those who know me well enough, will know I actually talk a lot &amp;amp; well, most of the time, when I talk seriously, people think I'm joking. &amp;amp; when I talk jokingly, people take it seriously. So, how liddat? Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, &amp;amp; thats my story. Back on the topic of guardian angel, S is like a guardian angel to me. He appears at the time when Im in distress &amp;amp; whatever he says, seems to make me happy. He doesnt know Im in distress. He doesnt know I haf problems. S never fail to help me get my mind off things for a while. It is simply a coincidence that S msged me &amp;amp; we started talking. But, if it has happened a few times? &amp;amp; all the time it happen in such a coincidental maner, my point is, Is it still considered coincidence? Or is it too much of a coincidence? God's signs?&lt;br /&gt;I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont have any feelings for him. I love someone else &amp;amp; I doubt S has any feelings for me.&lt;br /&gt;So, yeahh... I'm confused. &amp;amp; dats why Im blogging here.&lt;br /&gt;Hahah... Now, I'm not thinking too much about it. I'm just thinking of it as a coincidence. That's that.&lt;br /&gt;I have to thank S though. He never fails to make my day, even though it was just a mere 15 min of sms-ing. Hahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, gotta get back to watching my videos now. What am I watching? Gossip Girl. Been trying to figure out what's so nice about that show, that more &amp;amp; more people are watching it &amp;amp; talking abt it. So far, all I can see is, Hot guys... (Chace Crawford, especially!)&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time, peeps.&lt;br /&gt;`Adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-3632652727570742921?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/3632652727570742921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=3632652727570742921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/3632652727570742921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/3632652727570742921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2008/02/let-me-ask-you-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-4523255886748633460</id><published>2008-02-12T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T12:31:46.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey people! More updates from me. &lt;em&gt;(Wah wah wahh....There seem to be so many updates during the holidays huh..)&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha... So, anyways... Here you go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, 3rd day of CNY, Me, Kai, Tas, Heire, Aiman, went to visit the faci's house. Mr Philip. Hehe... It was Awesome! I simply love that day. We met at Bishan MRT. Supposedly to meet at 10 am but ended up, some people like Tas &amp;amp; Heire were late, so yeahh... &amp;amp; den, off we went to find the block. Took a bus, &amp;amp; walked in. We were like so chaotic &amp;amp; noisy, just trying to find the block. Pointing here, pointing there. Hahaha... But in the end, we managed to find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, cut the story short a bit, we talked, played a few games, at eat. Mr Philip had 2 kids. Abigail &amp;amp; Keith. OMG! Keith is so adorable! He can play the drums &amp;amp; all... So cutee! Should have taken a picture of him. &amp;amp; Mr Philip's wife, is soo nice. Very friendly and all... What did we eat? Haha... KFC. Yummy! Then, around 1.30 pm we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got hongbaos. &amp;amp; inside, there's like a quote. Mine is, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"The righteous thrive like a green leaf."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hmm... Ok... &amp;amp; then, went with them + Mr. to Peninsula Plaza, to get Kai's skinnys. OMG! Can't believe she bought 2 at 1 go lar! But anyways, its nice... I like.... I've had enough so far. 3 pairs. Heh. Not enough tops to go with it only. Hahaha... =)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then, Kai, Me &amp;amp; Mr. went to Orchard. Wisma Atria. Cotton On.&lt;br /&gt;Bought the cardigan. Haha. Like Finally, I bought that... Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Then, Mr. bought a plush toy for his friend. So indecisive. To buy or Not to buy? In the end, I just took it &amp;amp; gave it to him. I know he want to buy lahh... Still think so much for what? Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then, slacked at Ngee Ann City. The wind was refreshing. We played, joked, talked....&lt;br /&gt;I know, I had so much fun!! Hahaha... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, went home. That day was great. Simply awesome. Whatsmore, having the right company, just makes it more right than ever. Hahaha... Dats about it for Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND...Yesterday, went out with SA frens. SLA Committee. This day was not bad either. Went to Bras Basah to check out the price of making a PVC Banner. We got like so many prices. Then, Nadiah, our beloved OIC, felt so hungry &amp;amp; surprisingly, &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; of us became so indecisive at making decision on where to eat! Hahaha... Surprised? I am. Coz I cant really relate an Ambassador to being indecisive... Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, we ended up eating at Mcdonalds @ Bugis. Hahaha... I had an enjoyable time with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha didnt feel like going home yet. So, we actually went to Far East. Just simply walk around, window shopping, u noe... I found 2 shops which sells &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;denim skirts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Awesome! I am so going to buy it one day! &amp;amp; then, I also found shops selling &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tote bags&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Hahaha... simply for 20 bucks... I am also going to get that 1 day! &amp;amp; this explains the reasons why 2 things are added on my wishlist! Hehehe... Anyone want to sponsor? Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Ok wait, I forgot, some may wonder how come suddenly Fira wants to buy skirts &amp;amp; tote bags? Hahaha... No particular reason actually. Just want to try &amp;amp; wear something more feminine as I get older, &amp;amp; well, maybe look a little different wen school reopens? Hehe... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those walking &amp;amp; window shopping - it helps me to get my mind off things for a while. I think Im suffering from &lt;strike&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;DEPRESSION&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I dont know y, but nowadays, I tend to be so into my own world. If u get what I mean, dat is. I am so restless, My mind wanders off easily, I hardly focus on doing the things I was supposed to do... Sheesh... &amp;amp; it simply sucks. Maybe, if its not depression, im just being &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;EMOTIONALLY UNSTABLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &amp;amp; those who know me, will know that I hate feeling this way... Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do? This is Life, aint it? It has its ups &amp;amp; downs. What matters is how well I handle such things coming my way.&lt;br /&gt;So I just want to grab this opportunity to apologise from the bottom of my heart, if I have hurt any of you in any way. Please accept my apology. Appreciate it if you do. Thanks. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, dats about it.&lt;br /&gt;Till next time, people.&lt;br /&gt;`Adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-4523255886748633460?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/4523255886748633460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=4523255886748633460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/4523255886748633460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/4523255886748633460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2008/02/hey-people-more-updates-from-me.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-5768400229438759391</id><published>2008-02-08T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T13:51:07.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey Hey Hey!! Fyra's back to blog!! Ok Ok, I know, may not be so surprising after all. Coz it's been quite some time ever since I blogged. Hahaha... Kai is already like, "Fira, can you update your blog...??" &amp;amp; I'll just go like, OK OK, but I never did blog. Hahaha... So, Kai, here's for you, ok! Updates about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first,&lt;br /&gt;What have I been up to recently? Basically, as said in my previous entry, it's either school, home, work &amp;amp; well, a bit of entertainment. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Lemme see... I went to school on Monday for PP Workshop. Boy, it was fulfilling, I must say. I generated some ideas for my PP Topic already. &amp;amp; I found a company that I should analyse on. Heh... So, PP, here I come. (OMG! Does that mean, more stress? Haish...)&lt;br /&gt;Then, off to home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; The next day, supposed to have DCID Adventure Learning. As usual, the same problem arises. Not enough people, so they have to cancel it. Had a talk with my Programme Chair for a while. &amp;amp; We figured out, our class is going to be at E6! Whoa~ That's far lah!&lt;br /&gt;But the good thing is, the canteen nearby is going to be open soon. So, yeahh... Hahaha... &amp;amp; being the smallest in the school, (with less than 100 students), we will only be using 4 classes in E6.&lt;br /&gt;The rest, confirm will be given to the other schools. Hmm... Dont know which school/centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; back to the story,&lt;br /&gt;after it was cancelled, I remembered I had to go for a meeting at 11.30. Looking at the time,I still had time to rush home, &amp;amp; then go out again lah! So, dat was what I did.&lt;br /&gt;I missed the bus at Bt. Gombak, so, to save time, I literally RAN all the way from the station to home. I swear, I was panting hard lah! It's time for Fira to do some running!! Been a long time ever since I exercised! Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; someONE had to say, that the distance from the station to my house is near! Like, NO! Ok, it wasnt that far either. Lets say, arnd 15 min walk..? I guess so... Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;But, Im not so athletic as this person lah! Dats why I was so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Then, &amp;amp; then, I rushed home, wash up, change, &amp;amp; its back to school again.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... Rushed to school. Thought I could make it on time for my meeting, but hehe...Was still late. for about 15-30 min... I reached, meeting almost ended also. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;But I made the effort! Wohoo! Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;So, meeting ended around 1+. Went for lunch with committee members. Till around 2+.&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at arnd 3. Rest for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; received a message at arnd 4.30. &amp;amp; around, 5, I went out again. Hahaha... Off to Town, with Mr... Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Talked, Walked around, slacked around Town. Shan't elaborate more on this. But, I simply enjoyed my time with Mr... I just love him can.....? Hehehe... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at 11. Of course, get a small lecture from my Mum &amp;amp; Dad for being home so late. But nvm about that.&lt;br /&gt;So, you see, in 1 day, I actually went out 3 times, went home twice before going out again... =) Felt so happy on that day, even though tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; that was on a Tuesday. On the Wednesday, I basically slacked at home. &amp;amp; on Thursday, which was yesterday, didnt go out that much also.&lt;br /&gt;Had some relatives from KL, who came down. My family played host to them, so, brought them around.&lt;br /&gt;At night, went to pass by around Town. The road &amp;amp; pavements were almost empty. Shops were closed, and yeahh... So, we somehow ended up at my favourite hang out place, Marina Bay. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, somehow, That place does brought back some memories...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; today, I'll be going to East Coast with my cousins... Been a loong time ever since I've been there. Gawd... I wish I can have my wish fulfilled, man. But Nope... Not today... Wats my wish..? Hahaha... Nahh... Won't say it here. Shy arh... Hahaha... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeap... Those are my updates. Interesting eh..? Hahaha... I know you guys, might be thinking, "Ya rite... How interesting... Bleargh~"&lt;br /&gt;But this is my life. Revolves around school, family, friends...&lt;br /&gt;Talking about school &amp;amp; friends, my faci just invited the whole class to go visit his house tomorrow (3rd day of CNY!). I cant wait. Looking forward to meeting Mr. again tomorrow! Plus, Tas &amp;amp; Kai! Can never forget them... =)&lt;br /&gt;After that, maybe, shopping? Hows dat? Hahaha... Hopefully, Mum gives me extra cash. Haiz... I'm seriously broke. With only 13 bucks in my wallet... Sheesh... Worse feeling ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I guess, thats about it. I miss all my friends! Tas, Kai, Dee - basically, everyone lah! 10 weeks, is a loong wait to meet them again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey, Mr. I miss you too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time, people.&lt;br /&gt;Keep on reading for more updates soon aites?&lt;br /&gt;`Adios...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-5768400229438759391?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/5768400229438759391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=5768400229438759391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/5768400229438759391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/5768400229438759391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2008/02/hey-hey-hey-fyras-back-to-blog-ok-ok-i.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-7041055196930756049</id><published>2008-02-03T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T22:19:25.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The month of February arrives! I don't know why I'm quite happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe because, 10 weeks vacation of school has arrived!! Hahaha... Feels so great!&lt;br /&gt;It's time to relax, before another semester begins in April (oops! Im in Year 2 already!).&lt;br /&gt;But on the 2nd thought, 10 weeks aint going to be easy after all. With more events coming up in school as the new freshies start coming in... SA sure has a lotta stuffs to do!&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, I dont think I regretted being in SA (Well, I was, at a point in time). Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;The sense of satisfaction &amp;amp; experience you gain... Truly awesome... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, you guys might be wondering, What the hell will Fira do during this 10 weeks vacation?&lt;br /&gt;If I were to summarise it, it would be work + school + entertainment. Hahaha... Don't understand?&lt;br /&gt;Go figure. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;... It's a Sunday today. Time flies so fast, I realise. Don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;I think I've missed out quite a lot on my Secondary school friends. Hmm... Zul! You're not forgotten! How've you been?! You're missed, my friend!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;... Who else? Hazwani..? Wonder where the hell is this sister of mine... No! Can't lose contact now!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;... What about Fizah? I know she might be waiting for her 'A' Level results. How is she??&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;... Nawariah? Feel so bad not visiting her blog for so long! How're you, girl?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;... My juniors? No need to name them... Wonder if they still remember me... Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;Ok, don't know whether they'll be reading this, but, still, They're missed! Like seriously! Judging from this, bet you know that I've actually missed out on A LOT of stuffs. Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, putting that aside, again, It's a Sunday. Dad's not working on Sundays, ever since he switched jobs. But Mum has to work. Where? As usual, helping out at a stall. It's her forte, I must say. Only this time, the shop belong to my Aunt. Just like the old days.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...(Reminisce the past...)&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok, enough, Firah... Hahaha... What did I do today? Nothing much. Sundays' are usually my rest day. My time with my family. So, I basically just sit at home &amp;amp; rot. Hahaha. Well, not really rot, just slack. That's the right word. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;... I realise, when I'm at home, I eat a lot. Like seriously! Sheesh... Will put on weight, then complain that I'm fat again. Hahaha...Such a typical girl I am. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about eating, we somehow celebrated Dad's birthday. Very much in advance. &amp;amp; I really mean, IN ADVANCE! Hahaha. His birthday comes every 4 years, &amp;amp; he's like so extra happy that this year, 2008 has the 29 of February. Hahaha... Sis went to Polar, and bought Royal Chocolate Sponge Cake!&lt;br /&gt;The taste... Delightfully Awesome! Awfully Chocolatey! A picture of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R6XJOu7fUuI/AAAAAAAAATs/PvCOsm2IMyw/s1600-h/DSC00302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R6XJOu7fUuI/AAAAAAAAATs/PvCOsm2IMyw/s200/DSC00302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162753802803040994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Does this make you drool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oops! 1 slice of it has been eaten! Hahaha... Slurp...&lt;br /&gt;Besides that Mum also bought a dozen donuts from Donut Factory. Ok, I think the trend about donuts is falling. I don't know. Is it? But anyways, hasn't been eating donuts for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;So, here it is:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R6XKa-7fUvI/AAAAAAAAAT0/UqINs5cAnpg/s1600-h/DSC00303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R6XKa-7fUvI/AAAAAAAAAT0/UqINs5cAnpg/s200/DSC00303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162755112768066290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Craving for donuts, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oops! Short of 2. I ate one of them. I swear, I only ate 1! Serious! Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;So you see, I told you, I eat a lot when I'm at home. I can bet with you, my 2 best frens, Tas &amp;amp; Kai, will be going, "Eeee.....FatSo!".&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... Correct or not guys? But heck, I'm gg 2 eat them anyways. Muahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh... Forgot 2 say... Recently changed my blogskin. Waddya' think? Found it in blogskins.com. It's an old skin. But I like it. Bright. Gives me a cheery feeling... Tagboard also changed. So please, please, please keep it alive. I know, my blog's been dead. So, my board's dead, but anyways, just tag to ask me to update or something kays... My blog's dead simply because my life has been quite a daily routine. School, SA, Tutoring, &amp;amp; that's how it goes. Boring, dont you think?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how else I'm going to make my life interesting. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; dat'll be a good question to ask my readers. Give me an interesting thing or topic to talk about in my blog, besides ranting about my life. C'mon! Tag at my board! Leave your comments! Best one, will be featured inside my blog. Duh?! Hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people, help me. Give me an idea aites... I promise I'll write again soon!&lt;br /&gt;Till next time`It's Fyrah, signing off... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/7966251640310171626-7041055196930756049?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/7041055196930756049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=7041055196930756049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/7041055196930756049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/7041055196930756049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2008/02/month-of-february-arrives-i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R6XJOu7fUuI/AAAAAAAAATs/PvCOsm2IMyw/s72-c/DSC00302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-492069112941182186</id><published>2008-01-27T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T21:40:26.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time for some updates. I'm kinda bored here. Actually in class now, waiting for my turn to present. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;So, first things first, I forgot to say something about my trip to Batam.&lt;br /&gt;I kinda miss eating in that place, and what's worse, they don't have it in Singapore anymore!&lt;br /&gt;Can guess this place? A&amp;amp;W!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R5mKbe7fUoI/AAAAAAAAAS8/r3MuXUWrKL8/s1600-h/DSC00275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R5mKbe7fUoI/AAAAAAAAAS8/r3MuXUWrKL8/s200/DSC00275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159307052893295234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the mascot. aint he cute?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R5mKbu7fUpI/AAAAAAAAATE/EWBuZg_RfqQ/s1600-h/DSC00279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R5mKbu7fUpI/AAAAAAAAATE/EWBuZg_RfqQ/s200/DSC00279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159307057188262546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;waffle with ice-cream. classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R5mKbu7fUqI/AAAAAAAAATM/zM15RDMJy5M/s1600-h/DSC00278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R5mKbu7fUqI/AAAAAAAAATM/zM15RDMJy5M/s200/DSC00278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159307057188262562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the a&amp;amp;w float. nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok... So, dats about it on A&amp;amp;W. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;What's next? Ohh... I bought a new pair of sandals!! I simply love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R5mLwu7fUrI/AAAAAAAAATU/k-5p_PZ1A0s/s1600-h/DSC00288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R5mLwu7fUrI/AAAAAAAAATU/k-5p_PZ1A0s/s200/DSC00288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159308517477143218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There you go! My sandals! Guess how much it cost? A freaking 40 bucks! Hahaha... Paid Fully by yours sincerely. Yea yea, you guys must be thinking I have such long legs?? Well, YES! I do... It's a size 10, mind you! Must be the genes I inherited from my beloved father. Hahaha... Ohh, it was bought at Royal Sporting House,without any planning, which means, it was bought on the spot. &amp;amp; I have to say this, I bought it with dearest fren, Natasha! Hahaha... There was a name on the sandal - Gisele Bundchen. I swear, at that point of time, I dont know who she was, until Natasha told me. (She's always so updated about this kinds of things...Hehe.) Wanna know more about Gisele? Find out yourself! Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next update:-&lt;br /&gt;School is coming to an end in 1 week's time. After that, it would be my 10 weeks vacation! Awesome! Great! I just cant wait...&lt;br /&gt;But another thing, I am so going to miss my beloved friends in this class. Tas, Kai.,... &amp;amp; the list goes on...&lt;br /&gt;The next thing, I don't know how I'm gg to be when I'm in Year 2. Hahaha.. I realise time flies so fast... I havent had enough enjoying my year 1 days.&lt;br /&gt;The people I'll miss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R5yILO7fUsI/AAAAAAAAATc/mHIobqM3dW4/s1600-h/hkjh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R5yILO7fUsI/AAAAAAAAATc/mHIobqM3dW4/s200/hkjh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160148999627297474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tas. Fi. Ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R5yILe7fUtI/AAAAAAAAATk/ZBcND3V8BkA/s1600-h/P1153537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R5yILe7fUtI/AAAAAAAAATk/ZBcND3V8BkA/s200/P1153537.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160149003922264786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Simply W45G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've already missed a few people though. My previous class - W25N! 'Ainul, Saiful, Dee, Rous, HuiQi.,... The list goes on!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Not to forget. I'll miss you. You know who you are... Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;'Adios. Till next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*/Bagaimanakah lagi untuk aku buktikan; selamilah pada kejujuranku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*/Siapakah bakal menjadi puteri di hatimu? Kerna kau arjuna di hatiku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/7966251640310171626-492069112941182186?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/492069112941182186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=492069112941182186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/492069112941182186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/492069112941182186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2008/01/time-for-some-updates.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R5mKbe7fUoI/AAAAAAAAAS8/r3MuXUWrKL8/s72-c/DSC00275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-2016938165888456666</id><published>2008-01-13T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T21:01:11.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm finally recovering. From that stupid sickness of mine. I swear, I was suffering 4 2 days. Thursday &amp;amp; Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Felt so terrible on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;I throw up whatever I ate. &amp;amp; in the end, I didnt go for General Meeting + Tutoring. Gosh...&lt;br /&gt;Took a taxi home, which costs me like a friggin $12 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;Sad...&lt;br /&gt;Reached home, vomitted I dont know how many times. Around 6 times I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I throw up whatever I ate. Even simply drinking plain water, my stomach rejected it.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;Terrible. Really terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, purposely went to school a bit late. Reach arnd 9.20.&lt;br /&gt;Felt so lazy + sick. Didnt want to go school.&lt;br /&gt;But, was thinking about my grades. So heck...&lt;br /&gt;Just go ahead...&lt;br /&gt;After school, really didnt know where to go. He asked for a movie, but I seriously had no mood for one.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the conditions of my stomach, which felt so uncomfortable, we just slacked around.&lt;br /&gt;To me, it doesnt matter about the place (Ok, it does matter, a little), as long as I'm with my loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting that aside, went home, and my head was spinning.&lt;br /&gt;Washed up, decided to put aside my RJ, ate my medicine, and *BAM!* I was off to London. (I fell asleep, I mean).&lt;br /&gt;Till the next morning... Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was boring as usual. But I had no mood to go out either. All thanks to my sickness.&lt;br /&gt;Slacked at Gran's house.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Today, I seriously got no comment.&lt;br /&gt;Dad &amp;amp; Mum somehow got infected by me. While I think I got infected by my sis. Stomach flu, thats what they call it.&lt;br /&gt;Didnt know these things were contagious. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Well, now I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Im recovering. Thank goodness. I hate it when I throw up. Like seriously. But I think I had bland food for 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;Everything I eat, doesnt seem to taste normal. 1st, it was Tas's tapioca chips (which tasted bitter), then, it was Gran's choco muffin (which doesnt taste like choco).&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Now, Mum cooked porridge. Another bland food. I guess, thats the only food my stomach could take?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; tomorrow's back to school. My phone's been silent all day long. Great... I think my free sms just burst.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so sure either. Hahaha... I just hope, my bill this month doesnt reach almost a 100 again.&lt;br /&gt;Mum's so going to confiscate my hp then.&lt;br /&gt;Haish.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Maths UT. I didnt really study. Didnt feel like it. See how later...&lt;br /&gt;Kayy..&lt;br /&gt;Till next time people.&lt;br /&gt;`Adios.&lt;br /&gt;then&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-2016938165888456666?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/2016938165888456666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=2016938165888456666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/2016938165888456666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/2016938165888456666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-finally-recovering.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-5642662476706945155</id><published>2008-01-05T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T13:54:58.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey Hey. I'm back as promised in the previous entry. This time, to talk about..... My 1st ever trip to Batam!! I have so many words to describe this trip, but if you were to ask me to summarise it, I would say:- TOTALLY AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... No worries. I'll try not to bore you. Of course, there's pictures!! So, ready, Set, GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly,&lt;br /&gt;I woke up as early as 6 am, (FYI, even earlier than the time I wake up to go school). Hehehe... Get ready. My family packed all the stuffs, and off we go to meet my cousins, aunts/uncles at Harbourfront. Cut short the story. At arnd 8+, a few minutes before 9, we made our way to the Immigration, for Departure. It's like a mini-airport. You have to deposit your bags, yada yada... Pass thru the metal detector thingey... You know - standard procedures. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up,&lt;br /&gt;The journey on the vessel from Singapore to Batam was indescribable. We board the vessel, and took a whole lotta pictures. We sat down in the vessel, and it left at around 9:05. After a while, we decided to go to the top. This is the funny part to me. After sitting a while in the vessel, it was not easy to balance once you stood up to walk. It was like shaking left to right, and while going up the stairs, I think our legs were shaking, and we're like just waiting to fall, or something. Hahahaha... It took us quite a while to be able to balance, and taking pictures was not easy too! With the wind blowing our hair all over our faces... Here's the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R38TW8FxCFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Dz7IP8jxW3g/s1600-h/DSC01826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R38TW8FxCFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Dz7IP8jxW3g/s200/DSC01826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151857783543498834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in the vessel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R38TXMFxCGI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/bmwX1FqvsFA/s1600-h/DSC01835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R38TXMFxCGI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/bmwX1FqvsFA/s200/DSC01835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151857787838466146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just look at the hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R38TXcFxCHI/AAAAAAAAARE/PcJLjIYpCao/s1600-h/DSC01852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R38TXcFxCHI/AAAAAAAAARE/PcJLjIYpCao/s200/DSC01852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151857792133433458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i feel the wind on my face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R38TXcFxCII/AAAAAAAAARM/XvCmj2fbAyU/s1600-h/DSC01856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R38TXcFxCII/AAAAAAAAARM/XvCmj2fbAyU/s200/DSC01856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151857792133433474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me &amp;amp; my cuzzies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R38TXsFxCJI/AAAAAAAAARU/XESjerFHw1Q/s1600-h/DSC01864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R38TXsFxCJI/AAAAAAAAARU/XESjerFHw1Q/s200/DSC01864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151857796428400786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I told you the strong wind was kinda irritating. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear the wind was very strong. Despite that, the view of the sea, it was great... Seriously... &amp;amp;, it took us around 1 hr++ to reach Batam. Once we're there, we "checked out" as usual, and off we go, walking around. I went to have my hair cut at Johnny Andrean. I heard, it was the famous salon there at Batam. &amp;amp; I felt rich for 1 day. I was given 50 Sing dollars (if u were to count it in Singapore currency), but well, ok, actually, I was given 300 000 Rupiah. Tell me, people, what can you get with 50 Sing dollars, and what can you get with 300 000 Rp. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Cut my hair for 35 000 Rp. Oh, sorry, not just cut, but wash &amp;amp; blow too! 35 000 Rp, if converted to Sing dollars, its only around 5 bucks + i guess. Cheap Cheap... Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I cut my hair, we went to eat. Just to fill our stomach a little, before more shopping was done. Hahaha... Food, was quite ok. It was like a Swensens at Batam. More pictures?? Here you go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R38WysFxCKI/AAAAAAAAARc/iOxlWRvv00A/s1600-h/DSC01866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R38WysFxCKI/AAAAAAAAARc/iOxlWRvv00A/s200/DSC01866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151861558819752098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that's my new hairdo. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R38Wy8FxCLI/AAAAAAAAARk/azHYy9PQZ64/s1600-h/DSC01868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R38Wy8FxCLI/AAAAAAAAARk/azHYy9PQZ64/s200/DSC01868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151861563114719410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my sis with the Vanilla Crunch drink. It was nice...&amp;amp; white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R38WzMFxCMI/AAAAAAAAARs/x03Mbubsy30/s1600-h/DSC01871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R38WzMFxCMI/AAAAAAAAARs/x03Mbubsy30/s200/DSC01871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151861567409686722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy happy eating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R38WzcFxCNI/AAAAAAAAAR0/JpP5DWnM0Ws/s1600-h/DSC01870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R38WzcFxCNI/AAAAAAAAAR0/JpP5DWnM0Ws/s200/DSC01870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151861571704654034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a few of the adults. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There you go... After eating, our parents all went separate ways. While me, my sisters and my cousin, went shopping! Hahaha... It was really nice... I felt like spending almost everything there. After all, when you convert it to Sing dollars, it is cheap... Hahaha... Shop, Shop, Shop, in a place like Metro, we bought 7 pieces of clothes, which cost us around 110 bucks. U see..? Metro, 7 pieces, 110 Sing dollars... Almost impossible..?? Hahaha... I got 1 pants, and arnd 2 shirts. Hehehe... =) Just simply great... I dont know how else to describe my experience there. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back, it was packed. Like, seriously packed. All of us were seriously tired. But we never leave without taking more &amp;amp; more pictures!! Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R38aZMFxCOI/AAAAAAAAAR8/-BB3kJS7liY/s1600-h/DSC01902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R38aZMFxCOI/AAAAAAAAAR8/-BB3kJS7liY/s200/DSC01902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151865518779599074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R38aZMFxCPI/AAAAAAAAASE/1S33GbBi7OA/s1600-h/DSC01904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R38aZMFxCPI/AAAAAAAAASE/1S33GbBi7OA/s200/DSC01904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151865518779599090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R38aZcFxCQI/AAAAAAAAASM/WxZBl_AO2K4/s1600-h/DSC01908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R38aZcFxCQI/AAAAAAAAASM/WxZBl_AO2K4/s200/DSC01908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151865523074566402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R38aZcFxCRI/AAAAAAAAASU/eh8jdgWRWM8/s1600-h/DSC01913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R38aZcFxCRI/AAAAAAAAASU/eh8jdgWRWM8/s200/DSC01913.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151865523074566418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R38aZsFxCSI/AAAAAAAAASc/vgz5BrIscU4/s1600-h/DSC01915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R38aZsFxCSI/AAAAAAAAASc/vgz5BrIscU4/s200/DSC01915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151865527369533730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, even though we're tired, we still manage to put a smile on our faces. Lets just say, we simply loove taking pictures! Hahaha... Ohh, and also to kill boredom on the way back. Hahaha... A really really nice experience, I must say. Make you feel as if you're rich on 1 day. &amp;amp; make you shop like mad! Hahaha... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the right company, you'll really really really enjoy your day! Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Kayy...&lt;br /&gt;Till next time people.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed reading.&lt;br /&gt;Adios`.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-5642662476706945155?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/5642662476706945155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=5642662476706945155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/5642662476706945155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/5642662476706945155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2008/01/hey-hey.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R38TW8FxCFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Dz7IP8jxW3g/s72-c/DSC01826.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-6609563253760067683</id><published>2008-01-03T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T12:21:39.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR 2008!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... Again, my wishes always come a bit late... Hahaha... But I hope, its ok. Just been feeling very lazy to update. There is seriously a lot of things I should update about. Well, I'm just lazy and I dont know where to start! Hahaha... Hmm... Ok, why not, start on what I did before the New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first,&lt;br /&gt;I went to Stephen's chalet. My good friend, Stephen. Alone? No. With beloved Kai. Hahaha... Just wished Tas could come too lah, but nevermind. Overall, it was simply great. Ate, Ate, Ate a lot. Goshh... Food was nice too. Talked, Chat, Joked with the rest of W45G peeps who were there - Aiman + his girlfriend, Heire, Abd, Kai, &amp;amp; Me. Surprised? Yes, it was this few. Hahaha... Had quite a good laugh. Oh &amp;amp;, I met 1 new person. Stephen's Cousin, Derek. Hahaha... I think he'll grow up to be a good-looking, smart guy. Hehe... I also did something stupid lah. Quite a big mistake, to me. &amp;amp; I'm So Sorry... Anyways, I shall let the pictures do the talking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R3xOp8FxB2I/AAAAAAAAAO8/1QGsYNlmDXE/s1600-h/DSC01760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R3xOp8FxB2I/AAAAAAAAAO8/1QGsYNlmDXE/s200/DSC01760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151078556216919906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kai . Fira . Stephie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R3xOq8FxB3I/AAAAAAAAAPE/R1MSq0gxk-E/s1600-h/DSC01773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R3xOq8FxB3I/AAAAAAAAAPE/R1MSq0gxk-E/s200/DSC01773.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151078573396789106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WATTHEHELL? (Snapshot.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R3xOscFxB4I/AAAAAAAAAPM/8z9mpjvjAiI/s1600-h/DSC01775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R3xOscFxB4I/AAAAAAAAAPM/8z9mpjvjAiI/s200/DSC01775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151078599166592898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heire &amp;amp; Maizura. BBQ-ing the food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R3xOssFxB5I/AAAAAAAAAPU/0RNlv_yEbTQ/s1600-h/DSC01776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R3xOssFxB5I/AAAAAAAAAPU/0RNlv_yEbTQ/s200/DSC01776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151078603461560210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kai. Heire. (Heire couldnt stop eating!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R3xOu8FxB6I/AAAAAAAAAPc/K7p6bqIuPjI/s1600-h/DSC01778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R3xOu8FxB6I/AAAAAAAAAPc/K7p6bqIuPjI/s200/DSC01778.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151078642116265890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;W45G peeps. (See. I told you, Heire couldnt stop eating)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R3xPnMFxB7I/AAAAAAAAAPk/aOErVMstMCk/s1600-h/DSC01780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R3xPnMFxB7I/AAAAAAAAAPk/aOErVMstMCk/s200/DSC01780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151079608483907506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fira. Derek. Kai (Ain't he kinda.....Hot? Hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So, those are the pictures for the 1st event. Stephen's chalet. Oh yeah, Thanks Stephie!! =) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up,&lt;br /&gt;Shopping (Or rather, retail therapy) With darlings Kai &amp;amp; Tas. Haiz... I have to say, we were quite fickle-minded about certain things. Hahaha... Esp. Tas. First, she wants to buy, then within 5 min, she dont want to buy. I dont know what she was thinking... But actually, thats what makes it fun arh... Went to survey the things Tas want to buy for her aunt. Hahaha... We had quite a lot of laughters here. Becoz' the clothes gt a lot of criteria one. Hahaha... In the end, I bought 2 shirts. Cheap Cheap. Haha... Overall, just 1 word to describe that day - FUN! Hahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;Allow the pictures to do the talking again, please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R3xZT8FxB8I/AAAAAAAAAPs/SItJDi9PCJY/s1600-h/DSC01794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R3xZT8FxB8I/AAAAAAAAAPs/SItJDi9PCJY/s200/DSC01794.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151090272887703490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kai. Tas. Under the dim blue light. Cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R3xZT8FxB9I/AAAAAAAAAP0/WoOMTOgJ8Qo/s1600-h/DSC01801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R3xZT8FxB9I/AAAAAAAAAP0/WoOMTOgJ8Qo/s200/DSC01801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151090272887703506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's me. With a kaypo's hand on top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R3xZUMFxB-I/AAAAAAAAAP8/0Mysv5Gc-MU/s1600-h/DSC01805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R3xZUMFxB-I/AAAAAAAAAP8/0Mysv5Gc-MU/s200/DSC01805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151090277182670818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3 of us. Oops, I'm talking on the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R3xZUcFxB_I/AAAAAAAAAQE/6TzwcTpl1uw/s1600-h/DSC01806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R3xZUcFxB_I/AAAAAAAAAQE/6TzwcTpl1uw/s200/DSC01806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151090281477638130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There you go. Me, engrossed in talking on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After this, they left. &amp;amp; I make my way to City Hall. To meet another darling of mine. Hahaha. &amp;amp; that will be another story. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh... There's another story that I must update. But time constraint. Basically, its about my 1st trip to Batam! It was Awesome! Seriously. Will update about it soon aites... =)&lt;br /&gt;Till next time, people.&lt;br /&gt;Adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;`face the past without regrets; handle the present with confidence; &amp;amp; prepare for the future without fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/7966251640310171626-6609563253760067683?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/6609563253760067683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=6609563253760067683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/6609563253760067683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/6609563253760067683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year-2008-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R3xOp8FxB2I/AAAAAAAAAO8/1QGsYNlmDXE/s72-c/DSC01760.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-1072050057224882516</id><published>2007-12-21T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T23:14:49.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;SALAM AIDILADHA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's to wish all Muslims &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Haji!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ok, might be a bit too late, but anyways, yea... There you go! What did I do on that Thursday? Hahahaha.... Here comes my story...&lt;br /&gt;As usual, like a routine every year, we would go to where granny is, just for a gathering. Had so much fun lah! Played Taboo with my cousins, aunts &amp;amp; uncles. Hahaha... So much laughter going on around us. Been quite some time ever since I laughed that much. &amp;amp; been quite some time ever since I hang out with my cousins like that. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; after that, went home awhile, and then off to Causeway Point with my family. Did a bit of shopping for Dad, and then went home. Awesome day! Manage to get my mind off things for a while. No wonder they say Blood is thicker than water. I know I can always rely on my cousins for a great time! &amp;amp; hey, we do share secrets too, okay! Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; That is for Thursday. Another update...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;OPEN HOUSE IS OFFICIALLY OVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, again. It might be too late to talk about this. But still, I feel so relieved that it's over. All the work and effort that has been put in just for 3 days of Open House, has finally been paid off. Some things were screwed, but well, some things just went well. It was a great experience being the Assisstant in Charge. Working with Diniy &amp;amp; Jelisa... Stuffs like dat... Really nice experience. OMG! You will never know how tired I was. My whole body was aching, but again, I feel satisfied... Phew~ Everyone deserves a pat on the back. Good Job! Thanks! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, that's to cut the story short about open house. What else can i update about? Oh, yes yes... Why am I updating only now? My dear friend, Kai, asked me to update my blog. &amp;amp; I happen to not do anything, so, why not, just update. Hehehe... So, Kai, heres for you okayy! Better tag my board! Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Since I got nothing more to talk about, let me ask. Under what circumstances do you give up? I mean, give up in any aspects lah. For me, Im the sort of person who dont give up easily. Unless, it is really too tough for me, then I will give up. So, just want to know. How about the rest of you? Keep my tagboard alive aites... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time peeps~ Adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-1072050057224882516?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/1072050057224882516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=1072050057224882516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/1072050057224882516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/1072050057224882516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2007/12/salam-aidiladha-thats-to-wish-all.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-6023435430181473420</id><published>2007-12-02T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T21:46:11.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.quote from Boya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wow Wow Wee Waa!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.unquote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... Why that phrase?! It's been a seriously long time ever since I've updated this blog of mine! &amp;amp; even I am getting tired of it. So sorry, coz there is hardly anything interesting going on in my life now, besides meetings &amp;amp; workshops to attend to since RP Open House is coming soon. Hahaha... Boring life, I know! But, it still feels great coz at least, I am among my beloved friends in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Finally, away from school for a moment, I went out with my sec sch friend, Herianti, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(or rather, Junior. Hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;, for some retail therapy! Awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R1KDQdgY4XI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Qlbsf--P8ZY/s1600-R/DSC00230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R1KDQdgY4XI/AAAAAAAAAOk/5E9ZjgOsi5E/s200/DSC00230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139314443604779378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah! That's her. Surprisingly, she has grown! &amp;amp; now she's a little taller than me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Gawd, I feel so short. Havent been growing, I guess. Hahaha.)&lt;/span&gt; Coincidentally, yesterday, both of us were wearing dresses which are brown &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(hers with a bit of yellow)&lt;/span&gt;, our necklaces are both heart shapes, and our shoes are both black pump shoes. Hahahaha... &amp;amp; this is purely coincidental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was labeled the late queen, by her, coz for the past few days when we meet up, I'm always late and she has to wait for me. So, yeah, that's how I got the label. Hahaha... &amp;amp; then, we went straight to Peninsula Shopping Centre to get skinny jeans. I've been longing for another 1, so yeah... Mum surprisingly gave me 30 bucks, and Dad added another 10 bucks. Hahaha. So, I had enough money to spend for myself. I bought a brownish black kinda colour. &amp;amp; she decided to buy 1 too. Hahaha... Funny experience while we were there. For a moment, we felt like tourists. Hahaha... Paiseh. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then, after that, we went for lunch at Taco Bell. I guess that's like the only remaining outlet at Funan IT Mall. I feel so stupid lah. I never ate Taco Bell before and was taught how to, which really makes me feel stupid. But it's ok, coz being stupid once in a while adds some laughter. Hahaha... &amp;amp; then, we proceeded to Marina Square. The materialistic me began to show up. Went to TopShop, Dorothy Perkins, Mango, Esprit, to find a top to go with my skinny jeans. Hahaha... But in the end, we found it at John Little. So, you see, doesn't mean all the popular shops are able to give you what you want. Hahaha... Bought something like a dress there which cost me 26 bucks, and then, we went crazy over necklaces at Diva. We were like damn fickle-minded there lah... We simply cant choose which one to buy among a few choices. Hahaha... But in the end, she bought another heart-shaped necklace and I bought a simple flower necklace. Simply elegance. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then, with nowhere else to go, we slacked &amp;amp; chill around. Where? My favourite place! Marina Bayfront! Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R1KzL9gY4YI/AAAAAAAAAOs/UgfskGawJlo/s1600-R/DSC00235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R1KzL9gY4YI/AAAAAAAAAOs/BYDP2Wjk2Sk/s200/DSC00235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139367142853501314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.... The night view. Even though it's just Singapore, I just kinda like it. With the sea breeze and all. Cool~ We had quite a lot of fun arh. I shared my stories, she shared hers. &amp;amp; I think I had quite a lot of fun arh. Making a decision with a coin. Heads? Or Tails? Who is head? Who is Tail? Probability? Yada yada yada... Hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Herianti, who are you going for, I wonder? Follow the coin? Or the opposite? Hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then, suddenly we feel like eating Cotton Candy. So, we bought them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R1K0ItgY4ZI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WOZixJSbcp8/s1600-R/DSC00228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R1K0ItgY4ZI/AAAAAAAAAO0/6FTqT39VhYk/s200/DSC00228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139368186530554258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quite some time ever since I ate this. Sweet~ Hahaha... So we stuffed ourselves with cotton candy. &amp;amp; then, it was time to go. We decided to take a bus, since there's 106. Whoa... The journey is damn long. I fell asleep for around 15 min there, &amp;amp; I still havent reach Bt. Batok Interchange. &amp;amp; it was freakin' cold lah in the bus! Hahahaha... Lesson learnt.&lt;br /&gt;Reached home around 9+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; guess what, I am seriously broke now. I think I spent around 61 bucks in total, and I'm left with 5 bucks in my wallet now. Hahaha... Mum didnt scold me either. I gave her a reason, saying that it's just once in a while that I spend this much. Hahaha, &amp;amp; she said OK. I guess that's about it. Those are just a bit of updates about me. I can't wait for 3 weeks vacation. Patience is a virtue. Hehehe... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time `Adios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S/ You'll be able to see a clearer view of things once you're eyes are being washed by your tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-6023435430181473420?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/6023435430181473420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=6023435430181473420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/6023435430181473420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/6023435430181473420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/R1KDQdgY4XI/AAAAAAAAAOk/5E9ZjgOsi5E/s72-c/DSC00230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-7615758671169033201</id><published>2007-11-14T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T21:17:20.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was watching this show on Suria on a weekend one day and I actually got to know some facts about ladies &amp;amp; men. Hahaha... I thot it was a typical boring dialogue session between some artistes, but I didnt know I actually gained some knowledge frm it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this guy who said that a man's brain can only fit 2000-4000 words per day, but a women's brain can fit at least 6000-8000 words per day. Hehehe... I dont know if there are any scientific reasons 4 dat... But, its just some fun facts that I got to know. Besides that, they also said that more than 50% of men acually prioritise career while more than 50% of women actually prioritise family... Hehehe... Very fun to get to know these facts. &amp;amp; this allow me to think.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is why people always relate women to the kitchen, where they do the housework, and they relate men to be the sole breadwinner of the family. Hahaha... &amp;amp; I believe, this mindset of people will hardly change. It also led me to think, is it possible for a woman to have a successful career without starting a family? &amp;amp; is it possible for a man to have a successful career without having a family? What do you people think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know. DPDP. Different people, different perspectives. I havent experienced any of this (duh?!) &amp;amp; neither have I heard of some. But from what I see in most dramas, the women will never feel complete even if they have a successful career coz they do not have a family or a husband for that matter to share their success with them. &amp;amp; 4 d 2nd qn, many people might have heard this saying, "Behind a man's success, is a woman." I dont know how true is that either, but from what I think, it might be possible for a man to only have a successful career. Hahaha... &amp;amp; this points are made on a neutral basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... &amp;amp; I suddenly feel so stressed. By my nature, Im the sort of person who cares for my frens. But if my frens dont appreciate my care &amp;amp; concern for them, then forget it. I will really feel like giving up on that person, but it's not me to give up easily on someone. So, I will end up, trying again and again. Argh~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oraits... I havent done my rj... So, Im gg 2 do it now. Till next time `Adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-7615758671169033201?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/7615758671169033201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=7615758671169033201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/7615758671169033201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/7615758671169033201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-was-watching-this-show-on-suria-on.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-6446393684786697210</id><published>2007-11-09T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T20:16:11.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Updates! Updates! Haha... 1 week vacation is coming to an end. Sadly... I just wished it would be longer. &amp;amp; then, I realise Time flies so fast. I feel like it was just last week that I got into RP, still trying to adjust myself in a new environment. But Hey! I was so wrong! I'm already at the 2nd sem, my first year in RP is coming to an end before I knew it. Well, I am adjusting in a new environment, a new class that is. Had a hella a time too... Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In anyways, holidays has been quite an advantage to me. On Monday, went window shopping with Natasha. Oh wells, that explains the updated wishlist of mine. Bought a shoe cost me &lt; $20. Hahaha... OMG! I realise, I want/need a lot a lot of things... Only that I'm cash-strapped. Well, putting that aside, also went for Esplanade Tour with fellow SAs. Awesome! I knew there's more to it than just the exterior... Oh wells, let the pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RzRIZ1-UC-I/AAAAAAAAANs/VS0H-FAvgSo/s1600-h/DSC00191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RzRIZ1-UC-I/AAAAAAAAANs/VS0H-FAvgSo/s200/DSC00191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130805484304206818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inside the theater. did u see that small gap in the middle? it can be another platform for the stage or simply more chairs in front. cool, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RzRIZ1-UC_I/AAAAAAAAAN0/pyEjIrmGJ4I/s1600-h/DSC00192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RzRIZ1-UC_I/AAAAAAAAAN0/pyEjIrmGJ4I/s200/DSC00192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130805484304206834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as u can see from the picture, we are the the uppermost level of the theater. only 40 m away from the stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RzRIZ1-UDAI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QUTCJFTjiME/s1600-h/DSC00193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RzRIZ1-UDAI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QUTCJFTjiME/s200/DSC00193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130805484304206850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as said earlier, the view from the top! awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;amp; another thing, at the theater, wherever u sit, u will still be able to see the stage. That's why some tickets cost higher than the other. It was really great lahh... Went to so many places in the esplanade. &amp;amp; had a view of the Fullerton Hotel from afar... Goshh... Not that Im amazed by Fullerton Hotel... Remembered a fren whose working there. Hahaha... My mind wandered off for a while. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, putting esplanade tour aside, I was cleaning my drawer, the one with my sec sch books the other day, and I still had time to reminisce the past. Hahaha... Well, that's coz I found a few things worth remembering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RzRMQF-UDBI/AAAAAAAAAOE/_mJcaNoer8w/s1600-h/DSC00189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RzRMQF-UDBI/AAAAAAAAAOE/_mJcaNoer8w/s200/DSC00189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130809714846993426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The neo-print box where I keep all my neo-prints taken with my frens. I miss my frens, and I miss taking neo-prints...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RzRMQl-UDCI/AAAAAAAAAOM/qED5Su3wK_w/s1600-h/DSC00187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RzRMQl-UDCI/AAAAAAAAAOM/qED5Su3wK_w/s200/DSC00187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130809723436928034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This book... Whoa... If it's lost, Im so gg 2 cry. Contains a lot of secrets with my darling Hazwani. I miss her too! &amp;amp; i miss reading her stories...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RzRMQl-UDDI/AAAAAAAAAOU/3MukxujN9Ds/s1600-h/DSC00190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RzRMQl-UDDI/AAAAAAAAAOU/3MukxujN9Ds/s200/DSC00190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130809723436928050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never never never leave home for school without this. The nametag. Its part of the school uniform. I had another version. Where the name is in gold. Honoured to have the name in gold with the badge. Right, Zul? Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RzRMQl-UDEI/AAAAAAAAAOc/FFtM2VRSYmE/s1600-h/DSC00186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RzRMQl-UDEI/AAAAAAAAAOc/FFtM2VRSYmE/s200/DSC00186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130809723436928066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another thing that is like a must-have for me in my school bag. My school tie. I remembered becoming a fully-pledged BPian when I am in Sec 1. Felt so honoured and great when I received this tie. I never regret becoming a BPian. &amp;amp; now, I'm a proud EX-BPian. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The feeling was hard to describe when I saw these things. While some are not so sentimental when they see these things, I do... Yeap... Treasure these things a lot... &amp;amp; now, I'm a little prepared to go back to RP. Continue solving problem statements. Hahaha... &amp;amp; well, enjoy myself!&lt;br /&gt;Mum's at the same time nagging. So, better go off soon! Till next time `Adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;P.S/ I just dont love you no more.&lt;/span&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/7966251640310171626-6446393684786697210?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/6446393684786697210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=6446393684786697210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/6446393684786697210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/6446393684786697210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2007/11/updates-updates-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RzRIZ1-UC-I/AAAAAAAAANs/VS0H-FAvgSo/s72-c/DSC00191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-3566058271367322881</id><published>2007-11-03T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T18:10:51.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I read a friend's blog, and he has reached 200 posts, while I havent even reach the 100th posts. Hahaha... So, Zulhafiz, Congrats! I'm wondering what my 100th posts will be about. Hehehe... For now, my life has been ok. Reflecting back, I miss the environment I had in last sem. There was always comfort there. I can really be myself there, &amp;amp; there never fail to be laughters each and everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, it seems to be that some of us are all for competition. Wanting that A like as if it's a million buckeroos. Well, some may know who I'm referring to. &amp;amp; sometimes, I just feel like smacking his face and say, "Shut the hell up! Give other people a chance to talk!" This person, acts as if he knows everything, and I really mean everything. I dont know why, but everytime during discussions, he likes to go very deep inside. He always come up with things which everyone don't understand. &amp;amp; even if they do, they must be thinking, "What has this got to do with the problem statement?" Well, putting that aside, he just simply love to compare his grades with others. Always finding out how many As this person has, and even if people doesnt ask him, he will still brag about his As. Like, WHATTHEHELL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Ok, I know, all of us should be like him, competing for As. Not that we aren't. We also want that As, but all of us should be working together for that A. He never gave a chance to the people in his team. Each and every question anyone ask, he has the answer, &amp;amp; he will stop only when told to do so, or when he misunderstood the question. He seldom accepts new ideas. He seldom listen to what other people have to say. He thinks he's right all the time. He wants the presentation to have some uniqueness in it. Ok, I am fine with that. But not to the extent that everyone dont understand! I feel like smacking him right in the face for the second time and telling him, "Hello! You're not the only one whose smart here!" or maybe, "Hey! Dont try to do anything which you know, only You will understand!" Will that wake him up? Gawd... Im so angry over this... Haiz... Didn't know competing would mean so much to one person. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter side, I had my fair share of fun, on the last week before 1 week of vacation started. I skipped class on Tuesday. Hehehe... Skipped with Natasha, went to Vivo, then to Marina Square and, Esplanade Library, and then, ISLAND CREAMERY! Awesome!! Lets skip the rest and go straight to Island Creamery shall we? Aiman &amp;amp; his gf met me and Natasha at Esplanade Library, before we head off to Island Creamery. Heire &amp;amp; Boya also decided to join us. So, they left after they presented their slides in school. Met them at Island Creamery &amp;amp; we had so much fun and laughter! Ordered 3 tubs of ice-cream, Horlicks, Reverso and Apple Pie. Hahaha... Boya said there was like gas when he ate the apple pie and all of us were like, "Huh?!" &amp;amp; then laughed at him. But it turned out to be true, and then, Aiman was the one who couldnt taste the fizzy-like feeling when he ate the ice-cream. Hahahaha... OMG! So many things happen, I couldnt possibly share them all! Even when I'm typing this, Im smiling at the laptop reminiscing those times! I guess, in short, we just LOVE Island Creamery! Or maybe, just ME? Hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was simply Awesome!! &amp;amp; on Thursday, doing VB was fun too. Had TianMing and Halim in my team. Such smart alecks... If in W25N, I find myself cracking my brains just for the codes, this time, I dont have to! Hahaha... I smacked TianMing's face, coz he was noisy, only to get him to just grabbed my hand until it hurts. Hahaha... However we still manage to solve the first part of the code. Just loove that success feeling. &amp;amp; then, this Halim, who first decided not to come, in the end came to class, and honestly did most of the codes, his own way! TianMing &amp;amp; me were so lost, at first, or rather, only Me, again... But we still managed to do most of the codes. I was just wondering, what brain does this kid have. Have to admit, its nice having Halim around for maths. Be it VB or mathematics, hes just soo smart... Hehehe... The fun part has always been working with these 2. Had them for cognitive before and it was the same. Totally! Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; lastly, on Friday, played some stupid games with Annie, since she was in the same team with me. We were like really nonsensical. We just couldn't find anything to do, so, we decided 2 entertain the team. She was playing some irritating music on her laptop and I was just giving her that I-dont-like-it kind of face. Hahaha... &amp;amp; then, we played scissors paper stone. Lame, I know. But want to see the effect of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RyxD4vrvdpI/AAAAAAAAANc/MteeoSrX45A/s1600-h/DSC00169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RyxD4vrvdpI/AAAAAAAAANc/MteeoSrX45A/s200/DSC00169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128548717819819666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RyxD7PrvdqI/AAAAAAAAANk/BKnwD4bT97M/s1600-h/DSC00170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RyxD7PrvdqI/AAAAAAAAANk/BKnwD4bT97M/s200/DSC00170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128548760769492642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hahaha... Red hands, &amp;amp; let me tell you. It does hurt! Hahaha... The 2nd pic was when me &amp;amp; Kai were playing. May not be able to see the effect on my hand, but oh wells, just to tell you, it hurts. Hahaha... But I had fun, it was like a form of entertainment. Hahahaha... &amp;amp; this entry is looong... Vacation is here, even though its only for like a week. Will go to Esplanade with fellow SAs on Wednesday. Not for fun. Let me tell you 1st. It's not for fun. Let's just say, its our preparation for the Open House in December later. Hope to have fun during that day. Get my mind off things for a while. &amp;amp; I think I seriously need to go for retail therapy! Anyone want to sponsor me? Hahaha... Natasha needs one too. Shes been telling me that a few times... Hahaha... But, sadly, we are short of money. It's ok, Natasha! We'll still go retail therapy-ing one day! &amp;amp; I tell you, its soon! Hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh &amp;amp; suddenly I miss cycling at East Coast Park.  Miss the times I had with a few people there. Cousins, family, friends... I believe its at this point of time, that I really need to spend quality time with my beloved friends. I miss them loads, &amp;amp; I know you have heard this before in my previous previous entries, but I miss the times I had with Nadiah, 'Ainul, &amp;amp; Saiful. That is my poly frens, and my sec school friends too, Zulhafiz, Fizah, Hazwani... Feel like going East Coast Park to cycle. Hmm, nevermind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is super loong... Hehehe... Those who are like willing to read it, well, thank you.Those who arent, its ok... Hahaha... I know some may find my life boring. I do too, sometimes. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;So, Till next Time `Adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S/ in another life, in another place, i'd have held you close. in another world, in another time, you'd be mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-3566058271367322881?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/3566058271367322881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=3566058271367322881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/3566058271367322881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/3566058271367322881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-read-friends-blog-and-he-has-reached.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RyxD4vrvdpI/AAAAAAAAANc/MteeoSrX45A/s72-c/DSC00169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-4306331801393061976</id><published>2007-10-29T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T16:24:49.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, I am seriously bored in class. Listening to team presentation. Hmm... Can I multi-task? It's for me to know, for you to find out. Hahaha... So, what else am I doing besides blogging &amp;amp; listening to team presentation? Play online games. Here, let me recommend you some. &amp;amp; This is purely for entertainment purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the links:-&lt;br /&gt;1) http://www.armorgames.com/games/darkcut2_game.html&lt;br /&gt;2) http://www.addictinggames.com/theimpossiblequiz.html?r=user_posted_link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first game is sadistic. A little yeah... Where you act like one of those surgeons and treat a wounded person.  The animation don't look gross, but when you come to think of it, it does. Hahaha... (Reminds me of CSI somehow)&lt;br /&gt;The second one is kinda lame. I had so much laughter playing it. But wells, like I said, its purely for entertainment purposes. When you're bored, play this. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; since we're on the topic of games, I just got to know that my dear good friend in class, plays such girly games. Who is she?&lt;br /&gt;KAI plays girly games!!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... I recommended to her the sadistic game, but she ended up playing makeover games instead. Like, RITES... I so didn't expect her to play those games. Hahaha... There's nothing wrong in it lahh... DUH?! I'm just a bit shocked. &amp;amp; Kai, I thought that was your joke of the century. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Enterprise is OK today. Really Appreciate to have Aiman around. One smart ass... Hahaha... &amp;amp; today, we somehow "bullied" Tas, about her and her new BFF. BFF can mean 2 things u noe. Go figure... Hahaha... Anyways, a few people are sick 2day. Halim, Stephen, Kai, and I think Annie too. Haiz... People, take care of yourself lah! Dont spread the germs around the class. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; lesson finally ended. 4 more days to my vacation! Awesome! &amp;amp; I dont know what else to say. Till next time`Adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-4306331801393061976?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/4306331801393061976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=4306331801393061976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/4306331801393061976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/4306331801393061976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2007/10/ok-i-am-seriously-bored-in-class.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-4959962727509627261</id><published>2007-10-26T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T00:07:56.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Being the random ME...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;HISTORY JUST REPEATED ITSELF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-4959962727509627261?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/4959962727509627261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=4959962727509627261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/4959962727509627261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/4959962727509627261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2007/10/being-random-me.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-6314196440006954456</id><published>2007-10-25T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T16:44:28.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEWARE! THIS ENTRY IS GOING TO BE FULL OF PICTURES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hahahaha... That's my warning to you. Well, just the outline of what this entry is going to be . It's going to be about my 1st day of Hari Raya, then, my school life thus far... So, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 1st day of Hari Raya was normal. I slept late the day b4, and woke up a little late. My mum woke me up a 730 but it was my sis who woke up. Haha... I guess I woke up half an hour later. Sheesh... It was just like any other Hari Raya. Celebrating it with my cousins. I think I said tis before. 3 cars 2 vans, yada yada... More than 10 houses. A lot of pictures were taken &amp;amp; I'll let the pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RyBJ9frvdWI/AAAAAAAAALE/DJv2Atojc6E/s1600-h/DSC01467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RyBJ9frvdWI/AAAAAAAAALE/DJv2Atojc6E/s200/DSC01467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125177696773436770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the standard pictures. (my family &amp;amp; granny)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RyBJ9_rvdXI/AAAAAAAAALM/U5xFSNBAIRs/s1600-h/DSC01456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RyBJ9_rvdXI/AAAAAAAAALM/U5xFSNBAIRs/s200/DSC01456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125177705363371378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another standard picture taken every yr. Hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RyBJ_vrvdYI/AAAAAAAAALU/dByRGVZnUk4/s1600-h/DSC01498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RyBJ_vrvdYI/AAAAAAAAALU/dByRGVZnUk4/s200/DSC01498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125177735428142466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;potential models? Loove this pic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RyBKAPrvdZI/AAAAAAAAALc/kd5lP5vaBm4/s1600-h/DSC01504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RyBKAPrvdZI/AAAAAAAAALc/kd5lP5vaBm4/s200/DSC01504.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125177744018077074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the crazy cuzzins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RyBLxPrvdaI/AAAAAAAAALk/svorkevvT1s/s1600-h/DSC01507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RyBLxPrvdaI/AAAAAAAAALk/svorkevvT1s/s200/DSC01507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125179685343294882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the love for a cuzzin! Hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RyBLyPrvdbI/AAAAAAAAALs/ivE7ET-gxt8/s1600-h/DSC05668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RyBLyPrvdbI/AAAAAAAAALs/ivE7ET-gxt8/s200/DSC05668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125179702523164082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the formalities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RyBMtPrvdeI/AAAAAAAAAME/CMEKrzfAktc/s1600-h/DSC01493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RyBMtPrvdeI/AAAAAAAAAME/CMEKrzfAktc/s200/DSC01493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125180716135445986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hah! Caught on camera! &amp;amp; we're hooked on the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RyBMr_rvdcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ix6ytutg2AU/s1600-h/DSC00101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RyBMr_rvdcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ix6ytutg2AU/s200/DSC00101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125180694660609474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me on 2nd day of Hari raya. Off 2 Johore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RyBMsvrvddI/AAAAAAAAAL8/nW0B30bjOx0/s1600-h/DSC01525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RyBMsvrvddI/AAAAAAAAAL8/nW0B30bjOx0/s200/DSC01525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125180707545511378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mum &amp;amp; aunt. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okayy.. I guess, dats abt it for Hari Raya. I dont know whether my family is done with the visiting. My friends &amp;amp; I dont even know whether we'll be going out for Hari Raya visits. Hahaha. I guess, this is what happens when you're somehow hooked onto school. You can really be bothered abt other stuffs. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,now, onto the topic of school. As said in an earlier posts, went to Swensens to celebrate Heire's birthday and the belated of Abd's birthday. Wells, photo time! Let them do the talking! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RyBOLvrvdfI/AAAAAAAAAMM/DQQfcvhBB04/s1600-h/DSC00107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RyBOLvrvdfI/AAAAAAAAAMM/DQQfcvhBB04/s200/DSC00107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125182339633083890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heire. The birthday boy. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RyBOL_rvdgI/AAAAAAAAAMU/nhd_ts40Gzs/s1600-h/DSC00108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RyBOL_rvdgI/AAAAAAAAAMU/nhd_ts40Gzs/s200/DSC00108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125182343928051202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is their birthday cake at Swensens. Cookies &amp;amp; Cream. Yummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RyBOMPrvdhI/AAAAAAAAAMc/C5DAHhUb4oA/s1600-h/DSC00110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RyBOMPrvdhI/AAAAAAAAAMc/C5DAHhUb4oA/s200/DSC00110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125182348223018514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with his 5-min girlfren. Hahaha. Or rather 3 min?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RyBOMvrvdiI/AAAAAAAAAMk/67Sqqck2i0U/s1600-h/DSC00113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RyBOMvrvdiI/AAAAAAAAAMk/67Sqqck2i0U/s200/DSC00113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125182356812953122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zombie look-alike??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;amp; for your info, this class has quite a number of october babies. So, the following week, we celebrated Kai's &amp;amp; Weisi's birthday. Guess what we got them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RyBPivrvdjI/AAAAAAAAAMs/rT2KE4peVfk/s1600-h/DSC00114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RyBPivrvdjI/AAAAAAAAAMs/rT2KE4peVfk/s200/DSC00114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125183834281702962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BEN &amp;amp; JERRY'S ICE-CREAM! slurrp...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RyBPj_rvdkI/AAAAAAAAAM0/lXFUNzpe1xY/s1600-h/DSC00115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RyBPj_rvdkI/AAAAAAAAAM0/lXFUNzpe1xY/s200/DSC00115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125183855756539458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;d 3 friends gorging on ice-cream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... Ohh &amp;amp; not to forget, I just got to know of another ice-cream shop. All Thanks to Aiman!! Hahaha... This shop is not really well-known. &amp;amp; i just heard of it like, yesterday! Hahaha... The name of the shop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RyBQ4_rvdlI/AAAAAAAAAM8/r7_AZh9loDI/s1600-h/DSC00133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RyBQ4_rvdlI/AAAAAAAAAM8/r7_AZh9loDI/s200/DSC00133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125185316045420114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ISLAND CREAMERY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RyBQ5PrvdmI/AAAAAAAAANE/K_Wm7FvhVD0/s1600-h/DSC00127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RyBQ5PrvdmI/AAAAAAAAANE/K_Wm7FvhVD0/s200/DSC00127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125185320340387426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2 brownies &amp;amp; 1 tub of Nutella ice-cream! All 4 13 bucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RyBQ5vrvdnI/AAAAAAAAANM/Vq7OAZoaxoU/s1600-h/DSC00130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RyBQ5vrvdnI/AAAAAAAAANM/Vq7OAZoaxoU/s200/DSC00130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125185328930322034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The after result!! OMG! Did Aiman finished everything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RyBQ6frvdoI/AAAAAAAAANU/hpbmwGx_n3E/s1600-h/DSC00132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RyBQ6frvdoI/AAAAAAAAANU/hpbmwGx_n3E/s200/DSC00132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125185341815223938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Esther licking the tub! It's so darn nice!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok.... I think dats about it. Dun mind my 2 previous entries. Just experiencing the downside of life. Haiz... There are just bound to be ups &amp;amp; downs in life. All you can do is accept it and try your best to solve it. There are also bound to be people who has bigger problems than you. So, now, I'm just going to live my life to the fullest... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time `Adios. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-6314196440006954456?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/6314196440006954456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=6314196440006954456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/6314196440006954456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/6314196440006954456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2007/10/beware-this-entry-is-going-to-be-full.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RyBJ9frvdWI/AAAAAAAAALE/DJv2Atojc6E/s72-c/DSC01467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-7022123803822989999</id><published>2007-10-21T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T14:38:21.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't believe I actually cried over what you said to the middle person. I didnt want you to give in. Im not asking you to give in. All I am asking for is, WHY CANT YOU UNDERSTAND THAT I GOT NO PROBLEM WITH YOU? WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I GOT PROBLEM WITH YOU? WHAT ARE YOU THINKING SERIOUSLY? I'm not asking you to give in. In fact, there is nothing for you or for me to give in. I am so darn disappointed. For your info, this is the highest disappointment I have ever experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 main questions is all I ask. Nothing more. You even dare to say or imply that I was the only person who cant get along with you. WHATTHEHELL was that supposed to mean? 1 whole week. 1 whole week I was being normal in class. &amp;amp; you thought I wasnt. WHY? Im so sorry for repeating this to my readers. But WHY? Is it because, I didnt gave you the same treatment I gave to everyone? Is it because I didnt talk to you as much as you want me to? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHAT MAKES YOU THINK THIS WAY? Have you done too much PBL? That's why you're thinking too deep over something? Well, if you are, then, let me tell you, you got to look at things on the surface sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, you may not like the class you are in now. Coz it's not like your previous class. I'm sorry, darling, but you have got to learn to adapt to changes. Do you think that all the classes you are in are going to be the same like the previous one? Do you think this class is the same as my previous class? Well, N-O, NO! But at least, I am learning and beginning to adapt to the environment of this class. I'm sure you thought certain people dont deserve the grades that they get. But, hey, that is not up to us. It has never been up to us in the first place. The faci decides all those. All you and everyone can do is just do their part as a team member and work hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think about yourself all the time. Sometimes, I can only think of 1 word to describe you:- EGO. You can notice other people's faults. But you can't notice your own. I think that is why, you notice me behaving differently (which I dont think I am), but have you ever think who is behaving more differently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what the middle person is trying to make you see. All he wants is peace between both of us. I want peace between both of us. But it doesnt seem that you want the same thing. I insisted that I got no problem with you. But you insist otherwise. What else can i say? Say something which is not true? Tell you that, "Yes, I got problem with you." when I actually, really, seriously, frankly, honestly, DON'T. I just want to know what you're thinking. I've had enough of this kind of thing. I pity the middle person. He is so innocent, but yet, he gets all the "thrashing". If you dont think of me, dont pity me, it's ok. I also dun mind. But at least, pity the middle person. Trust the middle person. The middle person isnt siding with anyone. As far as I know, he justify for the person whom he thinks is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you think that I behave differently because I like you? Puh-leez... Firstly, you know what kind of state I am in. So how can I fall in love? And even if I do, (No offence!), but it wouldnt be you, because I think I found a few people who is much better than you, in the sense that, they can think rationally.&lt;br /&gt;What makes me disappointed is that you are not the person I expected you to be. I thought you are someone whom I can trust (which I actually did), who can give and take, who is rational enough to think. But all I see from you is someone who is EGO and IRRATIONAL. I hope you can prove me wrong. I really hope you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're tired of this. Well, I am tired of this too. That is why I want to settle this as soon as possible, but again, I felt that you dont seem interested. I am stressed over someone who dont deserve my stress. I cried over someone who dont deserve my tears. Dont say that I didnt try to understand you, coz I did. I dont know what else you want from me. It's not me if I were to just give up and leave things halfway. It's not me if I were to just go up to you and scream and shout and lecture you, coz I am a very patient person. The way you are now, just makes me want to give up. The way you behave now, you're just testing my patience. But I am holding on because I dont want to make things worse. Im not saying that all this is your fault, coz I believe it is neither yours nor mine. All I want to know is, What Are You Thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're reading, I'm sorry if I ever made you feel hurt, in any of my entries here, or when I speak to you. Everyone's patience has a limit, you need to know that. Everyone needs to learn to adapt to changes in life, you remember that. Accept the person for who he/she is &amp;amp; Know that there is always someone who has bigger problems than yours. Think it through.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my readers will be very bored reading about this. So, anyways, just some updates, SA ALC Bonding Session was good. Climbing that high elements were scary, but fun. I think my legs are aching now. Hehehe. Oh, &amp;amp; I think I want to have another hair cut. Or rather, trim my hair. I dont know what becoming of my hair now. Seem to suck more than ever. Hahaha... So, should I go to a salon, or just the normal shop that I go to? Mum will surely say, just go to the normal shop. It'll cost you 7 bucks only. But, the daring me, feel like taking a challenge. Why not, Toni&amp;amp;Guy again? Or maybe Kimage this time? Hahaha... Oh wells, I'll talk about this when I have the money. At this moment, I need to save up. Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time`Adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-7022123803822989999?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/7022123803822989999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=7022123803822989999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/7022123803822989999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/7022123803822989999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-cant-believe-i-actually-cried-over.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-3159683730970810821</id><published>2007-10-19T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T00:10:53.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Which part of "I-got-NO-Problem-With-you" dont you understand? Why must you keep on thinking this way? Is it because you dont get the same kind of treatment from me? Is it because I dont give you much attention like how I give the rest of the guys? Is it because you think I am biased towards certain people? Why must you conclude things that way? Why cant you think positive for just a minute, and think thru, whether the real problem lies with you, or me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want me to be normal to you, just like b4. Am I not that way? How normal is my normal? &amp;amp; How normal is your normal? To me, my normal is the way I am in class now. That is normal. I dont know how you define your normal, coz I cant be more normal than how I am now. You said you wanted to follow me. But in the end, you didn't. WHATTHEHELL?! WHAT IS SERIOUSLY WRONG WITH YOU?! I asked another person along, and you dont seem happy, whereas, that person is your friend too! My intention is to just ask him to accompany me to take the train home. Is that so wrong?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will you ever come to your senses? You look at the fault of others, but never at the fault of yours. Well, for your info, I hate being emotionally unstable, and I hate being mentally tired. &amp;amp; what you are doing now, is making me feel the way I hate. REALLY. You asked whether I need counselling. Like, HELLO?! *knock*knock*. Who needs counselling now?! You are driving me crazy. I dont know what the hell is in your mind. I dont know what you're thinking. &amp;amp; yet, you insisted on wanting to know what I am thinking, which is practically Nothing related to you, coz I seriously got NO problem with you! Why cant you just see that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dont even seem to bother if the person you like dont talk to you. Give you attitude. But, I am not even bearing any grudges against you, yet you make it sound like a big deal. I seriously dont understand you. I tried to understand. I tried. But I just failed. &amp;amp; at this point of time, I really want to resolve this issue, but it seems like you're not really interested. Fine! I shall leave it as it is, coz I cant be bothered with people like you anymore. Seriously. More of this, and I'll become crazy! Just allow me to lead my life the way I want it too. &amp;amp; you shall lead yours the way you want it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will you ever come to your senses, my friend? When? When my patience has gone over its limits? I pity the middle person. Seriously. He tried. He really tried. It doesnt look like you're interested. Dont blame me if one day, you see me crying. Dont blame me if one day, I become quiet. Dont blame me if I'm of a different behaviour in class. You only got yourself to blame, coz you put me in this situation, and you're not letting me out of it. Good Luck in your life, my friend. Good luck.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &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/7966251640310171626-3159683730970810821?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/3159683730970810821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=3159683730970810821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/3159683730970810821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/3159683730970810821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2007/10/which-part-of-i-got-no-problem-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-4833037364003937356</id><published>2007-10-19T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T00:32:10.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do I feel so darn restricted nowadays? Or rather why do I feel like my freedom is being controlled? Is it really is? Or am I just being paranoid? I dont know. Well, what make me say this is because, my parents arent like last time. Or rather, last sem. They will not be like calling me like every hour asking me where I am or where I go. It's only this semester that they start doing that. Like, why?! What's wrong?! I'm 18. I'm of a legal age. Why are they so worried? Like, as if I wont come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I'm not angry at my parents for being this way, you know. It's just that I'm frustrated with the whole situation. They are like angry with me just because I didnt call to tell them where I am going. Ok, yea yea, they have the right to be angry, but, I didnt do this the last time and they seem ok with it. They'll just ask me where I went to, when I reach home. Why are they doing this now? Just because I didnt call, and they get worried, they seem like so angry with me. Haiz... I dont know what else 2 say? Mayb I shall just like go home from school each and every day, make them tired of looking at my face at home, then, they'll allow me to go out, is it? Does it work that way? Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my freedom with my friends. They make me go out with them straight away as soon as I reach home from school. Just to go where? Hari raya visits. Which part of T-I-R-E-D dont they understand? &amp;amp; then, they'll say, "If you go out with your friends, not tired. Go out with parents tired." Im not implying it dat way. Its juz dat, I dont really like it if I have to go home and then go out again. But if with friends, its like you go out with them straight after school, and den, go home. You get my point? Haish... Mum already cut my allowance. What are they going to do next? Set a curfew (which they have never set before)? I dont understand them. I seriously dont understand them NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now, Dad just gave me an earful. Ok, not really an earful, but yeah, like half of it. You get what I mean? I dont know what to do now, you know. Maybe I should just like go home straight aft school, like someone with NO life, or, maybe I should just get on with my life, like nobody's business. Which one?! ARGH!!! Im so adarn frustrated that this is happening! =S&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so, enough about parents for a whike. Just now, when to Swensens at Northpoint to somehow celebrate Abd's and Heire's birthday. Hehe... It was FUN. Loads of laughter as per normal... Hahahaha.... Pictures were taken, but will upload it soon. I am so loving my class now. I will upload pictures of my class soon. =) =) Anyways, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HEIRE!! (shan't reveal his age here. hehe.) &amp;amp; HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, ABD!! Hahaha... =)&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously tired now. My eyes are closing as I am typing this. So, till next time. Adios, people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-4833037364003937356?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/4833037364003937356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=4833037364003937356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/4833037364003937356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/4833037364003937356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2007/10/why-do-i-feel-so-darn-restricted.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-5621815105715764562</id><published>2007-10-12T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T14:55:02.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Andai dikau menghilang dan menyendiri,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ku terapung hilanglah panduan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bak hujan di tengah hari,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;panas menduri bumi....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, don't bother about that. I was just feeling a little emo, in that sense. Actually, I'm in school. Cognitive is on, but problem statement is dry. Something about TIGHT yet 'beautiful' Argument. Hehe... -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm blogging. I just feel so sian. Haiz... Oklah I got nothing more to say. Till later. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS/ I love photoshop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(just being random... hehe.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's wishing all Muslims:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOHON MAAF ZAHIR &amp;amp; BATIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-5621815105715764562?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/5621815105715764562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=5621815105715764562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/5621815105715764562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/5621815105715764562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2007/10/andai-dikau-menghilang-dan-menyendiri.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-3517369693517669948</id><published>2007-10-06T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T10:49:27.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love of 4 friends</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, went out to relive the old times. Wondering what I mean? Well, I went out with Nadiah, 'Ainul and Saiful, just like last sem. Hahaha... Went to break-fast with them &amp;amp; a few other PE.AK members. Went to Far East Plaza. It was ok lah, hanging out with them. As usual, we made it fun ourselves. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll just let a few pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Rwb0IHc2WJI/AAAAAAAAAKs/rGI3ES6GK8M/s1600-h/sublimeTOUCH000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Rwb0IHc2WJI/AAAAAAAAAKs/rGI3ES6GK8M/s200/sublimeTOUCH000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118046446829328530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dee &amp;amp; me were talking while waiting 4 d food. Macam PAHAM! hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Rwb0I3c2WKI/AAAAAAAAAK0/xa2vt1Yey1I/s1600-h/sublimeTOUCH001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Rwb0I3c2WKI/AAAAAAAAAK0/xa2vt1Yey1I/s200/sublimeTOUCH001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118046459714230434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sai &amp;amp; 'Ainul. I dont know what Sai's trying to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Rwb0JHc2WLI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ZD5Eiqu4vTY/s1600-h/sublimeTOUCH005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Rwb0JHc2WLI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ZD5Eiqu4vTY/s200/sublimeTOUCH005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118046464009197746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok, finally, a nice picture. Hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeahh... I totally miss hanging out with them. So, yesterday was like reliving those times again. The funny moments, the laughters... Hang out again soon, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the next thing is, I wish to thank all those people who gave me the well-wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANK YOU, EVERYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I think there's a lot. But, here's the first few people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- W45G (my 2nd sem class)&lt;br /&gt;- Zulhafiz (my sec sch bestfren)&lt;br /&gt;- Halim (a friend from w45g)&lt;br /&gt;- My family (most beloved)&lt;br /&gt;- Natasha (my poly best fren)&lt;br /&gt;- Nurul (cousin)&lt;br /&gt;- Bik Tina (aunt)&lt;br /&gt;- Qistina (cousin)&lt;br /&gt;- Hadi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, again, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANK YOU SO MUCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 18. I already have plans about what I'm going to do. Let it remain a secret first. &amp;amp; oh wells, it's my birthday, but I got no plans. Maybe not for now. I'm still thinking where can I go? What can I do? Ok, and with that, I'm ending my entry here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time `Adios.&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/7966251640310171626-3517369693517669948?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/3517369693517669948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=3517369693517669948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/3517369693517669948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/3517369693517669948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2007/10/love-of-4-friends.html' title='Love of 4 friends'/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Rwb0IHc2WJI/AAAAAAAAAKs/rGI3ES6GK8M/s72-c/sublimeTOUCH000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-8059953998991641007</id><published>2007-10-03T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T21:04:55.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd week</title><content type='html'>3rd week of school has been great! I didnt expect my class to be able to mingle so well with one another. I guess, its just the process of getting to know one another better. My grades seem to be hanging on the line. B is the best that I can do. I cant believe I only received 2 As, and that was in the first week! OMG! After that, it was straight Bs all the way. How can?? Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about school for a while. Anyways, I have to thank my class for 2nd sem, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W45G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Why? Coz they are the very first group to celebrate my birthday with me. It was a really great surprise. I didnt even think they would remember my birthday! Hahaha... So, yeah, I break my fast with them on Tuesday, which is actually yesterday, at Woodlands Checkpoint. Food there was superb. I really ate my fill and felt so bloated. &amp;amp; they actually bought donuts for me... &amp;amp; the birthday gift was nice. I like it. So, thank you people for that, too! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Million Thanks to W45G, and a special THANX to those who celebrated it with me - &lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kai&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tas&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ZM&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stephen&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Halim&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heire&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aiman&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maizurah&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esther&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ab&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Did I miss out anyone? I hope not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having such great company just reminds me of 1st sem. The great company I have who never fail to make me laugh - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dee&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Ainul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Aznee&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ramu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vinod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. These are the kecoh (noisy) people around in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W25N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I miss those times. Loads...&lt;br /&gt;Today's culture lesson was about Value. Made me think about the people I value...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RwOPj3c2WII/AAAAAAAAAKk/wnW6E0eqmq0/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 173px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RwOPj3c2WII/AAAAAAAAAKk/wnW6E0eqmq0/s200/collage1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117091447966161026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was just a fast collage I made when I was bored. These are the people I value &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;most&lt;/span&gt; in my poly life. Some of the names are already mentioned, but yeahh, just to mention them again - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nadiah&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;'Ainul&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hadi&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there are a lot more... In secondary school, yada yada yada... But it would be never ending. So, yeahh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I dont know what else to say. I'm going to get back to my game then. To the names mentioned, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanx. Know that you brighten up my day in one way or another. I really treasure you people a lot. &lt;/span&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;Till next time `Adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-8059953998991641007?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/8059953998991641007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=8059953998991641007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/8059953998991641007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/8059953998991641007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2007/10/3rd-week.html' title='3rd week'/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RwOPj3c2WII/AAAAAAAAAKk/wnW6E0eqmq0/s72-c/collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-4373193007798329562</id><published>2007-09-27T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T00:11:50.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why must it happen to me again arh? Why is it so difficult for people to understand me? Ok, maybe NOT Literally understand me, but what's so difficult about me, that people always misinterpret my words? Is my English to difficult to understand? Or does the problem lie in them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I want to bother myself about this, but, I am so sick of it. People always misinterpret my jokes to be something serious and misunderstood something serious to be a joke. This is NOT funny ok... &amp;amp; this isnt the 1st time that this is happening. I actually encountered this last semester too. Seriously, is it hard for you people to distinguish between my sarcasm and my serious-ness? I mean, what can I do about it? Change myself coz' the problem does lie with me after all? Must I tell you that I am being sarcastic everytime I'm being sarcastic so that you guys will not blame me? Must I inform you that I am in a PMS mode everytime I am in that mode, so that you guys will not provoke me or make me angry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just blame it on Time. After all its only the 2nd week. Not many people understand me, or the way I do my work, or the way I talk. Fine... But, why put the blame on me? Why never think about your fault? Why never think that you guys read too much in between the lines? Too much PBL is it? Why never feel that you guys are just being too sensitive? Why never feel that you people are taking things to heart? Why is it that you guys straightaway put the blame on me when you people dont know what type of person I am? You dont even bother to find out, and continue to make assumptions - assumptions which are always putting you guys on the right path, while ME, on the wrong one. The question playing on my mind, "Should I change for the better, so that these people will not think they way they're thinking right now?"&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Ok, you might be wondering why I'm speaking or writing this entry this way. I'm just doing some self-reflection. Self-reflection on why people always judge me wrongly, when my intention of doing whatever I did is actually good. I dont want to tell the whole story here lah. But just some questions to keep you thinking. Is my sarcasm &amp;amp; serious-ness so difficult to distinguish? Is the way I talk harsh, until it hurts you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 'incident' makes my self-esteem low. Really. Sometimes I do feel like, I wish I was someone else. At least, he/she doesnt have to face this problem that I'm facing with other people. But wells, I know I cant be someone else. I am Me. This is Me. Thus, the song playing in my blog. It's a really old song, and after a looong time not listening to it, I teared listening to it again. Maybe, the song just suits what I'm experiencing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am meant to be the way I am exactly....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got nothing else to say, really. I cant change people's mindset of me. Since whichever way I talk seems to be so wrong to others, I'll just be careful. Talk only at the right time, or else, don't talk at all. Not that Im giving up or running away from this problem, but I guess, one learn thru their mistakes. In the eyes of others, I made a mistake. So, I shall learn from it and improve myself, if not change. That's all I've got to say. Till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-4373193007798329562?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/4373193007798329562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=4373193007798329562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/4373193007798329562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/4373193007798329562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2007/09/why-must-it-happen-to-me-again-arh-why.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-5234998501938559855</id><published>2007-09-22T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T16:27:03.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>11 days later,&lt;br /&gt;Here I am posting something on my blog. Yes, I do realise it's been a looong time ever since I've updated. So, here goes okay...:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first,&lt;br /&gt;I changed my blogskin!!! and it's featuring YOURS TRULY! Hahaha... I figured that I really need to do something to my blog after it's been dead for some time. &amp;amp; I happen to have Adobe Photoshop. It's been a really long time ever since I played with that programme. So, I just wanted to try my hands on it. Really lost those skills for a while, but I hope to make a comeback. And there you are...&lt;br /&gt;I just hope you guys like it. It's really a simple first attempt. Haha.. Comments appreciated. Thanx. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next,&lt;br /&gt;1 week of school has just past. Being in W45G has its pros &amp;amp; cons. First day of school was such a bore. A real bore. Everything was just so damn quiet. Everyone was shy to talk, and that leads on till the 2nd day. Just some info about my class. There's quite a number of malays, out of which there are around 6 malay guys and 2 malay gerls. I guess, they figured out I'm quite a talkative person. Hahaha... I was talking most of the time, be it to the faci or to the people around me. Can't blame me. I can't do work if it's too quiet. Make me feel pressurized. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, the class has started talking. FINALLY!&lt;br /&gt;Facis have been ok. Some are funny, some are demanding, but they're fine 2 me. So yeap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Lastly,&lt;br /&gt;Going to school during fasting month really need to have loads of patience. Feel darn restricted. Haiz... But it's ok arh. At least it beats staying at home, fasting. Time seem to pass so slow. &amp;amp; it's the 10th Ramadan, but I already hear the Hari Raya songs playing on Ria. Really made me get into the mood, but still have to remember that I have to go to school.  Shucks...  &amp;amp; Talking about school,  Mr. Vivian Balakrishnan is coming to my school on Mon to give a talk. So, that's just the updates I have about school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Those were the updates I have in my life so far. Hahaha... Today is the day where I'll be the only child - if you get what I mean. Kayy.. Till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-5234998501938559855?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/5234998501938559855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=5234998501938559855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/5234998501938559855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/5234998501938559855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2007/09/11-days-later-here-i-am-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-3145801939234333029</id><published>2007-09-11T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T15:21:00.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KAH-VIVOR RALLY AT SENTOSA was FUN but tiring! So, here's the story. Woke up as early as 6 am to get ready and make my way to Sentosa with Sis and Cuzzin. Had this competition thing going on. It's something like Amazing Race, where you have to travel to places to certain Checkpoints and get the clues. It's just that this happens in Sentosa and you can only travel by foot (dats y its 'KAH'), or by the free public transport provided at Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh... And when I thought it was easy, I was SO WRONG! The clues and the places were easy to find. Just that the travelling bit. The checkpoints were everywhere! and whats frustrating was that it was far away from each other, in the sense that one checkpoint was for example, at imbiah station, and the next was at the far end of siloso beach. The next one was at the far end of palawan beach, then the ranger station and back to the beach, and then to imbiah. Ok, it was something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness! It was a Sunday! There're like so many people, beach tram was always full, so we got no choice but to walk/run. We had to complete 12 clues before 12 pm. Oh wells, my team managed to finish 10 by 12. Heck... I believe that was an achievement. Sis team managed to complete all, but of course, one way or another they cheated. They took a taxi for the last few stops lar! Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I had my fair share of FUN! At least, I got to explore Sentosa from the start till the end. Took the buses which by now, I cant remember which line goes to where. And not to forget, my legs still hurt from excessive running/walking. 2 days oredi, and its still not okay. By now, you can guess how long I havent been exercising. Hehehe... Good form of exercise, but damn tiring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went to Vivo and ate at Chicken Rice Shop. Awesome! First time eating there. It was nice. Got to see Chicken Rice at another point of view. Hahaha... But yeah, it was nice... And then, journey home was dreadful. Took MRT and legs were aching, but there were no seats. Slept halfway thru in the train standing up. Hehe... Back home, continued to sleep. Hahaha... Dont say that I always sleep okay.. It was really tiring. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for the 1st part of my entry. The 2nd part is where I found out I got into another class for Sem 2, which is W45G. Haiz... Didnt recognise anyone there at all... Looks like, I have to get back to square one. Making new friends, new environment. But I still miss the environment in W25N. The liveliness... Haiz... But anyways, we'll meet up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayy... I'm tired. Not been doing anything lately. Rot at home. Laptop's become my new bestfriend. And Hari Raya Puasa is round the corner. So, here's to all Muslims:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Selamat Menyambut Bulan Ramadan!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-3145801939234333029?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/3145801939234333029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=3145801939234333029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/3145801939234333029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/3145801939234333029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2007/09/kah-vivor-rally-at-sentosa-was-fun-but.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-5103037020967584474</id><published>2007-09-07T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T15:50:42.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YESTERDAY WAS AWESOME!!! &lt;/span&gt;Hahaha... Went out to school for a while, and then, off to City Hall to meet Natasha. Goshh...We're so hungry. So, went to Bugis to eat at BK. Then, got bored. Decided to go town. On the way, met a guy from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TONI&amp;GUY&lt;/span&gt;. OMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Hi, i'm from TONI&amp;amp;GUY. Would you care for a free haircut?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Erm... Free..&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Yup. You'll get a hair wash, and maybe we'll trim your hair a bit and some consultation.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Erm... Ok. Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Natasha, I cut the dialogue short for you!! Hahahaha....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayy... Actually, something funny happen in between. I think, it was Natasha's dumb day. Hehehe... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Sorry. Just joking.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, off we went to Toni&amp;Guy Academy. We got a lot of time to spare. So, why not? Hahaha... I soo love my hair now. Hafta say, they really take a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOOOONG TIME&lt;/span&gt; to cut our hair. Mine took around 2&amp;1/2 hours, while Natasha's around 3 hrs. Goshh... But, the after effect, AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.quote from 'Ainul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;COOL SHAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.unquote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the feeling of being pampered for a while. They wash your hair for you, trim it. Style it. &amp; it's FREE. Haha... And that was my 1st time, going to a HairSalon. So, you know, that feeling... Whoa...&lt;br /&gt;I have to repeat. I Love my hair now. Best haircut I've got so far. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RuD-Z5L-IbI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ws4eM0N54sY/s1600-h/fyra2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RuD-Z5L-IbI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ws4eM0N54sY/s200/fyra2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107361698239357362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's dat? Do I look any different? Hahaha... Ok, enough about my hair lar. Later kena accused of boasting about my hair. =S&lt;br /&gt;So, yeap, after that, we went to town. Walked around, slacked at Skate Park awhile. Then, off to Heeren. All these while, we're just window shopping. No $$$ to spend also. And dat explains the new stuff on my wishlist, out of which, most of it are clothes. Hehehe... I swear, 100 bucks wont be enough. A teenager's needs &amp; wants... Haiz... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like gg out again. But dont know where to. Hahaha... The boring part is always having to resist the temptation to spend. I dont know whats my plan for tomorrow. Sunday, off to Sentosa early in the morning. =)&lt;br /&gt;Aites... Till Next Time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-5103037020967584474?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/5103037020967584474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=5103037020967584474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/5103037020967584474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/5103037020967584474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2007/09/yesterday-was-awesome-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RuD-Z5L-IbI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ws4eM0N54sY/s72-c/fyra2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-2426116090199298699</id><published>2007-09-05T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T14:01:00.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Hiatus</title><content type='html'>I believe this blog and me have been going on hiatus for quite some time now. So, well, we're back! Let me see... It's the vacation. Some of the days, I've been going out with friends, while most of the days, its what I call, Rotting at Home. Hehehe...This is a long entry. Read it if you want to. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Natasha on Thursday... Watched movie, then Retail Therapy &amp; Window shopping for us! Hahaha... Off to Bugis, and well, I guess, many shops are on our list oredi! It's just that I'm cash-strapped! And Mum just wont allow me to spend anymore $$$ on tops. Hehe... So, let me see, I have my eyes on bottoms then. Haha... Skinny jeans and all, but I still want more tops. Better start saving... Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just say, my family's now financially challenged. Mum wouldnt allow me to spend her money, neither does she allow me to use my own money. I guess, these words mean a lot when you're under 21. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Your money is my money. My money is also my money."&lt;/span&gt; Hehe... Same goes for Dad. Mum's always been the one handling the money. Sometimes, I do get a bit irritated, by the fact that she somehow doesnt trust me in handling my own money, but when I come to think of it, if it's not for her, my bank acct wouldnt have so much money and I wouldnt have the luxury of spending a bit of the money on clothes. So, yeah, I'm still grateful to her. Thanks, Mum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about money for a while. It gives me a headache. So many things to buy, so little cash, which leads to putting the things on hold. So, yeap, moving on. Class BBQ was on Monday. I dont even noe if that can be considered a class bbq. Let me see, only a mere 5 ppl came. Hahaha... Great. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Laugh at me. What good organizing skills I have.&lt;/span&gt; Shan't talk more about the organizing part lar. Aznee brought her boyfren along, and I asked my cuzzin along to help me out with the stuffs. Let the pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Rt4_LpL-IXI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/p5aHJQYbg7g/s1600-h/DSC01408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Rt4_LpL-IXI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/p5aHJQYbg7g/s200/DSC01408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106588496751894898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cuzzin Nurul  &amp; Me. Ermm... lets just say, we're drenched in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Rt4_L5L-IYI/AAAAAAAAAKE/-bH34CZZWR8/s1600-h/DSC01409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Rt4_L5L-IYI/AAAAAAAAAKE/-bH34CZZWR8/s200/DSC01409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106588501046862210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'Ainul in action of starting the fire for the bbq. She's the pro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Rt4_MJL-IZI/AAAAAAAAAKM/9p7VmHUumw0/s1600-h/DSC01410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Rt4_MJL-IZI/AAAAAAAAAKM/9p7VmHUumw0/s200/DSC01410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106588505341829522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'Ainul, Rous, &amp; Saiful.  Sai looks enthu in fan-ning the fire.  Harder, Sai, Harder! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Rt4_MJL-IaI/AAAAAAAAAKU/zlmOBl49k9E/s1600-h/DSC01417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Rt4_MJL-IaI/AAAAAAAAAKU/zlmOBl49k9E/s200/DSC01417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106588505341829538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of us who were there. Credits to cuzzin for taking the pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oklah, I did had my fair share of fun. Disappointment, YES! But i cant do anything abt it, can I? Haiz... And the next day, till today, it was Rotting at Home. I want to go out, but with who? Where to? Haiz... So, I occupied myself with house chores. Vacuum the house, fold the clothes, wash the clothes. This is not being hardworking. This is just fulfilling my duties as a 17-yr-old daughter. I used 2 be very lazy when it comes to doing house chores. But, now dat both sis are working hard, earning money for the family, i guess, its left with me to help Mum out. After all, I always thought, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Whats so difficult about doing the house chores? Its just whether you're willing to do it or not."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vacuum - you just have to switch it on, and go around the house. It's not as if my house is a double storey house or sth. Fold the clothes - whats so difficult? Watch tv oso still can do it wat. Wash the clothes - got washing machine wat... dump d clothes, put the detergent and wash away! Hahaha... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(looks like, I've come to my senses huh?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And counting down, its 4 more days, before I gt a chance 2 go 2 sentosa. With my family and cuzzins. Coz of the Kah-Vivor rally thing. Want to noe more about this competition, just log on to power 98 kays... Im just doing it for fun... Hahaha... Whoa... Like I said, its a long entry. If you really read it till the end, *claps*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*/who doesnt long for someone to hold, someone to love you without being told? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-2426116090199298699?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/2426116090199298699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=2426116090199298699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/2426116090199298699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/2426116090199298699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2007/09/back-from-hiatus.html' title='Back from Hiatus'/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Rt4_LpL-IXI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/p5aHJQYbg7g/s72-c/DSC01408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-5726342959753195680</id><published>2007-08-25T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T00:28:06.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This blog's been dead for some time. Did I promise to post up my pics at Sentosa with my family? Hmm, okayy... Here goes:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RtBRhJL-IMI/AAAAAAAAAIk/52sw7ZaFx0g/s1600-h/DSC01298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RtBRhJL-IMI/AAAAAAAAAIk/52sw7ZaFx0g/s200/DSC01298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102668007654432962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My family @ Sentosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RtBRhpL-INI/AAAAAAAAAIs/QubjHWFwqag/s1600-h/DSC01304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RtBRhpL-INI/AAAAAAAAAIs/QubjHWFwqag/s200/DSC01304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102668016244367570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Woots~ It's the merlion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RtBRh5L-IOI/AAAAAAAAAI0/zygd66qgYBE/s1600-h/DSC01321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RtBRh5L-IOI/AAAAAAAAAI0/zygd66qgYBE/s200/DSC01321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102668020539334882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Proof that me and my sisters took the Luge Ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RtBRiJL-IPI/AAAAAAAAAI8/LE_Gob39vC0/s1600-h/DSC01326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RtBRiJL-IPI/AAAAAAAAAI8/LE_Gob39vC0/s200/DSC01326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102668024834302194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me &amp; the view from the skyride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RtBRiZL-IQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/4JfY7eUowt0/s1600-h/DSC05603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RtBRiZL-IQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/4JfY7eUowt0/s200/DSC05603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102668029129269506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Going up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Goshh... I miss Sentosa. I want to go there again!! Anyways, holidays have started. End of Sem 1. I'm going to miss W25N, esp certain people, like Dee, Ainul, Saiful... you know who you are. Here's some of our last few happy moments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RtBT_JL-IRI/AAAAAAAAAJM/jof0Td6rD1A/s1600-h/DSC01404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RtBT_JL-IRI/AAAAAAAAAJM/jof0Td6rD1A/s200/DSC01404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102670722073764114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the class on the 2nd last day of school, with teri tan (enterprise faci).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RtBT_ZL-ISI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ypz29uKKcyA/s1600-h/Image%28649%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RtBT_ZL-ISI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ypz29uKKcyA/s200/Image%28649%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102670726368731426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hanging out at west coast park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RtBT_ZL-ITI/AAAAAAAAAJc/hMtXgaz26Ho/s1600-h/Image%28650%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RtBT_ZL-ITI/AAAAAAAAAJc/hMtXgaz26Ho/s200/Image%28650%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102670726368731442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;saiful and ainul. by the beach at west coast park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RtBT_pL-IUI/AAAAAAAAAJk/7RtNCesk86I/s1600-h/Image%28648%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RtBT_pL-IUI/AAAAAAAAAJk/7RtNCesk86I/s200/Image%28648%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102670730663698754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and nadiah. at dhoby ghaut area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RtBVa5L-IVI/AAAAAAAAAJs/NSETGRU6k7Q/s1600-h/w25n+train.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RtBVa5L-IVI/AAAAAAAAAJs/NSETGRU6k7Q/s200/w25n+train.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102672298326761810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;w25n choo choo train. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RtBVa5L-IWI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fg7rQVcyWGs/s1600-h/w25n+train.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RtBVa5L-IWI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fg7rQVcyWGs/s200/w25n+train.3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102672298326761826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;purely for entertainment purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haiz.... Really going to miss these people. And holidays? Mum dun allow me to find job. I never noe y her mindset nvr change since last yr. I'm beginning to get sick of it. If I find job secretly or work secretly, all the more she'll be unhappy. But i thought it was for my own good that I get a job, be independent financially. Why doesnt she get my point? Haiz... I dont know what else to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Dad wants to go join NIE aft I grad from Poly. I'm like -_-...&lt;br /&gt;Geddit?&lt;br /&gt;I knew he always wanted me to be a teacher. Since eldest sis is oredi an assistant manager at Cathay Cineleisure E2Max, and 2nd sis is a technical officer (sort of an engineer) at PUB (who is also gg to SIM soon to get her degree), he wants me to be a teacher.Seriously speaking, I dont know what I want to be. Since young, I want to be a DJ. Some people say, I'm suited to be a journalist (but I dont know why I cant seem to like that job).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayy... I guess, I'm gg 2 continue talking abt this soon... To be continued. Hehe. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-5726342959753195680?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/5726342959753195680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=5726342959753195680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/5726342959753195680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/5726342959753195680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-blogs-been-dead-for-some-time.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RtBRhJL-IMI/AAAAAAAAAIk/52sw7ZaFx0g/s72-c/DSC01298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-2219344191385682413</id><published>2007-08-12T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T22:37:46.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Updates</title><content type='html'>Been missing for quite some time. I hope I am missed by a few people. Hahaha... In anyways, I'm here just to update about myself. Lets track down what I have been doing for the past 4 days. Thursday was National Day. So, went to the Padang, to watch the fireworks. I dont know why fireworks never fail to amaze me. I just loved it. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aites... Putting that aside, let me tell you a secret.&lt;br /&gt;I skipped class on Friday with my friends to go and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;(SHHH...It's meant to be a secret. Hehe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, okayy, I met Nadiah at J.E, then, slacked, and waited for her boyfriend, Fadli. Then, off to Vivo. Let me tell you something kayy. There's such a thing called Overstay in the MRT. Seriously. It is when you stay for too long at 1 station and go to another station further away, then you cannot go out of the faregate, and has to pay a penalty of 2 bucks. SHIT!! Oklah, I better stop talking and let the pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Rr8VRVlDf3I/AAAAAAAAAG0/G7EgbBWaHJI/s1600-h/DSC01258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Rr8VRVlDf3I/AAAAAAAAAG0/G7EgbBWaHJI/s200/DSC01258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097816690801213298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Rr8VRllDf4I/AAAAAAAAAG8/8xIIeQ6HVlw/s1600-h/DSC01259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Rr8VRllDf4I/AAAAAAAAAG8/8xIIeQ6HVlw/s200/DSC01259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097816695096180610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the couple quarrelling... Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp; then, we went off to Sentosa. Been quite some time ever since I went there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Rr8WRFlDf5I/AAAAAAAAAHE/lEKHZ3_gioE/s1600-h/DSC01271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Rr8WRFlDf5I/AAAAAAAAAHE/lEKHZ3_gioE/s200/DSC01271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097817786017873810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Rr8WRFlDf6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/fdaX08QhY-4/s1600-h/DSC01266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Rr8WRFlDf6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/fdaX08QhY-4/s200/DSC01266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097817786017873826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;she really look like one tourist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Rr8WRVlDf7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/4RyrpiXtQIo/s1600-h/DSC01278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Rr8WRVlDf7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/4RyrpiXtQIo/s200/DSC01278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097817790312841138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;see how tired I am frm all that walking &amp; climbing??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then, we meet up with Ainul &amp; Rouwen. Wohoo~ Walked around Vivo, then, went to Taka, and off to Cathay, and off to The Cathay. &amp;amp; this is what we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Rr8XfllDf8I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DG37y09yiBs/s1600-h/SP_A1269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Rr8XfllDf8I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DG37y09yiBs/s200/SP_A1269.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097819134637604802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Played pool at Cathay. &amp; thats me, playing. Hahaha... I'm learning how to play okayy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Rr8XgFlDf9I/AAAAAAAAAHk/eKf-pCQM8KU/s1600-h/DSC01283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Rr8XgFlDf9I/AAAAAAAAAHk/eKf-pCQM8KU/s200/DSC01283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097819143227539410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ate Ben&amp;Jerry's at The Cathay.  Goshh... I miss Ben&amp;jerry's ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Rr8XgVlDf-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/8Jfu5s7r0kE/s1600-h/Image%28633%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Rr8XgVlDf-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/8Jfu5s7r0kE/s200/Image%28633%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097819147522506722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7 scoops of ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Rr8XgllDf_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/NX8QhN01qyU/s1600-h/Image%28639%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Rr8XgllDf_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/NX8QhN01qyU/s200/Image%28639%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097819151817474034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;finished by 5 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ben&amp;Jerry's at The Cathay is really a nice place to slack and just chill out for a while. Really. Try going there. &amp;amp; The Cathay is Wi-Fi enabled too... Not all the places or shops are open yet, but yeahh, its a nice place to be in, just to slack esp the Ben&amp;amp;Jerry's. Ohh, and I 4got to say, I had my fun while playing pool, coz you should have just seen how we, beginners play. You can laugh your heart out. Hahaha... I feel like playing it again. Only $$$ is the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kays, basically that's about it for Friday. Saturday was my rest day. And today, Sunday, went to Sentosa again. Haishh...Tired out. But it was fun! Just some brief description:- Played Luge, SkyRide, watched CineBlast, and 4D Magix. I'll take you guys around one day. I'll post the pics once its uploaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is back to school day... Computing, on a Monday. Really will give me more Monday blues. Sheesh... Till next time, aites...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-2219344191385682413?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/2219344191385682413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=2219344191385682413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/2219344191385682413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/2219344191385682413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2007/08/some-updates.html' title='Some Updates'/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Rr8VRVlDf3I/AAAAAAAAAG0/G7EgbBWaHJI/s72-c/DSC01258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-5432694886366096439</id><published>2007-08-09T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T15:09:47.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First things First,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY NATIONAL DAY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayy... So, National's day on a weekday. While students from pri sch and sec sch get quite a long holiday, since they need not come 2 sch on friday, poly students arent that lucky. We still have to come to sch on Friday. Goshh... And Fri's science module for me. The thought of that just makes me not wanna go 2 sch, but hmm.... We'll see whether I'm in sch or not. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored. Been watching Laguna Beach lately. Nice show... Seems like The OC. But, its about the lives of the rich kids. Ok, not literally kids, but yeah teenagers. They're so cool. They get to spend whatever they want, whenever they want. Pamper themselves and stuffs... The sweet thing was, their prom. The guys always come up with darn sweet ideas to ask the girl of their liking for prom. Like, that was soo cool! &amp;amp; sweet... Envy the people there. Really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In anyways, put that aside. I still love SIngapore. Hahaha... I have a family, a nice place to live in, bestfriends... The list can go on. What else can I ask for? My lover?? Hahaha... Wait long long lah. I like being single for the moment. I just wish i had more money to spend now... Whats with birthday presents...?? Class BBQ, maybe? New clothes/shoes...?? Goshh.. This list can go on too! But heck... Money can save, can find. Hehe... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aites... Im juz blogging my life away lahh... Im so bored. On national day. Cant go shopping... Cant spend money. Bohoo~&lt;br /&gt;Till next time... aites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-5432694886366096439?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/5432694886366096439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=5432694886366096439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/5432694886366096439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/5432694886366096439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2007/08/first-things-first-happy-national-day.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-8601495441704417947</id><published>2007-08-08T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T15:27:34.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shocked Monkey</title><content type='html'>A monkey was playing around with a mirror... Just watch. Hilarious! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8dYI5qogqnE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8dYI5qogqnE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you laugh??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-8601495441704417947?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/8601495441704417947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=8601495441704417947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/8601495441704417947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/8601495441704417947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2007/08/shocked-monkey.html' title='Shocked Monkey'/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-8114415127798005764</id><published>2007-08-06T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T23:17:33.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>West Meets East</title><content type='html'>Can you imagine, what will happen when the West meets the East?? Oh wells, a lot can happen. Hahaha... Especially when you have just the RIGHT company. Like, me &amp; my friends. So, me &amp;amp; Nadiah (the West people) went to Tampines mall (the East area) - Ainul &amp; Saiful (the East people). Hahaha... Been quite some time ever since I went there. Boy, it still remains as packed as before (the time I went before). &amp;amp; it was only MONDAY! the start of the week... Cant imagine if its the weekends. Goshh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Walked around &amp; around the place, looking at shoes, clothes, until I saw Toys'R'Us. Hahaha... Being someone who is deprived of childhood (i guess), toys nowadays seem so attractive to me. &amp;amp; well, this is what we did.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Rrc4_1lDfzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/KoX9trZytn4/s1600-h/Image%28615%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Rrc4_1lDfzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/KoX9trZytn4/s200/Image%28615%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095604172758417202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rise of the minah tudung surfer. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Rrc5AFlDf0I/AAAAAAAAAGc/JZovaOF5gCA/s1600-h/Image%28616%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Rrc5AFlDf0I/AAAAAAAAAGc/JZovaOF5gCA/s200/Image%28616%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095604177053384514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and also the minah tudung skater?? hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Rrc5AVlDf1I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Y-vSF39zgEk/s1600-h/Image%28617%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Rrc5AVlDf1I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Y-vSF39zgEk/s200/Image%28617%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095604181348351826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;woots~ she caught a martian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Rrc5AllDf2I/AAAAAAAAAGs/-zYxSYtETG0/s1600-h/Image%28618%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Rrc5AllDf2I/AAAAAAAAAGs/-zYxSYtETG0/s200/Image%28618%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095604185643319138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and in the end, she became  a tool boss &amp;amp; made frens with a fire chief. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crapp, I know. But it was just for entertainment purposes. Just for the fun of it. Hahaha.. Well, I'm sure we all did have fun. Journey home with Nadiah was 50 min long. Took train. Managed to do RJ in the train, since I copied the question onto Microsoft Word. Ohh and on the way to Tampines from Woodlands, we took 168.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All 4 of us slept in the bus on the way there. Hahaha...Sleep like nobody's business. So tired... Haishh... I'm still saving $$$ to buy a lotta things. Should see the list I made (only have access to me, myself and i). Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should end. Before I start to ramble crappy things since I am feeling darn tired. Till next time... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-8114415127798005764?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/8114415127798005764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=8114415127798005764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/8114415127798005764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/8114415127798005764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2007/08/west-meets-east.html' title='West Meets East'/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Rrc4_1lDfzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/KoX9trZytn4/s72-c/Image%28615%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-643001000006649930</id><published>2007-07-27T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T19:47:34.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been quite some time now. Well, what should I say..? Not really busy... Just nothing much to update. In anyways, Life has been really good. Been spending sparingly &lt;em&gt;(I guess)&lt;/em&gt;. Hehehe... Some things to update about myself recently:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My UT2 grades have both improved and deproved. Hahaha... Well, I only have 1 grade D+, unlike last UT where I have 2. But this time, I had no As... Saddening... Hahaha... In anyways, xpecting more for UT3, but hmm.... I dont know. We'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) PM Lee's coming 2 RP for Official opening ceremony. Hahaha... So, yeahh...There's nothing much for me to say about that, but yeahh.. That was just some general info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Involved in PM Visit, which means spending more money on clothes, since pants/skirt and shirt need to get on my own. Mum disagrees, but she still gave me a 100 bucks to spend &lt;em&gt;(hesitantly, that is)&lt;/em&gt;. And so, I bought my pants &lt;em&gt;(I hardly wear a skirt - u can try asking me to wear)&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha... and I also bought my white top. Goshh... I've really grown... I guess.. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Is still saving $$$ to get more stuffs for certain people and myself. Like.... hmm, watches, bag, more clothes, accessories... Hahaha... Anyone want to sponsor? Now, I'm currently out of $$$. Saddening... Which means, more $$$ needs to be saved in lets say... 1 weeks time... Haishh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Feelings changed. Dat sucks big time. Shouldnt haf had any for him in the 1st place. I guess, that's what I call Infatuation. But shucks... I dont know my feelings well. Let time decide lahh... Go with the flow. If it's meant to be, its meant to be &lt;em&gt;(which I doubt so -  coz he's attached)&lt;/em&gt;. So, yeahh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Sem 1 is coming 2 an end. I am so going to miss my classmates, esp the BIG, COMPLICATED family, which makes me the so-called "aunt". Hahahaha... and having a chinese mum with a golden monkey as a pet and a niece who never knows who her real mum is. Hahahaha. Crapp, I know. But it was purely for entertainment purposes and started during Enterprise lesson. Dont know whats in store for me for Sem 2, but, again, shall juz go with the flow. Hehe... That's me. Indecisive me &lt;em&gt;(and trust me, its no good thing!)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gossh.. 6 things. I guess theres nothing more. I am practically rushing thru this post, because I am going to visit a long distance relative, who is related to my grandmother &lt;em&gt;(so is somehow related to my family + me)&lt;/em&gt;, and who came all the way from Boyan &lt;em&gt;(Im not good at places, I dont know where that is, but thats where my granny came from)&lt;/em&gt;, and yeahh... I guess that makes me the ONLY child again &lt;em&gt;(has its advantages and disadvantages - but more to disadvantages to me)&lt;/em&gt;. Haish... Lonely lonely me =_(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayy... That's about it for now. Till next time `Adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-643001000006649930?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/643001000006649930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=643001000006649930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/643001000006649930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/643001000006649930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2007/07/been-quite-some-time-now.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-2283613475449187406</id><published>2007-07-11T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T21:00:45.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just find this cute, adorable, funny, amusing. Hahaha... So cute Baby Ally. RIGHT BACK AT YA! WHATEVER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="380"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/In5uec02E8U"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/In5uec02E8U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute, huh?! Hehehe.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-2283613475449187406?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/2283613475449187406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=2283613475449187406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/2283613475449187406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/2283613475449187406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-just-find-this-cute-adorable-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-347985200971168840</id><published>2007-07-10T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T23:05:56.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why some people just cannot back off arh..? Unlucky me? My fate? Or is just THEM? or HER? Oh wells, people just need to know everyone's patience has a limit. When someone is nice to you, better appreciate it and be nice to them (unless you're having your mood swings or PMS). That is excused. Hehe... Don't take someone being nice for granted. Dont just step on their head, thinking, "Heyy, this person is nice to me. I'm sure she'll still be nice to me even when I do something wrong to her..." You Are So Wrong, my friend! So wrong! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp; there is no need to tell another person about something one person has done wrong. If there's a need to tell, why not tell the whole class, school or world? I'll gladly help.&amp;amp; when you have a faci who follows strictly to the time, better follow his timeline and instructions, if you dont want to be downgraded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, that's all I have to say. On a lighter note, NDP Preview was okay. I just love certain parts of it. What else can I say? Let the pictures do the talking! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085582689735241042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RpOegwGLbVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/bUAlOkxJ2Zg/s200/DSC00922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the hosts are going to come from the sea into these Fiat Punto cars! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085571445510859938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RpOUSQGLbKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/1xp_4tSI6VQ/s200/DSC00934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the parachuters...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085571445510859954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RpOUSQGLbLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/CQqVZCjmHzA/s200/DSC00950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the contingents.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085583578793471330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RpOfUgGLbWI/AAAAAAAAAGM/kqxMP3QAYGA/s200/DSC00961.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the contingents with the GOH. NDP 07.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085576002471161042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RpOYbgGLbNI/AAAAAAAAAFE/fnsy_9z8TcY/s200/DSC00969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the cannons are only behind the stage. kinda near.. behind the cannon, construction of IR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085576006766128354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RpOYbwGLbOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TGA0vr0coGI/s200/DSC01003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the thing i love... the Apache plane..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085576011061095666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RpOYcAGLbPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/qCBR_8BuaV0/s200/DSC01092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;whats dat on top of the building? Fireworks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Besides going for NDP on a Saturday, I also went for my cuzzie's birthday celebration at jurong east. Again, I'll let the pictures do the talking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085579275236240642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RpObaAGLbQI/AAAAAAAAAFc/9MHxOuDWi-4/s200/DSC01099.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; the cake... looks creamy... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085579279531207954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RpObaQGLbRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/VHj1qf6zqyk/s200/DSC01105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;me &amp; cuzzie Putra. he looks emo w/ d hairstyle &amp;amp; a retard smiling liddat. (hehehe!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085579288121142562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RpObawGLbSI/AAAAAAAAAFs/gMQhcEu04Hw/s200/DSC01107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me &amp; cuzzie nurul...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085579292416109874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RpObbAGLbTI/AAAAAAAAAF0/tZ_NZo7q9ow/s200/DSC01108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me . Cuzzie Fya . Cuzzie Nurul.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Okayy.. Thats about it for the weekends. Anyways, My sis claimed that I'm having dark rings around my eyes. Shucks... Only that I wear specs, so, it's kinda covered. Ohh... The wonders of specs. Hahaha... Then, ohh... In school, on Monday, ate ice-cream. Was craving for Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's Ice-Cream after that day at Vivo. Yumm... I think it's nice. Even though it's kinda expensive. Haishh... There's so many things I want to buy. I just wish I had the $$$. But that doesnt seem like the case. So, yeahh... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sleepy... *yawns* Till next time `Adios. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-347985200971168840?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/347985200971168840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=347985200971168840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/347985200971168840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/347985200971168840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2007/07/why-some-people-just-cannot-back-off.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RpOegwGLbVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/bUAlOkxJ2Zg/s72-c/DSC00922.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-6526500042270638153</id><published>2007-07-07T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T13:23:15.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gawd... When I come to think of it, there's so many things happening in July. Both school &amp; home. &amp;amp; I have to get quite a lot of stuffs, which means, more money going to be spent. What's with birthday celebrations @ Chalet, Appointment ceremony, PM Visit. &amp; What about Helicon Retreat? Hmm... In anyways, putting that aside, let's talk about the recet stuffs. What happen YESTERDAY??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, Went to Vivo, with Hadi, Alvin, Jonathan, Lisa &amp;amp; Natasha... I'll let the pictures do the talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084317602823236658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Ro8f7AGLbDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/NySxHEdmqrg/s200/DSC00871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Alvin &amp; hadi on the "See-saw".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084310090925435810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Ro8ZFwGLa6I/AAAAAAAAACs/YdtC0avhL8Q/s200/DSC00872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hadi is deprived of childhood. dun mind him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084310090925435826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Ro8ZFwGLa7I/AAAAAAAAAC0/LyxS9xMAxFU/s200/DSC00879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;help! alvin is stuck! (he's a pig, dats y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084310095220403138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Ro8ZGAGLa8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/-QGcb8HlOfs/s200/DSC00875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Us @ Vivo (with Hadi, taking the picture)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then, we went to the 3rd level. Where there's water. &amp; see the scenery. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084318826888916082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Ro8hCQGLbHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/o0kBb-xHktw/s200/P06-07-07_20.01.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Cool shot. Credits to Alvin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084312234114116578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Ro8bCgGLa-I/AAAAAAAAADM/-YkP4iXP9k8/s200/P06-07-07_20.00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Alvin &amp; Hadi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;amp; then, off to E-Zone. Hmm, sadly, didnt capture any photos. But it was fun! &amp; we get to know certain "facts" about certain people. Haha... We played that table game. I dont know what's it called. It's like table Hockey?? Haha... I seriously dunno. But yeah, We had FUN! Natasha was known for being good at washing clothes...! Hahaha... &amp;amp; when it's over, we went to BEN &amp; JERRY'S!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084315378030177266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Ro8d5gGLa_I/AAAAAAAAADU/AlmhMKkkgNc/s200/DSC00890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Natasha &amp; Hadi. Seems so engrossed talking about the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084315382325144578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Ro8d5wGLbAI/AAAAAAAAADc/OZJfvSKnAYs/s200/DSC00893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jonathan is so hardworking! Doing RJ at Ben &amp; Jerry's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084315386620111890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Ro8d6AGLbBI/AAAAAAAAADk/-5c1cHPBzE0/s200/DSC00896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Candid Shot! Credits to Hadi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084315390915079202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Ro8d6QGLbCI/AAAAAAAAADs/_j93dumZGck/s200/DSC00901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Promoting RP @ Ben &amp; Jerry's?? &amp;amp; rmb 1st Sept? Why?! Hee...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084317602823236674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Ro8f7AGLbEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/kq6Re_dUPP4/s200/P06-07-07_21.16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is what we're going to eat. BEFORE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084317607118203986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Ro8f7QGLbFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/yK8DuFD1AEk/s200/P06-07-07_21.36%5B02%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&amp; AFTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;That's It. &amp;amp; Made our way home. I was the only one staying at the West area. Reached home around 11:15. Today, I'm going to watch NDP Preview with Natasha. I hope its going to be GREAT! Will capture some pictures &amp;amp; update again yeahh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh wells, what can I say? In the midst of business, there're always time for FUN!! Next stop, Velocity! Then, maybe, Marina Square?? Hahaha... Till next time people. `Adios.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-6526500042270638153?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/6526500042270638153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=6526500042270638153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/6526500042270638153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/6526500042270638153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2007/07/gawd.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Ro8f7AGLbDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/NySxHEdmqrg/s72-c/DSC00871.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-2244824199507133250</id><published>2007-07-04T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T23:34:47.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First &amp; the Last (hopefully)</title><content type='html'>&amp; so, today is 4th July. Nothing much about today, except lesser and lesser people are coming to class. Today had Enterprise. Team dynamics not that good, but oklah... Still a great job done, exceptionally WELL DONE! Yesterday, shall be a memorable day for me, due to a few reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd July. Dixon's birthday. Wished him Happy Birthday in the morning. Then, went on to treating him for Lunch. Dont know what he ate. Then, at first, thought of going home straight. Was tired &amp;amp; sleepy anyways. But, I thought, "It's your bestfriend's birthday, for goodness sake. Pity him, coz no one want to celebrate with him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; so, with my kindness (I'm naturally kind-hearted! Haha.), I went to celebrate with him. Went to swensens Jurong Point. Mind you, SWENSENS.&lt;br /&gt;Wahh... Shocked. Everything also he want to eat. So, guess what we ordered? Or rather, HE ordered. 2 Pizzas, 1 Breaded Chicken (for him), 1 burger (for me), 1 Calamari Rings, 1 Fries, &amp;amp; 1 Lime Freeze (for him). I actually predicted that it will cost around 53 bucks ++, and he predicted that it will cost around 54 bucks ++. In the end, can guess how much it costs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083357978280291202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Rou3JgGLa4I/AAAAAAAAACc/UfEXrFKfGr8/s200/Image(605).jpg" border="0" /&gt;Just in case you cant see, let me MAGNIFY it for you. 66.95 including GST &amp; Service Charge!! Wow!! I'm so amazed, NOT!! I'm shocked rather! 66.95 + the 10 bucks I gave him for lunch = 76.95 approx. 77 bucks. Ok arh, maybe its for 2 person. But when I come to think of it, I only ask for about 21 bucks of it. Where the other 50 go? Haiz... First time I spend diz much on 1 person on his birthday treat... Don't know whether this is the last... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp; i think this is so random, but I feel like eating ice-cream. Weather is so freaking hot. Can't stand it sometimes. Haish... Ohh, and I'm looking forward to Friday, Saturday &amp; next Friday &amp;amp; next Saturday. Off to Vivo on Friday, then, watch NDP preview on Saturday (I got tix!), and Apptment Ceremony next Friday and Birthday Chalet next Saturday. Enjoying myself... Ohh yeahh, You people are invited to come to the chalet. Free food for everyone! Hahaha... More details, IM me okayy...? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's 11:26 and I'm not asleep. Everyone else is. Except for my 1st sis who will only be back at 3 am. I think I should transfer myself to the room, so Mum won't nag. But, I'm just lazy... Fira is lazy... Hehe.. =) Had a nap in the afternoon. Now cant sleep yet... Yeahh, dats all there is to it. 3rd July. Very memorable... =) Till next time `Adios.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-2244824199507133250?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/2244824199507133250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=2244824199507133250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/2244824199507133250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/2244824199507133250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2007/07/first-last-hopefully.html' title='First &amp; the Last (hopefully)'/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Rou3JgGLa4I/AAAAAAAAACc/UfEXrFKfGr8/s72-c/Image(605).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-7183487290068242492</id><published>2007-07-01T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T01:19:21.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its 12:41 am &amp; I just got home like around 40 min ago. Went out with my family, but NOT to go to National Stadium &amp;amp; watch the soccer match okayy... I'm so enthu about it, NOT!!! Ok, I was enthu about the fireworks thing, I admit, but not the soccer match. Bleargh~ Anyways, I have to say, I think I am going to miss the National Stadium. The NDP held there, the SYF Band Competition... WoHoo!! Reminisce the memories.... But I heard its going to turn into something better. Well well... What have I got to say..? Hope I'll live to see it. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, actually, just went out and brought Dad's friend from KL around Singapore. Where did we go...? Geylang &amp; Causewaypoint. Hehehe... I got a chance to go for my retail therapy. Bought a handbag from Metro and black pants from G2000 blu. Actually, asked Mum for more, but she got angry instead. Sheesh~ Can't I pamper myself for a moment?? Guess Not... *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, went to fetch Sis from work before sending Dad's friend back to the hotel. Okayy, I'm not criticising anybody, but sometimes I wonder, why teens like to show-off when they have a driving license arh...? Hahaha... They drive like as if there's no tomorrow. Speed here &amp;amp; there, cut lanes, no signals and stuffs like dat... I just dont understand. Maybe I dont coz I dun haf a driving license yet, but even if I do, I would be scared to death to be driving like dat lahh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; another thing, whats with the trend now that guys start to hold hands with another guy? Again, I'm not criticising anybody. Please dont be offended, but I'm just wondering... Seems like a busybody...?? No choice. I've always thought DCID students are busybodies. Hahaha... In anyways, yeahh... Is it a trend? Or what...? Haizz... =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need money... I'm cash-strapped &amp;amp; Mum wouldnt return me my pass to having more cash. Friends birthdays are coming up and I've got no money to spend. How nice! Plus Vivo trip, plus several new clothes... Shucks~ All this within mid July. Great~ Any idea how I can get fast &amp;amp; easy money without asking from my parents? Hahaha... =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. But I just cant sleep. Haizz... It's just ANOTHER infatuation, I believe. Yes, it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, dat was random. Dont bother. Till next time `Adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS. Natasha, I miss you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-7183487290068242492?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/7183487290068242492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=7183487290068242492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/7183487290068242492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/7183487290068242492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-1241-am-i-just-got-home-like-around.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-3660524594753148306</id><published>2007-06-29T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T23:41:54.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp; i just got back home.. From Bugis... Hehehe... Went slacking &amp;amp; window shopping with Nadiah, Ainul and Saiful. Lets just sayy, I was supposed 2 do some retail therapy, but didnt found anything that caught my eye, except for that Casio Baby-G watch, which cost..... I shan't say... It was FUN lah... Really. I tink it was. Me n Dee felt like tourists. Like 1st time come Singapore. Hahaha... &lt;em&gt;(d word for it in malay is jakun.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went from Bugis junction to Bugis street. Then, Bugis Street to OG, then OG to Bugis Street again, and Bugis Street to Bugis Junction again and finally off to Bugis Street again and then off to Home. Hahaha.. These the places we went to, to be exact. Hahaha... Crazy people, I know. But heyy, we just wanted to kill time and its been quite some time ever since I went to Bugis. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just window shopped. Look for Sai's shirt, Dee's jacket w/ the hood. Haha.. Quite havoc lahh we all... Hahaha... In anyways, doesnt really matter where I go, as long as I have the right company. Hehe. In the end, Dee bought the jacket w/ the hood. Nicee... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't think of &lt;strike&gt;him&lt;/strike&gt; much though. After all, I didnt want it to go further than just a crush. Haha... I dont dare to consider it Love. Whoa... If it is, then, I hafta say, its dangerous. I'm crossing the border, the line, whatever it is. It just feels weird, when didnt hear anything from &lt;strike&gt;him&lt;/strike&gt;. Like something seems to be amiss. Didnt feel right. But again,I try to refrain, before the worst case scenarios happen. Haha... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yawns* Sleepy... Till next time `Adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I wish you could be my MR. RIGHT, but i know it just WON'T happen &amp;amp; NEVER WILL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-3660524594753148306?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/3660524594753148306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=3660524594753148306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/3660524594753148306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/3660524594753148306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-just-got-back-home.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-3424565580303206961</id><published>2007-06-25T08:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T08:49:44.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been quite some time. No time to update altho'der's simply too much to update. Hehehe... Now I'm in school. It's 8:17, the time on my lappy. I'll try to update as much as possible before 9, coz dat's when my lesson starts. So, first things first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you guys watch the News? Something about 30 Hour Famine?? Well, if you do, then you may find the school familiar, coz it's RP!! Hahaha... I participated in the 30 Hour Famine, where the name says it all. No food for 30 Hours... Duh?! But of course,you can only drink plain water. Objective?? To experience what kids in other countries experience, like Zambia, Cambodia, Uzbekistan and all those countries with poverty. Seriously, I pity them. This just made me learn to treasure all the necessities I haf - clothes, water, food. Never take these things for granted, co those kids in countries with poverty are working for them, begging... Of course, after the 30 Hours, we celebrated it with burgers from Burger King. Hahaha... Yummy! That, to me is a great reward. &amp; trust me, it's worse than when you're fasting... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I made a few new friends. Like, those younger than me, or older or same age. Met some from Damai Sec, TPJC, ACJC and a few others. Cool... Nice to meet them. Basically,dats abt it for 30 Hour Famine. Plus, not to forget 3 CE points. Ohh, you dont want to know what that is. RP students should know. Hehehe... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, what else should I update about? Ohh yes, some problems occurred in class also. But I shant talk about that lah. Waste of time... Should just leave all the bad things behind. Then, erm, spend time with the Malays in class. Nadiah, Aznee, Ainul &amp; Saiful. I seriously think that spending time with them is more worth it than thinking about the problems. At least, there's no arguments (which tires me out). Hahaha... Most of the time der's only laughter. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yea, hang out with them. Went to Westmall the other time. Just for dinner at BK and walk around. Dickson also followed, but pity him. He doesnt understand a single thing we said/talked about. "It's ok, Dixon. Most of the time we're just insulting one another, so ders no nid for you to know! Hahaha..." =)&lt;br /&gt;Besides that we also watched DVD. Today's Monday, so I dare to say it. Pochong 2. Hahaha... &amp; we are really daring people I should say. Coz we watched it on Thursday noon. Crazy people... It was fun, really. Screaming, shouting in class... But the effect of that is still being scared even over the minor things. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayy.. 8:45. I think der's nothing much for me to update anymore. Just updating to kill time... Kkays... Till Next Time `Adios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-3424565580303206961?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/3424565580303206961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=3424565580303206961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/3424565580303206961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/3424565580303206961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2007/06/been-quite-some-time_25.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-746164345537828572</id><published>2007-06-15T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T16:16:05.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyy... Just feel like updating some stuffs... Hmm, lets see... Firstly, I watched DVDs recently and 1 show actually made me learn quite a valuable lesson. Ever heard of Little Miss Sunshine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076197263609280690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RnJGhDM9uLI/AAAAAAAAACU/MXNXiZNki3Y/s200/littlemisssunshine.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This show is sort of about a family on the verge of a breakdown. Chaotic, Havoc... Whatever words you can use to describe problematic, that's the family... It's quite a hilarious show, but when come to think of it, some valuable lessons can be learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this part, where 1 guy actually told another that he wishes he can sleep from the time he was born, till he was 18. Then, he wouldnt have to go thru all the problems, be it school or family. &amp; then, the guy responded, saying that actually, if he didnt went thru all the problems, would he know about what is right &amp;amp; what is wrong??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go! Lesson learnt. Imagine yourself not doing anything else besides sitting around at home, not doing anything, besides eating, sleeping and watching tv. Would you know what's going on outside? Would it made you learn about anything in this world? I doubt so. If you had encounter some problems, setbacks, sufferings or whatever you call it, it is usually the cause of your own mistakes &amp; those sufferings are the ones which made you the person you are now. You'll learn from your mistakes and wont repeat it so you wont have to go thru another suffering again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think Little Miss Sunshine is a GREAT show! It's hilarious... but at the same time when you're laughing, think of what you can learn from the show, if you havent watch it. Yeah?! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; just a random note:-&lt;br /&gt;I am Fira the 64% Angel of Hope flying with an Eagle (with Hadi as my supervisor. Hahaha...).&lt;br /&gt;[This is written for Alvin's sake (whom I think seems a bit crazy yesterday). I did a quiz and I was an Angel of Hope before I was brought down to Earth. Hahaha... Suppose to be written on MSN nick, but I don't think I'm going to do it. So, just for some fun, something RANDOM, as said earlier, I wrote it in my blog.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... &amp;amp; the quiz was done just to kill my boredom. So, yeahh... =P&lt;br /&gt;Till next time, people!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-746164345537828572?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/746164345537828572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=746164345537828572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/746164345537828572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/746164345537828572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2007/06/heyy.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RnJGhDM9uLI/AAAAAAAAACU/MXNXiZNki3Y/s72-c/littlemisssunshine.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-2185889798195170055</id><published>2007-06-13T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T00:37:23.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been quite some time... I'm soo lazy to update. Coz there's hardly anything to update... Only now, there's something to update. Today, I went to ECP with SiLing, Aznee, KwangNam, BoShen &amp; Doel... Some &lt;strike&gt;bastard&lt;/strike&gt; actually pulled out at the last min... So, lets nt talk about him... Hahaha... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started by meeting SiLing, Bo &amp;amp; Doel at Bedok Interchange... Was darn sleepy, coz I was talking to SiLing till 1 am the previous day. I KO-ed in the train, for the whole 19 stops, which I was standing... &amp;amp; then, waited for Nam &amp; Aznee, &amp;amp; made our way to ECP. Reach there abt 2+. Then, some are hungry. So, we went to Mac to eat. Played truth or dare a while... It was soo funny lah.. Haha... The dares were funny &amp; the truths... You'll never know what we came up w/... Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, me &amp;amp; SiLing went cycling. Rent 1 hr, Free 1 hr, Free 1 drink for just 5 bucks. Would you take the offer??! OF COURSE LAH!! We did... The other 3 werent much into cycling. So, me &amp; SiLing went cycling frm area C all the way to are E, the jetty. Just to look at people fishing &amp;amp; stuffs... Haha... It was fun arh. Coz we reached the area in arnd 20 min. So, you can imagine how fast we cycled, even tho' it was just 2 areas away... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Bo took over my place &amp; went cycling w/ SiLing. I joined the rest to play bowling. Goodness! I just realised how I &lt;strike&gt;sucked&lt;/strike&gt; at bowling, after not playing for soooo long. &amp;amp; I really mean, SOOO LOOONG.... We had fun, coz all of us had our own way of playing &amp; we just laughed and create jokes out of it. Hehehe... =) Then, went to play Arcade. Haha... This was exciting!! What's with ParaPara &amp;amp; Racing &amp; all... Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I hadnt been cycling for quite some time, so, my legs are somehow aching now, thanks to that quite long &amp;amp; fast cycle I had. After that, made our way out of ECP. Some went home, some went somewhere else, I went town (Cineleisure) with SiLing &amp; Doel... Played pool for a while, &amp;amp; it was time for me to go home. SiLing &amp; Doel played summore. I had to encounter something scary w/ a taxi driver (since I want to reach home early!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: Where you want go?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Bt Batok St........&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ahh, Uncle. Can you go by this road...then, this road...?&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: Ok, can...&lt;br /&gt;(I fell asleep for a while, coz I was kinda tired).&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uncle, where is this?&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: The road you ask me to take.&lt;br /&gt;(starts to get further away from the main road).&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uncle, where is this place?&lt;br /&gt;(No answer)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uncle, can you please take me back to near the main road?&lt;br /&gt;(No answer)&lt;br /&gt;(Had a few turns, and I saw the main road).&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uncle, can stop here??&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nah, Uncle, keep the change.&lt;br /&gt;(I ran away.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was freaking out in the taxi. Like HELLO??!! If I ask him to go by the road, of course, I'll be familiar with it &amp; it's still in the main road. Not anywhere far away from it! I'm no pretty lady, I'm not dressing skimpily. I can consider myself like a rubbish bin, coz not many ppl will look on the good side of me &amp;amp; nobody wants me also... What's wrong with the uncle? I sms-ed SiLing and she called me when I was at A.M.K station. I told some people this, &amp; they can laugh at me (Hadi, you're not the only one!). I was scared stiff in the taxi. I ran away to whereever there's many ppl or to just somewhere familiar to me. In the end, I came to A.M.K. I know the area coz my granny stays there. I ran to the MRT station &amp;amp; took MRT home instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid uncle... Next time if it's late &amp; I want to reach home earlier, I shall just take the train or the bus. It's safer... Or maybe, just call somebody to pick me up or something. I will still take taxi lah, but must have company. &amp; today, I forgot to take pictures. Brought my cam, with fully recharged batts, but forgot to take pictures. Watthehell?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp; i'm going to try and learn how to play pool. Coz I saw ppl playing &amp;amp; it looks fun. I feel stupid not knowing how to play... Hehe... So, I'm going to try... Dunno how, Dunno when, but just wen I have the free time... Haha... &amp; maybe, continue on my roller-blading, since I still cant make a turn when blading. Shucks~! There's so many things I want to do... But, I think there's just no enough time to do all of it... Take it sloowww and steeaadyyy... Hehe...After all, it's never too old to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, if you guys are willing to, read my entry okayy... I think this is quite a looong entry. Can get boring, coz there's no pictures or anything, but just be grateful I actually updated kayy... Hehe =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time` Adios.&lt;br /&gt;P.S/ I miss a lot of people already... =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-2185889798195170055?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/2185889798195170055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=2185889798195170055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/2185889798195170055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/2185889798195170055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2007/06/been-quite-some-time.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-652746288837545997</id><published>2007-06-07T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T21:03:22.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK!!</title><content type='html'>I'm BACK! BACK! BACK! Back from 3D2N SA Training Camp!! Anybody misses me?? Hehehe... Nahh... I doubt so... Sad seh... =( In anyways, I had 3 days of pure FUN, FUN &amp; MORE FUN!! Hahaha... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasnt really excited about it at first... I'm not so much into camping... So, 1st day, everyone in my team wasnt that enthu about it. Haiz... Until it gave me a feeling of pure SIANzation. Haha. Activities were great! What's with playing with water, ice-breaking games, cheering &amp; stuffs...&lt;br /&gt;2nd day, was much better. But, I didnt have a good sleep on the 1st night. Seriously. It wasnt good. I woke up every hour, coz it was damn freaking cold, &amp; i was shivering, &amp;amp; we were sleeping on parquet flooring... My whole body was aching when I woke up... Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah... Back to 2nd day. My team was much more enthu. We were running around, here &amp; there. The Hyper-Me came out from nowhere. Hahaha... It was just crazy lah... That was at noon... &amp;amp; then, at night, I couldnt sleep. So, decided to just mingle around, &amp; ended up playing Heart Attack with Nadiah, Ivy, Jessica, Jin, WenHao &amp;amp; Alvin. It was soo funny playing with them lah... I had a good laugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; then, 2nd night. I had a much better sleep.  Really, really... Maybe because I was too tired to even think about the parquet flooring &amp; those orchestras or choirs or whatever you call them... Haha... I slept at 3 am &amp;amp; woke up at 7.30. Wohoo!! &amp; that was enough to perk me up, till 12 pm today. Waited for the Seniors to go lunch &amp;amp; had our lunch at KFC. Sheesh...Talking about KFC, reminds me of Chicken. Our lunch &amp; dinner 4 2 days was chicken. Not that I wasnt happy about it. I was, but I swear after this, I'm not going to eat chicken for 1 whole week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached home at about 4.15 &amp; went straight to the toilet. Hahaha... Then, unpacked my stuff from my bag a little. Then, I really cannot take it. Just took my favourite pillow &amp;amp; went to sleep till about 7. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a really great time arh.. This is just somethings about my camp,described briefly. Doesnt matter how I put it in words. All I know is, I had a great time, THANX to the camp committee &amp; everyone who is involve in making the camp a really good one for us. I'm sure most of the year 1s will share the same opinion as me.. Hmm... I had a great time doing the macho claps, Ye Ye SaBule, SA Eh...Bah... &amp;amp; much much more..!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time`Adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-652746288837545997?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/652746288837545997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=652746288837545997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/652746288837545997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/652746288837545997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2007/06/back.html' title='BACK!!'/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-3923905466218637729</id><published>2007-06-03T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T10:40:34.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Morning, Morning everyone!! Okayy, Hadi asked me to do blog quizzes. So, Hadi, for you... Here are my answers... =) Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="200" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You are White Chocolate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofchocolateareyouquiz/white-chocolate.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are White Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;You are sweet, caring, and truly very innocent.&lt;br /&gt;Whether your naive ways are a bit of act or not, people like to take care of you.&lt;br /&gt;You are a quiet flirt, and your power is often underestimated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofchocolateareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Chocolate Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="200" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have a Phlegmatic Temperament&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattempermentareyouquiz/phlegmatic.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mild mannered and laid back, you take life at a slow pace.&lt;br /&gt;You are very consistent - both in emotions and actions.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to absorb set backs easily. You are cool and collected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is difficult to offend you. You can remain composed and unemotional.&lt;br /&gt;You are a great friend and lover. You don't demand much of others.&lt;br /&gt;While you are quiet, you have a subtle wit that your friends know well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you are lazy and unwilling to work at anything.&lt;br /&gt;You often get stuck in a rut, without aspirations or dreams.&lt;br /&gt;You can get too dependent on others, setting yourself up for abandonment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattempermentareyouquiz/"&gt;What Temperment Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st one, White Chocolate... Hmm, I think this is quite true about me. Yeap yeap. The 2nd one about Phlegmatic Temperament. 90% True... The other 10% is for my friends to judge me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're bored, do blog quizzes!! It helps you to understand yourself better... At least, for me lah.. So, I have to Thank Hadi for asking me to do this. Thankx, Hadi!! *winks* ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-3923905466218637729?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/3923905466218637729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=3923905466218637729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/3923905466218637729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/3923905466218637729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2007/06/morning-morning-everyone-okayy-hadi.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-1046983125538690796</id><published>2007-06-02T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T23:01:22.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp; so, I made it thru to SA!!! Hahaha... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A reply to the tags:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zul: Thanx! I made it thru!! =) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryna: Heyy, babe. U're Linked!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadi: Thanx! I've linked U! (&amp; i thot you're always hyper?!! no?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Saturday... 1st Day of school Vacation!!! Hahaha... But of course, there are always things to do. Like, SA Training Camp &amp; my class East Coast Park trip.. Hehe... So yeah, where was I? A saturday. Yeap, became like the only daughter again &lt;em&gt;(anak tunggal)&lt;/em&gt;, even though I have sisters. All because they all have their own stuffs to do, except ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today, slacked at home. Didn't do anything much. &amp; then, had an afternoon nap, before going to Granny's place. Ate dinner, watch TV &amp;amp; went home... Ok, I know. You guys must be thinking, "Fira, no life arh??!". Like, HELLO!! Do I have a choice?? Well, I don't. Haha... So, I just have to go ahead with where my parents are going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; shucks, I havent done any shopping!!! It's the Great Singapore Sale &amp;amp; no shopping??? Darn! Mummy didnt allow me to, all because I just spent 1k on my school fees. &amp; it's all Thanks to my Mendaki Financial Assistance, which replied so late &amp;amp; in the end, didn't approve. Damn It!! So, I had to pay using my own money 1k+, before I applied for another financial assistance next year... I only got a chance to go for Retail Therapy. Got dat? Retail Therapy... NOT shopping!! &amp; I guess, I have to give the GSS a miss, coz I'll be spending more money soon, what's with chalets &amp; stuffs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh...! Anyone want to sponsor me?? Hahaha... I doubt anybody's willing. It's OK! I'll find ways to save... Oh, &amp; I need a change of handphone, BADLY!! but but but, my current phone isn't 2 years yet, &amp;amp; I cant change... Damn it! So now I just have to make do with what I have. Haiz... Sianx~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I was at granny's house just now, &amp; i think the moon was soo full &amp;amp; round, &amp; no cloud was blocking it. So, it was like damn clear from my view &amp;amp; i soo admire it lah... Can?? Just that, maybe no guy was with me lah... Doesnt really make it memorable. If a guy was there, maybe I'll never ever forget the guy lah... Can?? Hahaha... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I guess that's about it. Just some words of wisdom, "It's NOT the Quantity, but the Quality of Life that matters."&lt;br /&gt;Till next time `Adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-1046983125538690796?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/1046983125538690796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=1046983125538690796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/1046983125538690796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/1046983125538690796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-i-made-it-thru-to-sa-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-6699517018050586509</id><published>2007-05-31T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T19:26:32.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY VESAK DAY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a holiday today! &amp; School's closing for 2 weeks soon! Great! Yesterday, I had Enterprise. We re-shuffled ourselves just like how we did in Science. Hahaha.... Naughty Naughty... We just came up with a reason to stick to whichever group we want. Haha... &amp;amp; yesterday was supposed to be Movie day for W25N, but it was cancelled because very few people are going. Surprisingly, Enterprise ended early. So, I slacked in class &amp; watched Heroes with a few others. Seriously speaking, that was my 1st time watching Heroes, &amp;amp; I'm hooked onto it. Sheesh.... I must find the videos &amp; watch it... =)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then, went for DCID Bonding Session. Hmm, not bad. But maybe, I'm kinda lonely lah. Nevermind about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let me ask you this. How would you feel, if after you share your form of happiness with someone, she took it away &amp; made it her own? Angry? Well, that's how I feel. I asked someone, who is very close to me, to cheer this person up, since I tried, but to no avail. &amp;amp; then, this someone who is very close to me, somehow was taken away by her, made this person her close friend &amp; left me alone, as if I dont even exist. I mean, if it weren't for me, she would still be unhappy. I'm not being selfish. It's just that the someone who is very close to me, was some form of happiness for me, &amp;amp; this someone easily gets distracted because of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just dont want to lose a close friend. It feels weird. Just like whatever happen before between me &amp; another person who is important to me. It just feels like something is missing. You are smiling, you are happy, but in your heart, it doesnt feel complete when something is wrong between you &amp;amp; someone important to you. Imagine a jigsaw puzzle with 1 piece missing. That's how my heart is feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do. I'll just keep quiet &amp; don't care about her, I guess. Life just has its ups &amp;amp; downs. When you're up, someone will put you down. When you're down, it's hard to get back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"With my help,&lt;br /&gt;She's up there,&lt;br /&gt;Sings like an angel.&lt;br /&gt;While I'm lost down here,&lt;br /&gt;with no one to pick me up,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; bring me back up..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also currently waiting for news. News about whether I'm accepted into SA. Well, I really don't know. I do have thoughts about quitting at times, but now that SA Fund Raising Event is over, I'm beginning to miss them. Each &amp; Every person in MM2. My darlings &amp;amp; eye-candy. The nice people around... I kept on looking at the photos. Whatever the result is, I know I gave my best shot. I'm sure everyone did too... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayy... Till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-6699517018050586509?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/6699517018050586509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=6699517018050586509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/6699517018050586509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/6699517018050586509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-vesak-day-its-holiday-today.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-4979548456669707514</id><published>2007-05-29T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T22:44:46.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>END OF SA FUND RAISING EVENT!!! Wohoo! MM2 &amp; MM3 Rawks!! Loove them loads! Of course, I'm more closer to my own MM, which is MM2!!! With bro YaoXing as the OIC, and Lisa as the AIC, I think we did a great job! We're just waiting for the evaluation results. I don't know whether I'm going to end up in SA eventually,but it doesnt matter. Coz' I really enjoyed the process. Getting to know the people, the conflicts &amp;amp; jokes we had, the stress we shared...... Haha... I enjoyed all of it. Thanx, people!!! &amp; then, I'll let the pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069977317139688658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Rlwtgg9mLNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/4eL75hlLY0M/s200/DSC00762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069977321434655970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Rlwtgw9mLOI/AAAAAAAAAA8/fEP02HL9Nb0/s200/DSC00763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069977330024590594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RlwthQ9mLQI/AAAAAAAAABM/Wx_DTZdaqII/s200/DSC00767.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069978180428115234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RlwuSw9mLSI/AAAAAAAAABc/YFgpuBAoXe0/s200/DSC00769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069979318594448690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RlwvVA9mLTI/AAAAAAAAABk/kZb9kNtHDVA/s200/DSC00764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, from the top:-&lt;br /&gt;1) part of MM2. There's more, but they weren't able to come.&lt;br /&gt;2) Me &amp; Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;3) Me &amp;amp; Natasha.&lt;br /&gt;4) Me &amp; bro YaoXing.&lt;br /&gt;5) Me &amp;amp; Zarina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Natasha, Cheryl, Zarina &amp; Me make up the Events Dept in MM2. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Loove Loove MM2 lah...Can?? Ohh... &amp;amp; not to forget W25N. Rmb the birthday party I told you guys about?? Ok, later will post the pix. &amp; there was this Fri, everyone dress up formally. Cool! Got pix also... Here it is!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069983987223899458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Rlwzkw9mLUI/AAAAAAAAABs/aJtqJ3XJNVE/s200/DSC00724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069983991518866770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RlwzlA9mLVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/DdJYfC7LC0M/s200/DSC00723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069983995813834082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/RlwzlQ9mLWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/looOJz8ztxM/s200/DSC00753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069984000108801394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Rlwzlg9mLXI/AAAAAAAAACE/C01eNBIlD3Q/s200/DSC00752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Wohoo! Some of the pics. Want to put a few more, but I think der's gg to be too much later on. So yeap... From top to bottom:-&lt;br /&gt;1) The 2 cakes for the birthday girl.&lt;br /&gt;2) Part of the class w/ the cakes.&lt;br /&gt;3) Formal day. Me &amp; my Chinese &lt;em&gt;abang&lt;/em&gt;, Doel. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;4) Me &amp;amp; Nadiah!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeap yeap... Nice class to be in. &amp; when I was on my way home from school just now, I purposely alighted at Bukit Batok, and not Bukit Gombak. I have my reasons. I just wanted to reminisce the past a little, about the times I had with a friend at Bukit Batok, before I actually let go of my feelings for him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Rlw22g9mLYI/AAAAAAAAACM/tNqupDV8kDw/s1600-h/DSC00749.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069987590701460866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Rlw22g9mLYI/AAAAAAAAACM/tNqupDV8kDw/s200/DSC00749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You're the light that makes me shine,&lt;br /&gt;You're the hero in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Good friends we shall be,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; just let things be..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeap... This is one loong entry. With pictures... Hehehe... Hope you enjoy reading. Till next time.....Adios~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Bring only your thought &amp;amp; logic,&lt;br /&gt;Leave your heart &amp; feelings..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/7966251640310171626-4979548456669707514?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/4979548456669707514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=4979548456669707514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/4979548456669707514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/4979548456669707514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2007/05/end-of-sa-fund-raising-event-wohoo-mm2.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4_wEcdOT_A/Rlwtgg9mLNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/4eL75hlLY0M/s72-c/DSC00762.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-5925908169718664388</id><published>2007-05-29T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T00:31:31.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I had Communications. Hmm, I got not much comments. Communication is never boring. Except that the problem trigger today is kinda difficult. Let me ask you:- What is the difference between "I say what I mean" &amp; "I mean what I say"? Hahaha... Confused? Ok, me too. But I finally get what it meant just now... Fun, really. Test how good your English is. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then, some problems occurred in SA, but shan't elaborate. I just hope tomorrow is a better day. Sell more, Earn more. Wee~ It's weird. Coz it's 12.15, but Im not a wee bit sleepy... Haiz... I dont know. I just dont feel like sleeping, even though I'm quite tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, tomorrow is Science. Darn it! I dont know why I seem to dislike it, and I also dont know why I always get As for it. Its not a bad thing lah, but it's getting tougher each week &amp; I always couldnt find a solution to the problem. Haiz... But its ok... I'm working hard for it. Oh, &amp;amp; Enterprise is getting better each week. Cool!! Getting As recently. Think creatively &amp; Act Logically... Hahaha... Thats what my sister said. I dont know whether it works. But i think it is. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; thanks to Zul, I'm addicted to this inspirational song by Laura Pausini - The Extra Mile. Surprisingly, if you watch Pokemon, you know, coz its originally from a Pokemon soundtrack. Hahaha... =) Maybe I'll post the music soon. It's just so imspirational. I love it! Thanx, Zul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just something random:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're the light that makes me shine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're the hero in my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you know how important our friendship is to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you know how important you are to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you'll understand why I hide certain things from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm prepared to get hurt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm prepared to suffer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as long as our friendship remains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not prepared to put our friendship on the line,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if it means i'm going to lose you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are my good friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my close friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I dont know if it will be worthwhile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;going the extra mile for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but even if it isnt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll still do it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;coz it just shows how much you mean to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time, people~ Adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-5925908169718664388?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/5925908169718664388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=5925908169718664388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/5925908169718664388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/5925908169718664388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2007/05/today-i-had-communications.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-2118162207705063513</id><published>2007-05-25T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T22:53:36.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;U treat me like dirt/shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;while I treat you like a precious stone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;U treat me like a punching bag for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;while I care so much for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;U dun gif a damn about how I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;while I wish to know about how you feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;U said she doesnt know how 2 appreciate the feeling of being loved,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but DO YOU?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you even want to appreciate the feeling of being loved,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or rather ME loving YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you even know how to appreciate what I've done for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you know how much effort I put in to make you happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but all you can say is, "What have you done for me? I don't remember."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;THANKS! THANKS FOR THAT SENTENCE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It just shows how much I mean to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It just shows how much you care about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It just shows how much the things I did mattered to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;U always look at others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;U always have eyes for others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;U are bothered about how other people look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but you never look at the one right in front of u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you never have eyes for the one right in front of u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you never even bothered about how the one right in front of you looks/feels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;THANKS for the sweet words u said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;THANKS for the sweet things you've done,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;THANKS for the sweet memories u gave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they dont mean anything to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its just a normal thing u do/say to girls,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but it meant something to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;U build me up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;U made me believe in love again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;U made me feel the feeling of love again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp; then, U tear me down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like an old house waiting to be demolished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm so angry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;angry with you for making me fall for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;angry with me coz I believed ur words when I know Im not supposed to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm hating you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hating you more than loving you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is not how I should feel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but this is what I want to feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I swear, I'm NOT going to be the girl whom you can play around with anymore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;coz this should be where my feelings for you should end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It hurts, A LOT,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but I have to, coz you never gave me a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a chance to believe in my dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when you know my dream wouldnt come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I, MAGHFURAH SALIMEN, will get rid of all the love she has for him, with immediate effect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-2118162207705063513?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/2118162207705063513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=2118162207705063513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/2118162207705063513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/2118162207705063513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2007/05/u-treat-me-like-dirtshit-while-i-treat.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-2219558502817989696</id><published>2007-05-23T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T19:04:44.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A HaPpy Day!</title><content type='html'>Hahaha... I'm smiling all the way home today. I dont know why. I just feel happy. Excited. Glad. Haha... Maybe even the feeling of being loved. Ok, firstly, class started great today! Teri Tan came late. She was only present for the 3rd meeting, so, it wasnt that stressful. Hehe... Great... &amp; then, it became a 2-man job. Coz I asked Doel to accompany SiLing to Causeway Point. Hehe... &amp;amp; he dragged Kwang Nam along. Sheesh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, me &amp; Nadiah are left to do the PPT. Went for lunch 1st, then went back class to do. Today happens 2 be Shiying's birthday. Celebrate it with 2 cakes. Yum Yum... I ate lyk 3 slices plus 2 packets of Super Ring. Sheesh... Later fat sia... Hahaha... Then, we did the PPT!!! Wow!!&lt;br /&gt;Was having butterflies in my stomach before the presentation. We scared later we get shoot by the faci. But guess what!!??? WE DIDN'T!!! WE MADE IT THRU WITHOUT ANY QUESTIONS ASKED!!! Instead, she just said, it was clear &amp;amp; to the point. AHHH!!! Me &amp; Nadiah, was like, Thank goodness! Wohoo!! &amp;amp; we rushed to the toilet. Coz it was urgent lah. We were holding it till we end our presentation. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny! but we're so so happy!!! Suddenly, I love my team so much. I dowan 2 change team. Please dun change my team!! &amp; then a few problems crop up 2day also. Maybe not 2 me, but to others. Like, my darlings, Natasha &amp;amp; SiLing. I just hope everything's fine. I love my darlings! Dun cry! Be strong! My shoulders are here for you arh! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Of course, i love someone more!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp; to add a bit more 2 the birthday party, we started singing birthday songs in 3 languages. Haha... English, Chinese &amp;amp; Malay. Hehehe... Crazy us! Will update the pics soon. Hahaha... I had a nice time today. Really, coz something sweet happen. At least I tink its sweet, even though its juz a normal act. Hahaha... I love W25N! I love my darlings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee~ Till next time. =) =) =) =) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*/i cant give u a reason 2 make u love me. i cant control ur feelings. the only thing i can do is prove my love for u thru my actions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-2219558502817989696?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/2219558502817989696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=2219558502817989696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/2219558502817989696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/2219558502817989696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-day.html' title='A HaPpy Day!'/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-7146039285818612141</id><published>2007-05-22T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T15:19:26.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now, i'm in class. I'm so damn bored. My team's done with the presentation. So, here I am blogging. I'm feeling so tired. Not physically, but mentally. Maybe I'm thinking too much about certain stuffs. Stuffs which wasnt suppose to be thot abt. I'm trying to put it at the back of my mind arh. Coz my priority is my studies. Heck... I know myself better than anyone else. So, I'll get over it. In the meantime, I dont know whether I shld drop the thought or not. Coz like the malay song I heard, "nak ku tinggalkan terasa sayang, ingin ku belai tangan tak sampai." which means, "i want to leave, but it would be such a waste coz I love him. on the other hand, i cant have him." Ok, it basically means that way lah... A little direct translation. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, enuf. Coz I shall just let things be arh. I cant do anything also. I can only hope for the best. Hope a miracle or sth like dat can happen (even though I know it won't). Im not going to cry on the outside, coz my tears have all dried up before this happens. Im juz crying on the inside, show a stronger side of me on the outside. Life's like that. You meet with setbacks &amp; you just have to face up to reality. =) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is, I love him. Thats it. Theres no nid 2 haf a reason for it. Yeap... I cant think of what else to write now lah. Going to have Welfare Day today. Dont know what to expect. I'm mentally tired, &amp; i'm gg 2 get myself physically tired too. Haiz... Now, I just feel like sleeping &amp;amp; forgetting everything. Till next time then. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*/prove me wrong will you? i know you wont.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-7146039285818612141?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/7146039285818612141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=7146039285818612141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/7146039285818612141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/7146039285818612141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2007/05/now-im-in-class.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-6157808352702143503</id><published>2007-05-20T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T10:46:03.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyy... Been a few days now, ever since I've blogged. As promised, Im going to talk abt something philosophical or debatable. So, I was on my way home from school the other day, when I saw this group of kids arh. I cant tell whether they are from primary school or secondary school arh, but they were behaving as if they're already adults. It's not that I dont like to see them that way, but I mean, they're still young, and then all the vulgarities &amp; all the wrong words all came out of their mouth, like so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; my friends &amp;amp; I were like just looking at them, smiling to ourselves &amp; shaking our heads at the same time. All their handphones &amp;amp; MP3s all come out of their pockets. They look very young to be in the upper sec, so I guess they are either in the higher primary or lower sec arh. Sheesh... &amp; they are like so full of style in their clothings arh. Even us, poly students, can lose out to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, what is going on arh? I feel like I'm in another world now (not literally). Seeing these kids acting big as if they're like adults &amp; not caring about the ppl around them. Sheesh... Now i realise, how the world is changing. Nt just changing but also changing quickly, in  fast pace. Even early in the morning, I see working adults walking very fast even though they're not even late &amp; the MRT is not even going to be there in 1 minute. So, you see how fast the world is developing? Even people are affected by it. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahh... Now i finally see the changes in the world &amp; who is affected by it. I cant seem to see it before, maybe because at that time, I need not move as fast as these ppl &amp;amp; tend to take things slow. But now that I'm in poly, I seem to be affected by it, coz I guess, I need to be fast-paced to catch up w/ the world &amp; everything that's changing... How do you feel? The difference between when you were in secondary school &amp;amp; now, in JC/Poly?? Is the difference wide? Generation gap?? There's so many possibilities. (Reminds me when I'm doing a problem statement in school!) Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayy, give ur comments aites... =) Till next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*/if i asked you to stay, would you tell me, you would be mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7966251640310171626-6157808352702143503?l=life-brandnew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/feeds/6157808352702143503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7966251640310171626&amp;postID=6157808352702143503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/6157808352702143503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7966251640310171626/posts/default/6157808352702143503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-brandnew.blogspot.com/2007/05/heyy.html' title=''/><author><name>fyrah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838351410434774851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966251640310171626.post-4739535655021294937</id><published>2007-05-18T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T14:13:54.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You are so near to me,&lt;br /&gt;but I just cant seem to reach for you.&lt;br /&gt;I talk to you almost everyday,&lt;br /&gt;but I just dont know how You feel towards me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The songs on my phone keep on playing the same song,&lt;br /&gt;whenever you're around.
