<?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-2867175941197273296</id><updated>2011-07-28T16:24:18.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Stories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anak Noordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06804292827307373196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867175941197273296.post-5164048518005212863</id><published>2009-08-10T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T03:59:02.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I'VE MOVED:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://funsizegiant.onsugar.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHANGE, MOTHERFUCKERS!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867175941197273296-5164048518005212863?l=its-nanabegok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/feeds/5164048518005212863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867175941197273296&amp;postID=5164048518005212863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/5164048518005212863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/5164048518005212863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-moved-httpfunsizegiant.html' title=''/><author><name>Anak Noordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06804292827307373196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2867175941197273296.post-3127744489444496845</id><published>2009-05-12T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T03:27:28.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School..</title><content type='html'>was a bitch today. Chey, no la! We had our (sub) Biology and D&amp;amp;T examinations today. Breezed through both as I had taken some time off to study. I'm not sure if I'll score, though. It's a different thing to answer all the questions, and to answer all the questions correctly. Oh, I'm praying for the best. Tomorrow's my last paper. (sub) Chemistry and Maths Paper 2. I don't need luck for these two papers - I know I'm going to fail. Haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aishah kept on pointing to the ground and signalling 1 and 2 with her hands. Was damn blur for a moment until I remembered. Congrats, girl! Last long(er) okay! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867175941197273296-3127744489444496845?l=its-nanabegok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/feeds/3127744489444496845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867175941197273296&amp;postID=3127744489444496845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/3127744489444496845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/3127744489444496845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/2009/05/school.html' title='School..'/><author><name>Anak Noordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06804292827307373196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2867175941197273296.post-5854084045098190724</id><published>2009-05-11T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T02:23:06.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Heart Xiaxue!</title><content type='html'>Okay, as Zong Sheng just said, I "finally post". Welcome back to my stagnant blog, people! Quite a lot has happened over the past month and weeks, and I don't think I have the memory nor time to post all of it up, so here's how my past week went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th May, Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English Papers - wrote on the topic of when 'I Had To Make a Choice between Friends and Family'. Wrote it in the narrative, and had to rush on my brochure. Was my 11th month with Wira. Nothing much to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th May, Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Tongue Papers - complete, utter failure. I seriously have no hope, and suck at being a Malay. Someone just take me out of Singapore, please! I long to live in Japan - oi Vangie, take me with you please? Got my contacts as well - Maxi Black and Maxi Brown. I have huge act-cute Korean eyes now! Yay! ^^\/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th May, Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No exams! Yea baby, yea! Had revisions for Chemistry and D&amp;amp;T with Ms Tay and Mdm Chua respectively. Poor Manivannan s/o Krishnan. Got a scolding from multiple teachers today - I guess most of it has to do with the fact that he's a repeat Pure student. He can't even spell soluble - spelling it as 'soulbe'. What can I say? "Pure mah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to study as well at Sophia's house with Puva and Vangie. Vangie had to leave early as her father was picking her up. All the way, Sophia and Puva went out to get food, get snacks, so on and so forth. In the end, Vangie and I were left at home to 'study'. Well, Vangie did, I just picked at random information in the textbook. When Sophia and Puva did come, in the end, they did they work while I... well, I watched a horror movie - Pochong. It was.. unintentionally funny, I guess. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th May, Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a high fever today. Took my Maths Paper 1, and became a legend for years to come. Chey! Did my paper in 20mins flat, and took a nap for the remaining 1hr 10mins. The teacher even took my paper and asked, "Why you never do so many questions?". Well, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did &lt;/span&gt;leave 4-5 pages blank.. but I seriously didn't know! Maths was never my subject I guess. My temperature at this time was 37.8c, 9am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we took our break, and got back to our second exam of the day - Literature. I was bragging to Sophia that I could easily ace this paper, but I'm not so sure now. The words are getting blurry, and I can't make sense of what I had just read about the day before. This is seriously discerning. My temperature now is 38c, 12am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the bell rang, headed home, ignored mothers' questions on whether I wanted to have lunch, and went straight to sleep. Woke up at 6pm, and took my temperature again - holy crap! 38.3c! I thought sleep makes you better?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th May, Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Zong Sheng Xiao Dear, to Vivocity to watch X-Men Origins: Wolverine. It was hella crowded, I tell you. Spotted four of my juniors as well, Puteri, Fitri, Sabrina and Zainab - they saw me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;terus pukul pantat aku. Korang takde adat keper! &lt;/span&gt;Haha! All in good fun, I guess. Next time I see them in school.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mati liao&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nua-ed and people-watched for most of the time. I have this one funny snippet to share with you guys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before going in to buy our snacks and watch our movie, we went to Action City to browse, and all of a sudden, we spotted two China girls walking together, one infront of the other, and the one on the back, a butch, was happily &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;squeezing  the girl infront's boobies&lt;/span&gt; and walking. TMD! Cannot choose better place is it?! I swear, that was the first and last time I blushed in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took pictures as well. Another time okay? Uploading them to Photobucket to blog at my own house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10th May, Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep whole day. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867175941197273296-5854084045098190724?l=its-nanabegok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/feeds/5854084045098190724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867175941197273296&amp;postID=5854084045098190724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/5854084045098190724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/5854084045098190724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-heart-xiaxue.html' title='I Heart Xiaxue!'/><author><name>Anak Noordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06804292827307373196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2867175941197273296.post-1325434976765650089</id><published>2009-04-01T06:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T06:17:30.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laziness</title><content type='html'>A new month, a new excuse. What a way to kick off April! Came late to school, initially wanted to skip it wholly, until mother slapped my butt and told me to go to school at 7.30am. What, she expects me to be on time when I'm already 5mins late, and still at home? Wow coolness! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, today's April's Fool, for those who are living under a rock, but still have Internet access. Trick, tricked, got fed up. What can I say? Well, as a class we only tricked Ms Tay, by having Arni pretend to be sickly and faint in class. When Ms Tay got nearer to her to help her out, she was told it was an April's Fool joke - well she blushed, how cute is that? Haha! "Like this I won't care for you all  anymore lah!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got detention after school for coming late - 8.40am. Stayed for 1.2hrs, writing a reflection for Janageeraman, where he had us three (Syafiq, his Sec 4 friend and me) write on paragraph at a time, while he talked with Nisha (This Sec 2 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pretty &lt;/span&gt;girl), spouting all kind of nonsense from his mouth of holiness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met Wira for dinner. Went home. "Hi! Let's eat. Bye" Ya that's all. Don't ask. Shut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm pissed off as I'm writing this entry, sorry if it sucks. Well, what can I say? Should I write a poem for you right now? Woo. Ok bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867175941197273296-1325434976765650089?l=its-nanabegok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/feeds/1325434976765650089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867175941197273296&amp;postID=1325434976765650089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/1325434976765650089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/1325434976765650089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/2009/04/laziness.html' title='Laziness'/><author><name>Anak Noordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06804292827307373196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2867175941197273296.post-7058874616225392987</id><published>2009-03-05T04:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T06:22:59.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mahalnya Dunia Ini</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hi guys! Sorry for not updating for so long. Anyway, I went out with my sister's friends (Who are now becoming my Plurk friends as well) for lunch, and a day out at Jurong Point. After realising that half of the stalls in Feast (by Kopitiam) had pork in it, we instead had lunch at Old Town Coffee, if I'm not wrong, for the first time. Tried the Nasi Rendang Chicken (?) at Lu Yee's recommendation, having eaten it at a Malaysian branch, and liked it immensely. After eating our lunch (well, brunch for Hendri, anyway!), we sat down to talk about marathons, of all things, and slacked, until we noticed that there were a group of people who were waiting to be seated outside. We got out and set off for desserts! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bakerzin.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Bakerzin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; to order our desserts. While waiting for it to come, it started raining, and lightning and thunder were present. Couldn't help but laugh at Hendri's expression each time the lightning strikes. It's adorable when a grown man is afraid of the same things as you are. Haha! Anyway, enough of him. I hate his dimples. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hate pon pasal aku nak dimples dier, haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Our desserts arrived and we (okay, maybe only me) concentrated on taking pictures and sharing our desserts with each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/Sa_SIAHmS7I/AAAAAAAAASw/aj7UNSIHn5o/s200/IMG_0952.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309693520605760434" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/Sa_SHsnGy6I/AAAAAAAAASo/0AZzC9FXlUw/s200/IMG_0951.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309693515369204642" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/Sa_SHd9OmLI/AAAAAAAAASg/kJvZuYIvMKU/s200/IMG_0950.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309693511435458738" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/Sa_RhjYNs6I/AAAAAAAAASY/40l1xauqVz8/s200/IMG_0947.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309692860055794594" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/Sa_SIQ06SWI/AAAAAAAAAS4/UCfPTPLljto/s200/IMG_0946.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309693525090781538" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/Sa_RhMucxWI/AAAAAAAAASI/IVJnh5hNPoI/s200/IMG_0954.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309692853975041378" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/Sa_Rg2iqdMI/AAAAAAAAASA/nL9XDhSMY0Q/s200/IMG_0949.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309692848020026562" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/Sa_RhY8rqiI/AAAAAAAAASQ/TjL6PvO5RzQ/s200/IMG_0953.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309692857255963170" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/Sa_RgVB89tI/AAAAAAAAAR4/VZjk7Z-_xnU/s200/IMG_0955.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309692839024457426" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; Lu Yee's 3 Tapas, (Chocolate &amp;amp; Caramel Ice cream  + Hazelnut Rice Krispies, Vanilla creme brulee, Caramel panna cotta) and Citrus Cooler, Jenny's Ambrosia Chocolate Cake (?), My Waffle Ice cream, Adrian's Chamomile Tea, Daphne's Chocolate Souffle and Hendri's Valrhona Chocolate with Marshmallow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;After dessert, we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;nua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;-ed. I learnt a new word that day! Haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Nua &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;is Hokkien (if I'm not wrong. It's either Hokkien or Cantonese) for getting soft - for vegetating! Haha! Daphne noticed that the desserts were all ordered by the girls, while the two boys were going just for the drinks. After a while, Elise came along, and content now that the whole group is present, I asked a waitress if she could take a group photo for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/Sa_ZGruvFAI/AAAAAAAAATA/lfQKnAUna1w/s1600-h/IMG_0957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/Sa_ZGruvFAI/AAAAAAAAATA/lfQKnAUna1w/s320/IMG_0957.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309701194534294530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;From left: Hendri, Adrian, Daphne, Diana, Lu Yee, Elise and Jenny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Aku step cine buat hari ni je lah!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: italic; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We separated after that - the boys to go get their technogeek stuff, and the girls, excluding Lu Yee as she had to go meet her friend, I think, went shopping. Well, Elise did, anyway. Haha! Daphne and Elise were so into it - bestfriends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;mah ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;while Jenny and I were just trailing behind them, getting to know each other. Bought a nice red dress that Elise picked out for me. Best thing is, it initially costs $60, but after discount, it cost a whopping &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;$15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;! Omfg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Murah nyer! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Gonna wear it for the play that me and Aisah are planning to go to together on 14th March. Watch out for that post! (I just remembered I never did a post on how I spent my Valentine's Day with Sophia on a double date.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;After shopping, went for dinner at Feast (by Kopitiam), where Elise introduced us to Java Village which was in an ulu corner of Feast. Headed home after a (not-so) fulfilling dinner. I had ordered &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;chendol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(which was alright) and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;gado-gado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(which is vegetables in peanut sauce), and was full, but not fulfilled. Was craving for my mother's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;gado-gado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;all the while. I'm not one to complain, hell, I can't even cook! What right do I have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Betul tak? Betul betul betul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Only got a nagging from Mother when I reached home. Turns out it was because she was happy after visiting Grandmother after quite a long period of time. Oh, who cares. This cycle repeats itself weekly! I'm used to it. Haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867175941197273296-7058874616225392987?l=its-nanabegok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/feeds/7058874616225392987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867175941197273296&amp;postID=7058874616225392987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/7058874616225392987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/7058874616225392987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/2009/03/mahalnya-dunia-ini.html' title='Mahalnya Dunia Ini'/><author><name>Anak Noordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06804292827307373196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/Sa_SIAHmS7I/AAAAAAAAASw/aj7UNSIHn5o/s72-c/IMG_0952.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867175941197273296.post-284577012275603670</id><published>2009-02-27T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T00:03:13.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forward.</title><content type='html'>This whole week has been fun, if you ignore the bitching and backstabbing. Bitch showed me a love letter on Monday, and blushed. Omfg! Haha, I won't break our secret, but it's just so funny, ok? Haha! Ok, shut. *Snicker*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had our thinking workshop shifted from Wednesday to Tuesday just for today. Today's topic was 'critical thinking' if I'm not wrong, where we have to think about 5 components before making an important decision - Logic, Relevant, Selfish, and 2 others that I can't remember. (I know I probably got 3 of these wrong anyway, haha!). Our question at hand was about a teenager, Samuel, who goes onto chatrooms to find a girl who he clicks with, and her first question amongst all others to him was, "Are you a virgin?". This just cracked up the whole class. We were still joking around and asking each other "Are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;a virgin?" days later. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had netball CCA training on Wednesday where Xiao Ting and I spent most of the time chatting as we both didn't really need to do training. As Valerie said, as we don't come enough times, she doesn't know our names - let alone gauge our skills! But it's okay, I admit - we always do skip netball trainings together. She told us to come on Friday so that she can see our strengths and weaknesses. I think Valerie's the nicest coach of them all - except for Coach James? Hah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was pouring hard on Thursday. Was thinking of going to Peninsula Plaza to get this sling bag somewhat like Iqah Baby's (No, not Ika Baby Pioneer Sec, guys.), only of a different pattern. She (he?) told me she'd help me choose, and maybe we could go out together sometime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met Wira for a quick lunch yesterday, and went for netball training. It was fun, although it ended an hour after the agreed time. Lots of injuries today. Got grossed out. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eeeyur! &lt;/span&gt;Haha! Went home with Wira and got home for a quick shower before joining mates for netball at TJCSC. Three random aunties joined us, but hey, it's okay. No hating. Laughed, joked, smacked each other's butts (boobies!) countless times and finally reached a revelation - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Rara (HKSS): Eh Nana aku baru tau maner kitorang jumper! (I finally know where we met!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me: Huh serious? Aku fikir-fikir aku tak tau jugak. (I've pondered and I still don't know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Rara: Ok, kau pernah kerje Mac(Donald's) tak? (Have you ever worked at Mac?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me: A'ah. Gek Poh ... OMFG! OKAY AKU INGAT! (Yes, at Gek Poh ... ok I remember!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Rara &amp;amp; Me: *Laughs hysterically*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bimbos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had tuition earlier on in the morning. It was English today, we got our Maths assesment books, and played a game as well. Syafiqah and I won (thanks to my English expertise.. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CHEY!&lt;/span&gt;). I wonder what reward we'll get next week. Heh heh heh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meeting Daphne and friends tomorrow at Jurong Point. God, I have no cute outfit. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/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/2867175941197273296-284577012275603670?l=its-nanabegok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/feeds/284577012275603670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867175941197273296&amp;postID=284577012275603670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/284577012275603670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/284577012275603670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/2009/02/forward.html' title='Forward.'/><author><name>Anak Noordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06804292827307373196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2867175941197273296.post-5804486139670115813</id><published>2009-02-18T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T04:30:55.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeklies</title><content type='html'>Okay, here's a weekly recap of how last week went. I'm sorry, I'm just too lazy and too busy to update nowadays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday, 9th February&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Chua didn't come for our D&amp;amp;T lesson, so we joined forces (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chey! &lt;/span&gt;Superheroes! *hintSophiahint*) with Ms Soh's students. They were all literally half asleep! I really pitied them for having Miss Soh as a teacher, as I agree: her teaching methods are so boring, and she does not know how to control her students. Sat with Deena initially but got so bored as at that time, I don't know why she was giving me an attitude, so I changed seats and sat with Kanchana and Wani. Borrowed her book on child abuse and read it throughout the two hours of D&amp;amp;T. I cannot remember what I did after school, unfortunately. I think I went out for lunch with Wira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday, 10th February&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Lit. Dissected the poem about 7 different lives in the same school. As usual, it was very interesting to me, especially since it was taught by a very adorable teacher, Ms Wynnie Kwok! She's really nice, just that when she gets angry, she does not scream like other teachers. (E.g. Miss Diana. -_-) She gets all bitchy and moody. But hey, works better with us anyway.  She explained how the CA grading would go, and we got our first major 'test' for the term. To do two essays for the poem we just dissected. I was stressed enough at that, as the poem was relatively difficult, so when she said that the poem was worth &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;50% of CA&lt;/span&gt;, I just died on the spot. That's a whole chunk of marks! And for each day late we handed it in, 5 marks were deducted. Damn! Set my mind to do the essay as soon as I went back home, as I knew I'd forget it. Went home after public speaking speech and ... yup, you guessed it. I forgot all about it. Dumb Diana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday, 11th February&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zongsheng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Xiao Dear&lt;/span&gt; didn't come to school today. Missed him particularly because he was in my English Group, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tenacious Cockroaches &lt;/span&gt;and we were having our speeches that day. Compared to most groups, we were the smallest in size, as we had only 4 members in total, compared to the normal 5 members. Also, as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Xiao Dear&lt;/span&gt; didn't come, we were left with 3 members! In fact, if we followed the rules of 2 persons having to jump off, there would only be one survivor left. Damn! This is turning into a reality TV show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Mr Glover changed adjusted the rules for us, and only one would the thrown out. This was even worse, actually, since I realized that most of the class were voting not on our speaking skills, but actually on our popularity. Dayum, bitch. I was really nervous and virtually had the shakes. Fortunately, the class laughed at my jokes - in fact, the whole speech, and that made me confident again. Out of my present group, I was the only one who did not have a persona, as Kian Boon was a robot who weighed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;831kgs &lt;/span&gt;and Sophia was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;superwoman&lt;/span&gt;. Actually stole my "healthier choice" idea from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Xiao Dear&lt;/span&gt;. Sorry honey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday, 12th February&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a dress from Sophia to wear for our double date on Friday. Matching Gladiators! Had Social Studies. Had a revision on the causes why the Sri Lanka crisis exists today. Received our homework - another essay. I love essays! There's nothing more satisfying to me than to pen down my thoughts to paper. I'm extremely opinionated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday, 13th February&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myra Kechiq's 2nd Month anniversary with Fauzi. Congrats babe! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last long tau.. kalau tak.. hakdish!&lt;/span&gt; Had an emergency drill that day. Luckily, we did not have to have our Biology lesson that day, as I have not completed my group's cue cards yet. Fed up with the whole group. It's as if I'm the only one doing work. Had to stayback after school to complete my Maths homework. Disturbed Mr. Oon and Syafiqah who was doing a maths test. Still can ask for help in a test &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meh&lt;/span&gt;? Haha! Quickly copied Sophia's work, and off we went to get my eyebrows threaded, and went shopping at the newly renovated Jurong Point for my accessories for our double date later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.s. Ruby went up to me after school to whisper to me that Sophia was having a double date tonight with another girl and her ex-boyfriend. I whispered back to her, "I know. I'm the other girl". Found the whole thing extremely funny. Why did the person who told Ruby spread it around? Not as if Sophia and I are doing anything wrong, right? I brought along &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;boyfriend, after all.)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday, 14th February&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made a short angry post on this day - Valentine's. I'm sorry Wira I got grounded. Your fault! Hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday, 15th February&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't remember what I did last Sunday, unfortunately. I only know I spent a whole lot of time on the phone that day, bitching. I need a new phone, pronto. -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ps. I'm so sorry this weekly is two weeks late! Kept on getting interrupted when I was writing this post, actually. Took me 4 days! Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867175941197273296-5804486139670115813?l=its-nanabegok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/feeds/5804486139670115813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867175941197273296&amp;postID=5804486139670115813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/5804486139670115813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/5804486139670115813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/2009/02/weeklies_18.html' title='Weeklies'/><author><name>Anak Noordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06804292827307373196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2867175941197273296.post-8009454107329344435</id><published>2009-02-13T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T18:14:58.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger</title><content type='html'>Mother went through my schoolbag and found slips of paper that me and Sophia/Syahrizad were using to pass notes to each other. She keeps on quizzing me if I've lost my virginity, if I've sucked cock, so on and so forth, out of the blue! She went on to say that she heard from one of my friends' that my behavior is atrocious, blahblahblah. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which &lt;/span&gt;friend might I ask? Well that friend is a hypocrite, just like the rest of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother is worse. Everyone's being a bitch today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Happy Valentine's! It won't be happy for me. I'm gro-o-un-ded. *Rolls eyes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867175941197273296-8009454107329344435?l=its-nanabegok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/feeds/8009454107329344435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867175941197273296&amp;postID=8009454107329344435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/8009454107329344435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/8009454107329344435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/2009/02/anger.html' title='Anger'/><author><name>Anak Noordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06804292827307373196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2867175941197273296.post-4641797164154817476</id><published>2009-02-07T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T04:09:27.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeklies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm so sorry for not updating for a week! Here are the summaries:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Monday, 2nd February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for lunch after school at LJS with Sophia bby, Jolynn and Ika Najima. After eating, we bitched like it was nobody's business. Three sets of couples came and went, but still we stayed. Joked around with Jolynn and made Sophia and Ika embarassed. Sorry &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent Ika to her bus, and went to Jolynn's house. I can't believe I mistook her maid for her mother. I told her off, telling her to be nicer to her mother when she said, "That's not my mother la! That one only my maid!". &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Oh paisey nier&lt;/span&gt;. Lounged on her bed before I got up to check out her clothes. Sophia joined in and camwhored. Jolynn then brought in Kogi, her dog, and I played with him. He's cute! Sophia was scared initially but joined in later. Went home late. Sophia got a scolding. Sorry &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday, 3rd February&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was feeling rather down. It was supposed to be Sophia and Ajan's first monthversary. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings that day, I just really wanted you and him to last long. Thought about what would happen if Wira and I broke up, but pushed aside that thought. It's not going to happen anytime soon, hopefully. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a public speaking workshop later on after school. Had to give impromptu speeches. I was sabotaging others by asking the instructor to give so-and-so topics to each persons. When it came to my turn, I had to give a speech on &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;romance&lt;/span&gt;. Okay, wow? What goes around comes around, I guess. *sigh* Gave a relatively good speech - not to praise myself, ok? I think Ika Baby got upset at my speech. But hey, it was a general speech, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;siaper terase itulah &lt;/span&gt;culprit &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;dier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday, 4th February&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SY15jgPadfI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/vU6pAr4zfYM/s1600-h/IMG_0897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300025987341907442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SY15jgPadfI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/vU6pAr4zfYM/s320/IMG_0897.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(It's not fair when your bf does your trademark face &lt;em&gt;better &lt;/em&gt;than you! Haha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th monthversary with Wira! Couldn't really do much thanks to school. Was planning to meet him later on at night, but the Thinking Skills workshop and netball tired me out. Can't believe he was asking around in my MSN account where I was. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, fought with the school librarian as well over a stupid thing. She thought I was imitating her. What-the-bakkwa? Thanks to her, I lost my post as Maths rep and &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;most &lt;/span&gt;probably will&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;not be going to Indon for the exchange program. Dumb bitch. I hope you get your retribution soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday, 5th February&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was actually hoping to leave school early as I suddenly missed mother and Janet, but I forgot that the 3Serve7 and a few of the 3Serve8 students had to go to the Parliament house to witness how issues are raised and resolved. Would have been more interesting if it were longer. Got a scolding from Ms Kong because she thought I was being &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;cheeky &lt;/span&gt;and a 'wistful reminder' by Mdm Sri that "You were such a nice student last year, is it all going to change this year?". Oh wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a late lunch with Sarah at McDonalds. We clicked rather well - criticizing Singapore's &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;mat reps &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;ah bengs&lt;/span&gt;. Went home with her as well and promised to invite each other for a sleepover soon. How soon? How the hell would I know. Told Sophia bby about this and she got &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;jealous&lt;/span&gt;! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday, 6th February&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came late for school yet again - third time in a row this week. :P Got my Ez-Link taken by Jana &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;darling &lt;/span&gt;and had to stay back after school to write an essay for him, and count stocks for Mdm Chua, under his instruction. Mr Subash told me and Shao Yuen (?) that we could go home in 5 minutes time, and when he checked on us later, he asked us why we weren't going home yet. "Mr Jana took our cards &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;", we both replied. That &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;beautiful, sexy, gorgeous &lt;/span&gt;man had gone for lunch with our Ez-Links with him! Waited another 40minutes before we could finally head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was too pissed off to go for Netball, stopped by Wira's house instead. No, we didn't fight. Chill! Had lunch and talked about our weeks. Bitched about school-mates. It's nice to have a guy's perspectives once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home, went to sleep immediately. Woke up with a sense of dread. Oh no, what did I forget? Oh, Ms Aisha told me to stay back after school to complete her assignments. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Cool keper Maths rep gini macam? &lt;/span&gt;Okay, fine, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;ex-Maths rep.&lt;/span&gt; Got online for awhile to check up on my Plurk account. Did some of my homework. Went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday, 7th February&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up extra early to complete tuition homework. Got the time today mixed up. In other words, I didn't go for tuition, what a stupid mistake. Did not get scolded, luckily. Went out for awhile with mother to discuss some girl things. I feel I may have to introduce Wira to her soon. I'm not ready yet. I'm scared. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Jangan pandang belakang... &lt;/span&gt;Okay that was stupidly random! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update more tomorrow :)&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/2867175941197273296-4641797164154817476?l=its-nanabegok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/feeds/4641797164154817476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867175941197273296&amp;postID=4641797164154817476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/4641797164154817476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/4641797164154817476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/2009/02/weeklies.html' title='Weeklies.'/><author><name>Anak Noordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06804292827307373196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SY15jgPadfI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/vU6pAr4zfYM/s72-c/IMG_0897.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867175941197273296.post-2279927886887928739</id><published>2009-02-06T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T03:50:34.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is.</title><content type='html'>I hate this. I hate the way you're always trying to make me feel guilty about my past. Maybe you aren't. Maybe you are. That's just how I feel. I hate the way you're always implying that my actions are stupid, that I shouldn't have done this, that I shouldn't have done that. What would it take for me to be perfect in your eyes? I'm sorry if I'm not good enough. Maybe no one ever &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will &lt;/span&gt;be good enough for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's up with all these fights. I hate them too. I may joke around, I may kid with you, but don't take it to the next level. If you guys want to fight, fine, get on with it. Just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't involve other people&lt;/span&gt;. Honestly. It has nothing to do with me, why treat me as if I'm the one at fault? And don't expect me to be all nice to you when just one second ago, you were being sarcastic to my face. It just doesn't work that way. I won't break down. I'm a tough chip. I don't care even if I have to be alone - it's my say, it's my right. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shut up&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867175941197273296-2279927886887928739?l=its-nanabegok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/feeds/2279927886887928739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867175941197273296&amp;postID=2279927886887928739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/2279927886887928739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/2279927886887928739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-is.html' title='Life is.'/><author><name>Anak Noordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06804292827307373196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2867175941197273296.post-3844180578592444752</id><published>2009-01-30T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T16:08:14.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>I'm too lazy to post today.  How about one liners instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Kanye West's Heartless plays on the radio*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wira: "I hate this song"&lt;br /&gt;Diana: "I love this song"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867175941197273296-3844180578592444752?l=its-nanabegok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/feeds/3844180578592444752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867175941197273296&amp;postID=3844180578592444752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/3844180578592444752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/3844180578592444752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/2009/01/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Anak Noordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06804292827307373196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2867175941197273296.post-7890445844671869900</id><published>2009-01-29T03:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T04:27:52.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama Mamas &amp; Ultra Fights</title><content type='html'>Today is a tiring day. I'll do a P6 grade entry for today, readers. Pardon the crappy content. If you're not close to me, you probably won't even know what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7am: Asked around school if anybody still had the edusave form which was to be handed in on 16th January - well, I've always delayed things for as long as I possibly could, what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8am: Joked around with Sophia in English lesson. For our English presentation, we both stood up, to vocalize our opinions about the topic - The 5 Things We'd Keep and Throw, for our exercise of the week, a hot air balloon expedition through our imagination. After we both stood up, Mr Glover asked our group, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tenacious Cockroaches&lt;/span&gt;, (LOL!) why not the guys give presentation a try? So we both sat down dejected. Drama mamas roll together, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9am: Sat with the collar girls, for Mathematics class. Imah and Lina were concentrating on their maths sums while SJ (Suare Jantan/Syeerah Jane), KL (Kuala Lumpur/Kechiq Lagunda) and NB (Natasha Bedingfield/ Nana Begok) talked about teenage loves, and about our relationships - past and present tense. I'm sorry about Ajan, Sophia bby. Hope you guys patch up soon, ok? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Takmo lah bersedih-sedih. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If nothing lasts forever, what makes love an exception?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10am: Was having recess. Ate from ten different plates altogether. Best of all? I didn't even buy any of it! *Laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11am: Was having a D&amp;amp;T test. None of us studied for it! Luckily I passed, just by 1/2 marks. *Rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12nn: Waited for the other SS students to come to the AVA room. This is the lesson I enjoyed the most for the day. We learnt about the crisis in Sri Lanka, how children younger than us were brainwashed and made into soldiers, how it all started with the government - it was a very interesting lesson indeed. Too bad Iffah, Sophia and I were too busy chatting with each other about the reason for Ms Kwok's bad mood to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;pay attention to the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Aleh-aleh AJ berbaik dengan aku pulak hari ni. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Should I apologise tot her, or wait for her to apologise? I hate this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1pm: Had CE lesson, where we had to do a quiz to see whether we had internal or external locus of control within us - it was nothing new, really, since we bought the 7 Habits of Effective Teens book at Sec 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2pm: Oh God. I really feel bad for Sophia. She keeps on getting on the wrong foot of people. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blog pun dah kene spam dengan orang takde kerje. Ni lah, Sophia. Nak confront Shasha kat sekolah, kene confronted dengan Ika Baby pulak. &lt;/span&gt;Grr. I hate fights. Not gonna comment anymore. If you weren't there, that's your own problem, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent Sophia to Jurong East. My favourite phrase of this hour? "Ika Primary 6, (Sophia) I Sec 1, (Nana) I Sec 2!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3pm: In the train with darling Jolynn. Chatted about schoolmates and relationships. It's nice to have a girl talk once in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4pm: Looked around Konikuniya awhile for her Japanese magazines, manga and so forth. My favourite phrase of this hour? "Eh, how come still got my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;angpao &lt;/span&gt;money?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5pm: Walked back and forth from Takashimaya and Wisma Atria's Mango boutiques. Finally picked out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one &lt;/span&gt;(How pathetic is that?) top and setted off for Jurong Point for our dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6pm: Just finished out my meal. Chatted about relationships again, this time about our personal experiences. Love hurts, but it's all part and parcel of growing up, do you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings me to a quote my tuition teacher once said: *Asks my tuitionmate* "Do you have a girlfriend? No? Are you looking for one? Yes? It's better to not have one but still interested ... if you tell me you're not interested ... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something wrong one.&lt;/span&gt;" Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7pm: Reached home. Brother was making a Hotmail account for mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8pm: Showed brother my new top. Father &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;menyebok &lt;/span&gt;and said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ni lah yang cantik bagi kau? Senang-senang bogel kan?&lt;/span&gt;" What made it even more infuriating for me was that I was actually thinking of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mak &lt;/span&gt;when I bought the top, and was looking for something that wouldn't anger her. Seems like I can't please everybody. Buying a tube tomorrow. *Groans*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now: I'm too lazy to do my homework now. Calling Sophia bby later on at night. How many more people are going to ask me for help with their literature homework? Chey ... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kembang&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867175941197273296-7890445844671869900?l=its-nanabegok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/feeds/7890445844671869900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867175941197273296&amp;postID=7890445844671869900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/7890445844671869900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/7890445844671869900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/2009/01/drama-mamas-ultra-fights.html' title='Drama Mamas &amp; Ultra Fights'/><author><name>Anak Noordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06804292827307373196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2867175941197273296.post-2262777516697346146</id><published>2009-01-27T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T01:54:41.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupidity</title><content type='html'>I was downloading something off the net, and progamming it into my computer, when this License Agreement popped up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I read it, but I'm glad I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This program is freeware, you can copy it as much as you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this program accidentaly screws up and destroys data on your PC, electrocutes you,makes your monitor explode in your face, set's your house on fire, kills you, causes everyone on the planet(and beyond) to try to kill you, hacks into a nearby nuclear misile and targets your house, changes your bank balance to $0, gets you banned from online games, adds your name to a hitman's list, sucks you into the computer and plays pong with you(with you as ball), causes secret agencies to come after you, makes you believe you got maggots crawling under your skin, turns your room into a gate to hell, becomes sentient and starts killing everyone on this planet, gets you sent to jail with a guy named big bubba or does anything else you don't want it to do, don't blame the author of this program!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867175941197273296-2262777516697346146?l=its-nanabegok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/feeds/2262777516697346146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867175941197273296&amp;postID=2262777516697346146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/2262777516697346146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/2262777516697346146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/2009/01/stupidity.html' title='Stupidity'/><author><name>Anak Noordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06804292827307373196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2867175941197273296.post-8586123136758641462</id><published>2009-01-24T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T19:02:54.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makhsiat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SXvWHhmkr2I/AAAAAAAAAQw/dz224oJoDx4/s1600-h/FP8988%7EFall-Out-Boy-Rolling-Stone-Cover-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SXvWHhmkr2I/AAAAAAAAAQw/dz224oJoDx4/s320/FP8988%7EFall-Out-Boy-Rolling-Stone-Cover-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295061211671736162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See? Butt ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thanks for yesterday, Wira. How about today? Heh heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have absolutely nothing to blog about, damn you Jay! I'm too lazy to do supposedly controversial posts again, but let's just do a quick question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just find it awkward when the hottest person in a band isn't the frontman/singer? (I'm looking at Fall Out Boy here) It's like, amongst the four people, only one isn't butt ugly, and he's the only halfway decently cute one there. The only redeeming point in the band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867175941197273296-8586123136758641462?l=its-nanabegok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/feeds/8586123136758641462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867175941197273296&amp;postID=8586123136758641462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/8586123136758641462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/8586123136758641462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/2009/01/makhsiat.html' title='Makhsiat!'/><author><name>Anak Noordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06804292827307373196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SXvWHhmkr2I/AAAAAAAAAQw/dz224oJoDx4/s72-c/FP8988%7EFall-Out-Boy-Rolling-Stone-Cover-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867175941197273296.post-2912423539807909519</id><published>2009-01-16T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T19:44:14.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super-15</title><content type='html'>Its only January yet most of my close friends are turning a year older already! Here's wishing a happy birthday to Puva, Pui Kay &amp;amp; Xiao Dong (?), Xiaoting, Yuting, Mani, Shahirah, Raihan, Roy, Ms Nani, Sonia, Shahirah and other January babies! I'm so sorry if you're not listed - my memory sucks, just ask any of my classmates who've been with me since Day 1 of secondary school life! :P&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/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SXFM2oRhT7I/AAAAAAAAAPU/iMX-_CINeYc/s1600-h/IMG_0851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SXFM2oRhT7I/AAAAAAAAAPU/iMX-_CINeYc/s320/IMG_0851.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292095538544594866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5th, Puva. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SXFRBSYuwCI/AAAAAAAAAP0/_E8WGkU0R08/s1600-h/1834_2019445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SXFRBSYuwCI/AAAAAAAAAP0/_E8WGkU0R08/s320/1834_2019445.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292100119694327842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;11th, my bday twinney! Yuting hunny. :)&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/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SXFM27toy8I/AAAAAAAAAPc/RDNUcaffMMs/s1600-h/mrtnonaeerah3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SXFM27toy8I/AAAAAAAAAPc/RDNUcaffMMs/s320/mrtnonaeerah3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292095543762799554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;16th, Eerah. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SXFNl3N3VbI/AAAAAAAAAPk/iqVDsOdtK2w/s1600-h/IMG_0867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SXFNl3N3VbI/AAAAAAAAAPk/iqVDsOdtK2w/s320/IMG_0867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292096350009644466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;16th as well, Sonia bb! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm sorry I don't have a photo of the rest of you, maybe next year! Haha! Anyway, back to business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a rather hectic day for me. As soon as school finished I was left wandering around school as a I lost sight of my friends, being the slow person I am. Sat down with Faizul and Zack to wait for the CCA Fair to begin, until this conversation started:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Faizul: "Eh, why aren't you going home?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me: "Do we have time?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Faizul: "It starts at what time for you guys?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me: "2.45pm"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Faizul: "Got time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me: "Really&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; meh&lt;/span&gt;? What time is it now?" *I'm thinking it's normal school releasing time, 2.05pm*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Faizul: "1pm."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me: "WHAT?! Don't pull a prank on me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Faizul: "It's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;! Believe me! See?" *Shows his watch*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me: "Shit..." *Gives a -_- face*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Zack: "Haha you're damn slow la!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God. So I quickly rushed home, took a quick shower, went online to ask Syeerah and Ficar if they were going for the CCA fair as well, and went back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun, honestly. I have a feeling that the NCC members were re-using the same 'dance march' that they used last year for the CCA fair, but hey, I have a bad memory, what would I know, right? Met a couple of the sec 1s and found them pleasant. They're very cute and friendly! There was even this one chinese girl I find particularly adorable. She seems fierce, but she's just too cute to pass the test, if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After awhile, the sec 1s stopped coming to the booths, so I went over to the NCDCC booth and chatted with Iffah and Nurul for awhile.&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/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SXFQQ4jecNI/AAAAAAAAAPs/OfvURw72_YM/s1600-h/IMG_0870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SXFQQ4jecNI/AAAAAAAAAPs/OfvURw72_YM/s320/IMG_0870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292099288126353618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nurul, me, Iffah. Somehow I look fairer that day. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After that, went up to watch the drama, band and harmonica performances. Missed the choir performance, but it's okay. I could still hear them from below, in the canteen. All I could hear was Seemun though - or was she the only singer? Inform me on this, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt that the drama performance could've been spectacular, if only the sound system was better. I find it awfully weird. How come the microphone was alright before, when it was the Voices' chance to show their talents, yet the volume was dwindling down when it came to the drama club's turn? Can this be considered sabotage, or was it really a case of a mic malfunction? Ah, let's let bygones be bygones. Not as if I'm in drama, anyway. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a photo with my drama peeps - where's Wiah for goodness' sake?!&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/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SXFSm53WU3I/AAAAAAAAAP8/MaDFMPhRlXg/s1600-h/IMG_0872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SXFSm53WU3I/AAAAAAAAAP8/MaDFMPhRlXg/s320/IMG_0872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292101865458520946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Deena as the old meenachi, as usual. She suits the role. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After that, went for dinner with Yifa at Vivocity. Was really pissed off at this retarded couple. Get a room, people. Get it? -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't really say much since I know that my post now is already freaking long.&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/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SXFTfhhRCDI/AAAAAAAAAQE/CgJhRPnU5Mc/s1600-h/IMG_0877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SXFTfhhRCDI/AAAAAAAAAQE/CgJhRPnU5Mc/s320/IMG_0877.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292102838175991858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even he has more of dimples than I do. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post more about my Sec 3 Camp in my next post, okay? I haven't even posted about my sister's wedding. Hahaha!&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/2867175941197273296-2912423539807909519?l=its-nanabegok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/feeds/2912423539807909519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867175941197273296&amp;postID=2912423539807909519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/2912423539807909519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/2912423539807909519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/2009/01/super-15.html' title='Super-15'/><author><name>Anak Noordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06804292827307373196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SXFM2oRhT7I/AAAAAAAAAPU/iMX-_CINeYc/s72-c/IMG_0851.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867175941197273296.post-6113246446310032092</id><published>2009-01-14T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T00:36:23.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SW2flUSWScI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3ru5BNTbAOk/s1600-h/IMG_0848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SW2flUSWScI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3ru5BNTbAOk/s320/IMG_0848.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291060600679844290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know we look like shit. Who cares - first photo without him making stupid faces. Thank God. Thank you for the nice day. I sound like an SBS bus commercial. Thanks all for the birthday wishes and the late cards - I'm looking at you, Zong Sheng! I really appreciate it - especially since I'm the one &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tak tahu malu&lt;/span&gt; here right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually making this post here to prove my point. I know, I often laugh at blogs, whose owners put their whole personal lives at stake on the Internet, just over a dispute. As in, girl Y picks a fight with girl Q, over a small, normal girl matter, let's say, girl Y caught girl Q smiling at girl Y's boyfriend, in her mind, in a lascivious manner. Girl Q is upset, but decides to keep her mouth shut, as she doesn't want to get beaten up by girl Y's friends. Thus, girl Q writes on her blog about how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;merepek &lt;/span&gt;girl Y is, so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;irritating &lt;/span&gt;how people write about their personal lives in an overboard manner on their blogs? Fine, it's your blog, but do we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;want to learn about your disputes with so and so, what so and so said to you before she glared at you and sauntered off with her boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The short and sweet answer will be, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;. So for goodness' sake, relax! I'm not going to write on of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those &lt;/span&gt;blog posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just write it hypothetically, without pointing fingers, or listing names. Whoever feels upset about this blog post, well, I'm sorry, but I didn't write down your name, or give clues to who you are, so why are you getting upset? This is like how the Malay saying goes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;belum duduk berlunjur dahulu. &lt;/span&gt;Haha! (I actually checked up my Malay textbook for this one okay! Whoever says I don't put in effort for my blog is being ridiculous!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really find it irritating when people confront each other online - fine, it's a new means of communication for us, and it is certainly far more effective than calling, sending letters, or texting via our phones. But really, some things are meant to be left to be done face to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be using the words assailant and victim, as it sounds stupid to be using these words about online confrontations. I'll be using the phrases &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fierce Online One &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fierce Real One &lt;/span&gt;instead, if that's alright with you guys. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOO &lt;/span&gt;(Funny how it almost sounds like &lt;u&gt;fool&lt;/u&gt;, doesn't it guys?) confront the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRO &lt;/span&gt;online, when she could be in the same school, or perhaps in the same classes? Why not take the initiative (sounds wrong somehow) to confront this girl in class, before, or after classes? Why wait until school is over, come online, and until the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRO &lt;/span&gt;is online until you let go of what's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;probably &lt;/span&gt;been in your mind since the start of school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really irks me about most cases of such &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOO&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRO &lt;/span&gt;that I've been in, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOO &lt;/span&gt;will just prove her point, probably with vulgarities, and just quickly block the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRO&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;or go offline before the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRO &lt;/span&gt;can react, or at least reply. Isn't that a sign of cowardice? Does the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOO &lt;/span&gt;really expect the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRO &lt;/span&gt;to take her seriously, after what's happened between them, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;online&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you guys have been in at least one of these cases before - care to share? I'd love to listen about your views as well. Do tag in my tagboard, or chat online. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867175941197273296-6113246446310032092?l=its-nanabegok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/feeds/6113246446310032092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867175941197273296&amp;postID=6113246446310032092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/6113246446310032092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/6113246446310032092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-days.html' title='Good Days'/><author><name>Anak Noordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06804292827307373196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SW2flUSWScI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3ru5BNTbAOk/s72-c/IMG_0848.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867175941197273296.post-2112878045538166762</id><published>2009-01-10T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T04:42:45.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, Sister</title><content type='html'>A week back, on Monday 5th, my direct family, and our extended families (maternal/paternal) gathered together to bid farewell for a last (chey, so drama) time to my sister, who was migrating to Italy, to follow her husband after marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you could say I was kinda pissed off that a man could suddenly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;selit, selit, selit and masuk&lt;/span&gt; into my sister's life, and take her away from my family - just in 4 years. But it's her choice, not mine. It'll happen to me sometime soon as well, so what can I say, anyhow, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an emotional day, where I'm sure that the only few eyes left were to the heartless people who couldn't even give two hoots about my sister - I'm talking about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;here, Haikal. I know you'll stumble upon this post some time or another, and I'll make sure you feel my eyes burning on you. Asshole. The only thing he could care about was my sister's room, and transforming it into his bloody 360 room. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gi mampos la&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't type much now, as I'm thinking about how to &lt;u&gt;persuade&lt;/u&gt; my mother to let me go out with Wira for my birthday. I've got a pretty solid argument right now, but hey, you can't be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;too &lt;/span&gt;sure, right? :)&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/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SWiUB-SGeUI/AAAAAAAAAOU/_m9sOB8bBvw/s1600-h/IMG_9670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SWiUB-SGeUI/AAAAAAAAAOU/_m9sOB8bBvw/s320/IMG_9670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289640523966347586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My cousin Fuzzy was taking a photo of the scene, and Nazry took a photo of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;.&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/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SWiUCj5gneI/AAAAAAAAAOk/DtNh1Z7V2b0/s1600-h/IMG_9672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SWiUCj5gneI/AAAAAAAAAOk/DtNh1Z7V2b0/s320/IMG_9672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289640534063750626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Fuzzy trying to take a photo again, but got camblocked by Nazry.&lt;br /&gt;P.s. I do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;look like him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SWiUCEWN07I/AAAAAAAAAOc/6Hzx37O89Es/s1600-h/IMG_9671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SWiUCEWN07I/AAAAAAAAAOc/6Hzx37O89Es/s320/IMG_9671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289640525594219442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SWiUDJTK72I/AAAAAAAAAOs/ExISMH7CCFA/s1600-h/IMG_9673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SWiUDJTK72I/AAAAAAAAAOs/ExISMH7CCFA/s320/IMG_9673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289640544103493474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Close-up! :) Look at the 3 similar faces in the front, ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SWiUDXc19uI/AAAAAAAAAO0/sB3r5WgbisQ/s1600-h/IMG_9679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SWiUDXc19uI/AAAAAAAAAO0/sB3r5WgbisQ/s320/IMG_9679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289640547902158562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With the Tampines (Maternal) side of the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SWiWl8g1PKI/AAAAAAAAAO8/LUbGYSczHdQ/s1600-h/IMG_9683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SWiWl8g1PKI/AAAAAAAAAO8/LUbGYSczHdQ/s320/IMG_9683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289643340989807778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With mother's friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SWiWmOTR6QI/AAAAAAAAAPE/5pk_BUUm9QI/s1600-h/IMG_9685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SWiWmOTR6QI/AAAAAAAAAPE/5pk_BUUm9QI/s320/IMG_9685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289643345764804866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With the family's friends. Don't ask me why I'm sitting on brother's lap, and why my face was like that.&lt;br /&gt;Emotional mah. *Points at sister*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Updates on the week coming up tomorrow, after my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt;. See, I very nice one, I remind you all. Pfft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867175941197273296-2112878045538166762?l=its-nanabegok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/feeds/2112878045538166762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867175941197273296&amp;postID=2112878045538166762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/2112878045538166762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/2112878045538166762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/2009/01/goodbye-sister.html' title='Goodbye, Sister'/><author><name>Anak Noordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06804292827307373196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SWiUB-SGeUI/AAAAAAAAAOU/_m9sOB8bBvw/s72-c/IMG_9670.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867175941197273296.post-8469037960206328781</id><published>2008-12-29T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T22:12:04.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muchos One Month</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry for not updating for a month, readers. Life has been haphazard for me - my sister's wedding, tournaments, my love life - it's a wonder I'm actually still keeping my cool. I can't update on my sister's solemnization, wedding dinner or lunch just yet, unfortunately, as not all the pictures are with me. But I'll update on how my TJCSC netball team's tournament went. Not as if there's much to say anyway. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived there bright and early on 8.30am, a half hour before the games began. We registered and chatted with our neighbourhood's soccer boys, until Feekah nudged me and whispered rather loudly, "Eh, aren't those the guys from last year?". And it was, the bloody &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mat rep &lt;/span&gt;soccer players from the previous year who pissed off the entire team, by calling out our names randomly (we had our names emblazoned on our shirts), and repeated asking for our numbers even though we made it clear we were not interested &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;in ugly guys like them&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our matches, narrowly losing two. By then it was already looking bleak for us, and half of the team had lost hopes already. But who cares, right? At least &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kak &lt;/span&gt;Diana wasn't there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home at around 4pm, and took a nap until it was time for our sports council dinner, where all of the sports teams from TJCSC met up together for a dinner to 'bond' together. Yeah right! All of the teams just huddled together, and not one of us broke out of our cliques to actually interact with the other teams. Good bonding, mates. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SVm7A37Bx6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/H0vdcYUf9J8/s1600-h/Image086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SVm7A37Bx6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/H0vdcYUf9J8/s320/Image086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285461261381912482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With Jasmine bby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SVm7AyZCYZI/AAAAAAAAAOE/RM3vEYVIUUU/s1600-h/Image084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SVm7AyZCYZI/AAAAAAAAAOE/RM3vEYVIUUU/s320/Image084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285461259897168274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Noi, the irritating faced one. Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SVm7AvdiImI/AAAAAAAAAN8/CWC4gBgA63U/s1600-h/Image083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SVm7AvdiImI/AAAAAAAAAN8/CWC4gBgA63U/s320/Image083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285461259110720098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kak &lt;/span&gt;Hani, my supposed godsister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The other photos I will upload another time, as they are still in my phone. I'm a bit lazy to update at this moment, as I'm currently playing Pet Society on Facebook - it's brainless fun, for goodness sake. Updates after the jump, ok? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867175941197273296-8469037960206328781?l=its-nanabegok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/feeds/8469037960206328781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867175941197273296&amp;postID=8469037960206328781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/8469037960206328781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/8469037960206328781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/2008/12/muchos-one-month.html' title='Muchos One Month'/><author><name>Anak Noordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06804292827307373196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SVm7A37Bx6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/H0vdcYUf9J8/s72-c/Image086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867175941197273296.post-8048542251680602520</id><published>2008-11-28T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T16:06:17.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off</title><content type='html'>Quick update before I leave, woke up at 3am in the morning just now, and thought it was 7am. Went out to the hall where I asked my sister, "Eh? What time is it now?" and she told me it was 3am. I didnt believe her so I went to check three other clocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out the one in my room is the broken one. Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be back tomorrow in the afternoon, hopefully. I have this stupid cough which is hurting my throat, and my voice is like a rocker's now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God save me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867175941197273296-8048542251680602520?l=its-nanabegok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/feeds/8048542251680602520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867175941197273296&amp;postID=8048542251680602520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/8048542251680602520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/8048542251680602520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/2008/11/off.html' title='Off'/><author><name>Anak Noordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06804292827307373196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2867175941197273296.post-7847486576679386746</id><published>2008-11-19T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T05:26:50.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mangkok kau!</title><content type='html'>Got back home a few hours ago from going out with Amy and Iqah for our Teens aL.I.V.E project on homosexuality, my favourite subject to discuss. Ehehe. Anyway, we were supposed to meet up at 1.30pm, but since I got delayed by Mother, I arrived there at around 2pm instead. Expected to see Aisah, however, it turns out that she couldn't make it as she had to go to her aunty's house. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Iqah and sat down with her and read magazines while waiting for Amy. She arrived late as she had band earlier on in the morning. Some people are good and go to their CCA trainings, some people ... just don't. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when she finally did come at 2.30pm, we started on our project. Iqah did the decorations, and I did the points. We're a good team that way, I guess. Amy commented and watched us. Hahaha, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;buat kerje sekali la cik kak oi! &lt;/span&gt;After we did the decorations however, we got restless and took some magazines from the racks, and laughed (well, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;laughed anyway) at some of the silly troubles  some teens wrote in to Dear Kelly for. I mean, if it's such a miniscule matter as your tuition teacher being mean to you, don't write in! Sheesh, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed to LJS (Yes, my favourite. However did you find out?) and sat down and joked about our group mates. Or rather, just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one &lt;/span&gt;group mate. She's ridiculous the way she's trying to be one with the animal world. Tsk tsk. Anyway, shouldn't dwell on that. She'll think I'm being mean if she ever reads my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took photos and Iqah was laughing all the way. Don't ask me why. Amy and I just kept glancing at each other and mouthing "Gile!" all the way.&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/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SSQSuTgAeTI/AAAAAAAAANI/87Cs67oN5Sw/s1600-h/Smile%21074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SSQSuTgAeTI/AAAAAAAAANI/87Cs67oN5Sw/s320/Smile%21074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270358050648127794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alamak I blocking her ah?&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/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SSQSucc3AkI/AAAAAAAAANA/OSnjzfq8qz4/s1600-h/Image074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SSQSucc3AkI/AAAAAAAAANA/OSnjzfq8qz4/s320/Image074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270358053050843714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Never mind &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah &lt;/span&gt;block then block &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then walked around aimless as none of us wanted to go home so early. Then Iqah went home first, as she was feeling tired, and Amy and I went to get my haircut at Pioneer Mall. Near her house, that's why, okay. Got a trim and cut bangs, since I reckoned that by the time of my sister's wedding, they'd grow out to a pretty length and I can just trim it and let it be all hanging in my eyes, you know?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SSQTwSU0PvI/AAAAAAAAANQ/hMBb0QMKnFU/s1600-h/Smile%21075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SSQTwSU0PvI/AAAAAAAAANQ/hMBb0QMKnFU/s320/Smile%21075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270359184204119794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Btw in real life I'm not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;much shorter than her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bang bang bangity bangs. At least now I look young, and not like some Sec 3/4/5 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;minah rep,&lt;/span&gt; right? Tsk tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867175941197273296-7847486576679386746?l=its-nanabegok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/feeds/7847486576679386746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867175941197273296&amp;postID=7847486576679386746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/7847486576679386746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/7847486576679386746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/2008/11/mangkok-kau.html' title='Mangkok kau!'/><author><name>Anak Noordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06804292827307373196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SSQSuTgAeTI/AAAAAAAAANI/87Cs67oN5Sw/s72-c/Smile%21074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867175941197273296.post-3692199010285188682</id><published>2008-11-16T00:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T08:59:51.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost: Season's Ice Lemon Tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, super stupid blog post title. Anyway, just gonna be a quick update, as I can see that Priya's already updated on our outing last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to meet her at Boon Lay's Buzz at 12nn sharp, but I overslept, and only woke up at 11.30am when she called my house. Planned to meet an hour later, and when we met up, I had to go to This Fashion for awhile to get new bottoms, as my Mother didn't like the pair I was wearing at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed up to board the train, and we met up by coincidence with Einn, who was going with her friends to visit Ifa and Erni, as they had gotten into an accident last week. As far as I can tell, they were hit by a speeding red car at the zebra crossing infront of our school, and it was a case of hit and run, since the car driver, instead of offering to get them to the hospital ASAP, actually scolded them. &lt;em&gt;Orang dah tengah sakit kau nak marah-marah dorang kenape? Da sah gile. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as soon as we boarded the train, one of Priya's shoes got stepped on by a random fatass, and instead of apologizing to her, he/she just walked off, probably to get a seat. I guess most Singaporeans now didn't get taught by their mothers their Ps and Qs huh. What, you don't know what the Ps and Qs are? &lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt;lease and Than&lt;b&gt;k y&lt;/b&gt;ou of course. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got off at Jurong East to get superglue to fix her shoe, and luckily, it held together firmly. Then we headed off to City Hall &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;, this time with no rude interruptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to City Hall and headed off for Peninsula Plaza, and got lost countless times. Nevermind, it was fun getting lost with you, hun! Haha! Anyway, got my grey skinnies, as I wanted a neutral color bottom, but not in black, as it would make me look like a &lt;i&gt;minah rep&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, was craving for Long John Silver's again, as you guys should know, it's kind of my favourite fast food outlet, so off we headed to find an outlet. Trained to Dhoby Ghout and went to Plaza Singapura for our early dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did our customary lady bitching, and talked about our lives. Was kinda awkward since this was our first time going out together, and she was sick. But nehmind, took a &lt;i&gt;few&lt;/i&gt; photos. Very few. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SR_aj5_R-7I/AAAAAAAAAMw/daiTv0tVni0/s1600-h/Image070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269170399443286962" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SR_aj5_R-7I/AAAAAAAAAMw/daiTv0tVni0/s320/Image070.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Priya &lt;u&gt;smile&lt;/u&gt; right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SR_akOsGQtI/AAAAAAAAAM4/uA2seNq90gA/s1600-h/Image071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269170404999971538" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SR_akOsGQtI/AAAAAAAAAM4/uA2seNq90gA/s320/Image071.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I should get a trim soon. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SSWXKJqwetI/AAAAAAAAANY/hdSxfx-pe50/s1600-h/priyaljs3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SSWXKJqwetI/AAAAAAAAANY/hdSxfx-pe50/s320/priyaljs3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270785139556776658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks Priya hunny! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Headed back to Boon Lay on my own as Priya had an appointment with her doctor. Met up with Wira and headed to do his errands. (Been such a super long time since I used that word, okay!) Went over to his house for awhile, but I didn't even get to chat with his mom. -_- Idiot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Headed over to my area for his dinner, talked crap, had a drink, got tired and went home. I don't know why I always get mood swings around him. Tsk tsk. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Last updated: 21st November, 12.59am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&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/2867175941197273296-3692199010285188682?l=its-nanabegok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/feeds/3692199010285188682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867175941197273296&amp;postID=3692199010285188682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/3692199010285188682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/3692199010285188682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/2008/11/lost-seasons-ice-lemon-tea.html' title='Lost: Season&apos;s Ice Lemon Tea'/><author><name>Anak Noordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06804292827307373196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SR_aj5_R-7I/AAAAAAAAAMw/daiTv0tVni0/s72-c/Image070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867175941197273296.post-8530116362107027763</id><published>2008-11-13T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:24:04.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wizard of Oz</title><content type='html'>I probably should've updated on this a week ago. Went to watch a play, Wizard of Oz at the National Library in Victoria Street, and it was awesome. It was my first glimpse at theater performances, and I'm glad to say that it's opened my eyes, and made me want to watch other plays. Checked through 8 Days just now but found nothing I could afford, unless I asked to watch Cinderella the Play as my birthday gift, which is &lt;i&gt;so not going to happen&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have better things to ask for. *pfft!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, left the house at 4pm to go look for a new shirt to wear at Jurong Point. This may sound really cheapskate, but seriously? We should judge clothes by how they fit and look on us, not by their price tags! Anyway, This Fashion's having a sale, go buy their bottoms! Super-cheap! I only had $40 on me at that time, so I couldn't go berserk, like I'd wanted to. But you can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after getting a top, I went to Syeerah's house so that we could go to school together - even though the school was right infront of her house. Jeez! Hahaha. Got ready, left my old clothes at her house (So that my bag will be clearer, ok! I'm not bullying her!), and met Eerah under Syeerah's blog. A few minutes later, Deena came down, and we went to 7-Eleven to get some refreshments before we set for Victoria Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus ride was fun! Made stupid jokes, and air guitar-ed to irrelevant songs. Headbanged to love songs, and imitated Syeerah. Haha, sorry &lt;i&gt;lar&lt;/i&gt;! Anyway, we were supposed to bitch on the bus, but since I wasn't sitting beside her, the plan was a no-go. Sorry, &lt;i&gt;kutuk&lt;/i&gt; partner. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we reached the library, we had to line up in pairs, as if were in primary school. I know, I know, it's for our own safety, so that you guys won't miss anyone. But seriously? Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The play was rather dull in the first half. Then we had a 15 minutes interval, and we relieved ourselves, and went back to the theater early. I found a rather unpleasant surprise when I went to the toilet. Shall not elaborate here. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Problem perempuan lah, kirekan. &lt;/span&gt;&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/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SRxGY9qEN2I/AAAAAAAAAMk/P0NJV9pRSjI/s1600-h/syeerahnonadeenacamwhore.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SRxGY9qEN2I/AAAAAAAAAMk/P0NJV9pRSjI/s320/syeerahnonadeenacamwhore.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268163058798442338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Toilet (cam) whores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as we got back to the theater early, me and Syeerah took a few photos, until Ms Diana asked the people infront and beside us to keep their handphones.&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/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SRxA0Yge3aI/AAAAAAAAALM/1kZK11exaJk/s1600-h/syeerahnonacamwhore.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SRxA0Yge3aI/AAAAAAAAALM/1kZK11exaJk/s320/syeerahnonacamwhore.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268156932792704418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Looks like I'm the one taking the pic right? Tsk.&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SRxA0kETvOI/AAAAAAAAALU/K5dEquPMt2s/s1600-h/syeerahnonacamwhore2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SRxA0kETvOI/AAAAAAAAALU/K5dEquPMt2s/s320/syeerahnonacamwhore2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268156935895760098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I prefer this picture. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And so the second part continued. I much preferred this part, as the bad witch was more present in this part, and the song and dance were much more exciting. I'm a sucker for loud boom and bangs. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the whole thing ended, the teachers actually gathered the students and asked them to go home with them on the train, since they don't believe that most of them will actually go home straight after this. SEND (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aiyah&lt;/span&gt;, I lazy to type all the names &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. Try to understand?) managed to escape, and we went to Bugis Junction to get our supper. I was craving for Long John Silver's, as usual, but we couldn't find one in the building, so we went to KFC instead. The counter was already closed when we reached there, so we went to McDonald's. The queue was &lt;b&gt;way&lt;/b&gt; too long for us to bear, so we just went to 7-Eleven to get a little snack to calm our stomachs. On the way, we passed a Long John Silver's, but decided not to enter, as it looked as thought the counter was closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought our buns, drinks and snacks from 7-Eleven and headed to some benches to munch on them. Guess what? We noticed some people ordering from the Long John Silver's counter. I was kinda seething mad at that point, I didn't get my dose of LJS, why should &lt;i&gt;these&lt;/i&gt; people get it, right? But anyway, I decided to hide my disappointment/anger since it'd be stupid to show attitude towards a fast food outlet, don't you think? Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then took the train back home, where I alighted at Lakeside and they, at Boon Lay. What, did you think I actually went without camwhoring? Hahaha!&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/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SRxETerX7mI/AAAAAAAAALs/X-PzfzktVYM/s1600-h/mrtnonaeerah3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SRxETerX7mI/AAAAAAAAALs/X-PzfzktVYM/s320/mrtnonaeerah3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268160765559828066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My, we look so young, right?&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SRxETJCR0dI/AAAAAAAAALk/FEvuAJ4jH6g/s1600-h/mrtnonaeerah2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SRxETJCR0dI/AAAAAAAAALk/FEvuAJ4jH6g/s320/mrtnonaeerah2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268160759750316498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Positively &lt;i&gt;youthful&lt;/i&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SRxESyy0pOI/AAAAAAAAALc/BmslMWBjmyQ/s1600-h/mrtnonaeerah1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SRxESyy0pOI/AAAAAAAAALc/BmslMWBjmyQ/s320/mrtnonaeerah1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268160753779909858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Practically glowing!&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SRxFDdQIbgI/AAAAAAAAAME/UOp0cUax9UM/s1600-h/mrtnonaeerahirritatingface.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SRxFDdQIbgI/AAAAAAAAAME/UOp0cUax9UM/s320/mrtnonaeerahirritatingface.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268161589810851330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;YOUR HEAD! *Pukes*&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/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SRxFD_9rsqI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GMNQTSzZEBs/s1600-h/mrtnonasyeerah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SRxFD_9rsqI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GMNQTSzZEBs/s320/mrtnonasyeerah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268161599128711842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;B&amp;amp;W Bestfriends. :)&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/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SRxFDl_URKI/AAAAAAAAAMM/EntLFfVUoUQ/s1600-h/mrtnonaeerahsyeerah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SRxFDl_URKI/AAAAAAAAAMM/EntLFfVUoUQ/s320/mrtnonaeerahsyeerah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268161592156243106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wedged between the S(y/h)ahirahs. Hahaha! Happy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, I'll update more tomorrow, when I upload and get photos from Priya. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2867175941197273296-8530116362107027763?l=its-nanabegok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/feeds/8530116362107027763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867175941197273296&amp;postID=8530116362107027763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/8530116362107027763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/8530116362107027763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/2008/11/wizard-of-oz.html' title='Wizard of Oz'/><author><name>Anak Noordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06804292827307373196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SRxGY9qEN2I/AAAAAAAAAMk/P0NJV9pRSjI/s72-c/syeerahnonadeenacamwhore.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867175941197273296.post-4806431406073722781</id><published>2008-11-11T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T01:34:42.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Syeerah's Random Survey</title><content type='html'>Got asked to do this random survey by Syeerah, and since she didn't tell me to pass it around, I won't burden any of you others to do it, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how nice I am. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chey! &lt;/span&gt;Hahaha, anyway, if you want to do it, feel free to do so! I'm not the owner of the quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1) When was the last time you cried?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;* Yesterday, cuz' I lost my wallet. Luckily it was still at the bus stop when we came back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2) Have you ever faked sick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;* Countless times - to skip school, to get attention. Heh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3) What was the last lie you said?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;* That I wasn't going to cry, last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4) Have you ever cried during a movie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;* Just now! Hunger Point - on the Hallmark Channel. Is that counted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5) Who was the last person you couldn't take your eyes off of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;* My cousin on my father's side, Remy. Then there's another cousin of mine, equally cute, on my mother's side, Azim. I like white boys with almond eyes okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6) Have you ever danced in the rain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;* Fun what!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7) Have you ever been drunk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;* Masya'Allah! I have the right to remain silent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8) Have you ever tried tried drugs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;* Panadol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;9) Do you smoke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;* Smoking is bad for your health, please quit, kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Dulu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;10) What's the farthest you've ever gone on a dare?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;* Aim and throw an egg at a person downstairs from my room's window. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;11) What is your full name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;* Nordiana bte Noordin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;12) What is your blood-type?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;* Should be O+.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;13) Have you ever been in a car accident?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;* Luckily, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;14) How old were you when you recieved your first kiss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;* 12 years old?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;15) Who was your first kiss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;* Azhar that ketot monster. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;16) Have you ever had an online relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;* At least actually met him in real life, and we became 'proper' you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;17) Have you ever had phone-sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;* Phone sex is for guys who have a small peewee. I'd rather have the real thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;18) Have you ever been rejected by a crush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;* Ya, in P5. Hahaha! Turns out he liked my bestfriend. Bitch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;19) What is your favourite sport to play?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;* Swimming is a sport or not? (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Padahal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; I don't know how to swim!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;20) Have you ever made a prank phone call?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;* It's fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;21) Have you ever said "I love you" to someone ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;* Well, I don't hate my boyfriend do I? Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;22) What's your favourite childhood memory?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;* Danial saying he'd marry me when we grow up? Hahaha! We were so cute when we were younger okay! Now he calls me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ketot&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;. -_- Idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;23) Is there anything that you have done that you regret?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;* Bitched about my ex-bestfriend? She's barely speaking to me now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Takpe lah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;24) What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;* A Pussycat Doll. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Chey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;lar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;. Psychologist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;25) What is your political persuassion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;* Persuasion wrong spelling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;lar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;. I'm too young to vote, so why should I care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;26) Have you ever had cybersex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;* HAHAHA! Making fun of cyber sex more like it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;27) Do you believe in g-d?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;* You don't know how to spell God ah? Idiot. *Changes the subject*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;28) Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;* I believe that love is an understanding between two individuals, not infatuation. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Cheem anot&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;29) Do you believe in karma?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;* I do, yes I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;30) Who was your first crush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;* I can't remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;31) Who do you have a crush on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;* My two cousins mentioned above. Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;32) How would you describe yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;* Super-everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Chey!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;33) What are you afraid of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;* Being alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;34) Are you religious?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;* I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;step&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;35) What does your screen name mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;* D-YANA? I 'matchy-matchy' with Feefa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;lar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;36) What person do you trust the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;* Aishah, Syeerah and Wira? (Sorry eh, your name last.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;37) Who was your first boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;* Official one eh? Jacob Nam Soon Yi the fucktard asshole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;38) What is the best compliment you have ever recieved?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;* That my stamina is like a '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;kude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;'. Never mind, at least better than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;yours&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;39) What is the meanest thing anyone has said about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;* That my voice irritates them. It's not my fault I was born with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;40) What is the longest crush/relationship you have had?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;* 9  months? Enough for a baby ah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;41) What is your greatest strength?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;* The ability to remain happy no matter the circumstance. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;42) What is your greatest weakness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;* Why should I tell you? Idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;43) What is your perfect pizza?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;* Lots of meat! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;44) What is your first thought when waking up in the morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;* "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Nabei siape call aku pagi-pagi bute ni? Oh, dah pukul 2 petang&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;45) What is your first thought before you go to bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;* Janet's so noisy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;46) What college do you want to go to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;* College? I'm aiming to go to Singapore/Temasek Polytechinc after secondary school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;47) Do you get along with your family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;* We tease each other a lot. I suppose it's called tough love? Yeah, we do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;48) Do you play any instruments?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;* Teach me to play acoustic guitar please? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;49) What kind of music do you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;* I'm universal, but I listen to R&amp;amp;B, pop and rock most of the time. Weird mix right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;50) Do you think you're attractive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;* Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;YES LA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Hahaha!&lt;/span&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/2867175941197273296-4806431406073722781?l=its-nanabegok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/feeds/4806431406073722781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867175941197273296&amp;postID=4806431406073722781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/4806431406073722781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/4806431406073722781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/2008/11/syeerahs-random-survey.html' title='Syeerah&apos;s Random Survey'/><author><name>Anak Noordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06804292827307373196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2867175941197273296.post-9010883443661828216</id><published>2008-11-09T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T06:47:01.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wedding of Others</title><content type='html'>I woke up fairly early today, as I went to bed extremely early last night, 10pm, could you believe it! I was just too exhausted, and in pain, and I couldn't bear it any longer, so, I did what any girl with brains would do - sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as soon as I woke up, I was asked by Mother to do some house chores. Laundry, sweep the floor, clean Janet, and her litterbox. You know, that kind of thing? Then at 10am she went out to Bedok with Father to go to a wedding, and to visit a sick friend of theirs. Mother told me that she would be back home in time for afternoon prayers, and for me to wait for her at home, so she could bring me to Jalan Bahar, for a cousin's engagement ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few hours, it soon came to 2pm, and Mother was still nowhere to be found. Me and sister then got dressed and ready to go to the venue ourselves, as I had been there yesterday to &lt;i&gt;rewang&lt;/i&gt; for the ceremony's lunch. We scooter-ed there, and saw Father there. It turns out that Mother &lt;u&gt;just&lt;/u&gt; went home for her afternoon prayers. &lt;i&gt;Dah lepas pon lah, mak!&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, me and sister ate, and waited for mother to come. When she finally did come, we took pictures with our relatives.&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/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SRbljuTn4ZI/AAAAAAAAAKc/eo-sYLen2x0/s1600-h/cousinwedding2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SRbljuTn4ZI/AAAAAAAAAKc/eo-sYLen2x0/s320/cousinwedding2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266649216144892306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With Mizah.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SRbljCExAhI/AAAAAAAAAKU/1N32xwPHhoE/s1600-h/cousinwedding1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SRbljCExAhI/AAAAAAAAAKU/1N32xwPHhoE/s320/cousinwedding1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266649204271415826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I look super awkward here &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And after that, we went back to our seats. Some resumed eating, some resumed talking loudly with their partners (Ugh!), some started singing karaoke (Double ugh!). Me and my sister? We started camwhoring. :D&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/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SRb09UnS7eI/AAAAAAAAAKk/lTAaByRLGwQ/s1600-h/irritatingfacemarina.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SRb09UnS7eI/AAAAAAAAAKk/lTAaByRLGwQ/s320/irritatingfacemarina.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266666148599098850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First shot:  She made the ass face.&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/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SRb09x51QxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/01AVmU2q_L4/s1600-h/irritatingfacenona.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SRb09x51QxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/01AVmU2q_L4/s320/irritatingfacenona.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266666156461474578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Second shot: I thought, "Okay, let's do the ass face". She didn't do it.&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/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SRb09_hR5wI/AAAAAAAAAK0/a-hsMiIhiQs/s1600-h/ogayfaceninanona.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SRb09_hR5wI/AAAAAAAAAK0/a-hsMiIhiQs/s320/ogayfaceninanona.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266666160116590338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Third shot: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Along&lt;/span&gt;! Make properly face!" Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then we went home and arrived at around 5pm. At 5.30pm, my sister asked me if I wanted to come jogging with her. Being so desperately out of shape, as I'm always super lazy to wake up in the morning and rush for Netball training at school, I agreed, even though all I really wanted was to sleep off that nice warm feeling you get when you eat a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out to the stadium at 6pm, and came home at 6.30pm, as the stadium was right beside our house. I jogged 3.2km while she jogged 2.4km but we ended up finishing at the same time. *cough&lt;i&gt;kembang&lt;/i&gt;cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I really shouldn't scare off my readers so early on, but well, I really turn out sweaty after a jog. Wanna see wanna see? :D&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/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SRb3i_NhZ7I/AAAAAAAAAK8/91DRQEb6lZk/s1600-h/nonaninasweaty1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SRb3i_NhZ7I/AAAAAAAAAK8/91DRQEb6lZk/s320/nonaninasweaty1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266668994712135602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eee!&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/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SRb3jPWzsoI/AAAAAAAAALE/ho4cBJqLvHw/s1600-h/nonaninasweaty2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SRb3jPWzsoI/AAAAAAAAALE/ho4cBJqLvHw/s320/nonaninasweaty2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266668999046050434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aiyurr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hahaha! Irritating &lt;i&gt;sioooool&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2867175941197273296-9010883443661828216?l=its-nanabegok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/feeds/9010883443661828216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867175941197273296&amp;postID=9010883443661828216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/9010883443661828216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/9010883443661828216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/2008/11/wedding-of-others.html' title='The Wedding of Others'/><author><name>Anak Noordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06804292827307373196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SRbljuTn4ZI/AAAAAAAAAKc/eo-sYLen2x0/s72-c/cousinwedding2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867175941197273296.post-3893534544799497104</id><published>2008-11-08T18:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T19:07:01.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New word!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, since I can't update on my life (What, I &lt;u&gt;have&lt;/u&gt; one?) currently, I decided to change my blog title from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious (Song title) to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Hippopotomonstrosequippeddaliophobia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Now let's discuss the meaning of the above mentioned word. *Ahemahem* This 36-lettered word is one amongst the 12 longest English words ever, which means 'Fear of long words'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is rather ironic as it has a length of 6.2cm when typed out, printed, and measured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you have a fear of long words, please do not come to my blog, as I have a rather peculiar fascination of long words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's finish off this redundant post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867175941197273296-3893534544799497104?l=its-nanabegok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/feeds/3893534544799497104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867175941197273296&amp;postID=3893534544799497104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/3893534544799497104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/3893534544799497104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-word.html' title='New word!'/><author><name>Anak Noordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06804292827307373196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2867175941197273296.post-1222305708966290604</id><published>2008-11-02T04:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T19:25:42.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo, Daddy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SQ2Wfmw5HXI/AAAAAAAAAKE/8qzlen9vn24/s1600-h/0307crying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SQ2Wfmw5HXI/AAAAAAAAAKE/8qzlen9vn24/s320/0307crying.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264029009191705970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm very disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Updated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(9th November, 11.23am)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week ago, I asked my father (very nicely!) to go to Malaysia to buy a pair of shoes like his, only in purple or turqoise. I was rather disappointed when he came home empty handed, and my mother told me that they didn't pass by the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping to wear the shoes to Victoria Street, on a school outing to watch a play, Wizard of Oz (Cute ok!), with Syeerah, Deena and Eerah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not expect Deena to have the pair of shoes I wanted, only in gray. I wanted to step on it so, so much, just because I was &lt;i&gt;jealous&lt;/i&gt; she had it, and I didn't. Yes, I'm &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; kind of girl. Guess what, we're the same size, so maybe tomorrow night I could pass by her house and steal it ... hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday afternoon, I did not go to Madrasah as I woke up late, and was suffering from menstrual cramps. My father and sister came home from Malaysia and put down their belongings. Having a sharp eye, and being naturally born &lt;i&gt;kepo&lt;/i&gt; *Ahemahem*, I immediately noticed the shoe box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ayah beli kasut lagi? Berape kasut ni ayah nak beli?&lt;/span&gt;" (Father bought shoes again? How many shoes do you need to buy?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kaki ayah mane ade gitu kechik&lt;/span&gt;" (Father's feet where got so small)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yang ayah beli kechik-kechik kenape?&lt;/span&gt;" (Why did you buy so small?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eh Diana ni slow lah. Kan Diana nak kasut!&lt;/span&gt;" (Eh you're slow. You wanted shoes, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EH SAME KASUT LA SEH!&lt;/span&gt;" (Eh same shoes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Takde colour Diana nak&lt;/span&gt;" (There weren't shoes in the colour you wanted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Takpe, Daddy's little girl pe kirekan&lt;/span&gt;" (It's okay, Daddy's little girl what)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SRZXTV8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Rb9BfnxvuMs/s1600-h/Picture+0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SRZXTV8ITvI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Rb9BfnxvuMs/s320/Picture+0042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266492804074852082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cute or what! Notice one's smaller than the other. Matchy-matchy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/2867175941197273296-1222305708966290604?l=its-nanabegok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/feeds/1222305708966290604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867175941197273296&amp;postID=1222305708966290604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/1222305708966290604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/1222305708966290604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/2008/11/boo-daddy.html' title='Boo, Daddy.'/><author><name>Anak Noordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06804292827307373196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SQ2Wfmw5HXI/AAAAAAAAAKE/8qzlen9vn24/s72-c/0307crying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867175941197273296.post-1654713895398841673</id><published>2008-10-31T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T08:00:43.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Pity Them Banglas</title><content type='html'>Okay, okay, chill, Syeerah! I can't update everyday of the week, can I? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ish! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 6.50am today and quickly got ready to meet Syeerah for Netball later on. I thought I was late, but, well la-di-dah! She was even later than I was! &lt;i&gt;Takpe lah, setakat 3 minit.&lt;/i&gt; So anyway, early morning Netball today was albeit tiring, as Coach Esther came. I guess this means if C. Esther didn't come, it won't be tiring &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;? Ya right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as soon as I got home, Mother told me to go downstairs to buy ginger, of all things. God, woman. I just got home, and you already started your nagging? I took a quick shower, and happily (well, at least not &lt;b&gt;un&lt;/b&gt;happily) went to the wet market near my house to buy a kilogram of ginger. I don't know why I just told you that. How stupid of me. &lt;i&gt;Ish!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for a full 2 hours, Mother kept me occupied with her house chores. Fry fish &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;, clean the refrigerator &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;, cut vegetables &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;, clean the house &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;. I wouldn't mind it so much if my brother Haikal helped, but &lt;b&gt;nooo&lt;/b&gt;, he just continued on playing on his Xbox 360. I'm like, "&lt;i&gt;Oi babi! Kau makan paling banyak kat rumah ni, abeh kau paling malas nak tolong. Kau fikir kitorang sume amah kau keper sial!"&lt;/i&gt; (Oi pig! You eat the most in this house, yet you're the laziest to help. You think we're all your amahs?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just gave me crooked smile and went on playing his game. Ah, I don't mind anymore now that it's been how many hours since that happened. Anyway, maybe when I'm older, my parents will remember this and treat me better than him. &lt;i&gt;Chey!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, done with the chores at 2pm, and logged in to MSN for awhile, then had a nap at 2.30pm. Woke up at 5.30pm, and lazed around the house. I felt sickly, God knows why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, got ready for TJCSC Netball, and headed there early for today, as I could not bear being in the house for another minute longer. Did our training happily until 9.30pm, we noticed a couple of men running after a lone man. We ignored it, as we thought they were old men who just wanted a game of catching. (Ya right!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it happened again, only this time the lone man ran to the CC. He ran away &lt;b&gt;again&lt;/b&gt; from the men, and dodged into the buildings. We then noticed that there were some fighting, and then the man was brought to the CC. My Netball team &lt;i&gt;kan semue kepo&lt;/i&gt;, so most of the team went to see what the commotion was about, and it left Jasmine, Noi, Nini and me sitting at the court, happily swatting each other with our towels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, got the full story from Ida, who actually stayed there the longest, even when all of us called out to her. &lt;i&gt;Ni bile dah besar, confirm jadi Mak Bedah. Ish ish ish.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that the Bangla man stole a handphone from a Chinese man, and he called out to all his friends to chase him. They chased him until the blocks, and when he resisted, and refused to give it back, they beat him up, and there was a wound on his head, that was bleeding. What-the-frappe? Does everything have to result in violence in Singapore? Anyway, they pulled him to the CC and there was a shouting match then. Then a few minutes later, an ambulance came. God knows why an &lt;u&gt;ambulance&lt;/u&gt; came, and not a &lt;u&gt;police car&lt;/u&gt;. Wrong number maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we ended our training 10mins early today, so me and Jasmine went home together. &lt;i&gt;Padahal rumah on opposite sides of the CC&lt;/i&gt;. Oh for God's sake. This blog post sucks. I'll just do another post sooner or later, ok, Syeerah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway:&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/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SQsdOy-0J2I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/HEAHbqdu320/s1600-h/Picture+0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SQsdOy-0J2I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/HEAHbqdu320/s320/Picture+0040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263332729553168226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OMG! Like, since when did I diss FR's face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867175941197273296-1654713895398841673?l=its-nanabegok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/feeds/1654713895398841673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867175941197273296&amp;postID=1654713895398841673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/1654713895398841673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/1654713895398841673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-pity-them-banglas.html' title='I Pity Them Banglas'/><author><name>Anak Noordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06804292827307373196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SQsdOy-0J2I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/HEAHbqdu320/s72-c/Picture+0040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867175941197273296.post-7403771635982507667</id><published>2008-10-24T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T01:52:01.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Future</title><content type='html'>Whaddup? Went to school earlier on this morning with Aishah and Myra to return some library books, and check up on our streaming results. Anyway, relax, See Mun! I returned Chinese Cinderella already, after God knows how long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I've passed my EOYs, even though I barely did any studying, and spent most of the time sleeping/reading in class. I'm just glad I'm not repeating Secondary 2 for next year. That's much, &lt;i&gt;much&lt;/i&gt; worse than dropping to NA. Not that I'm dissing on you guys, or anything. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for humanities, I got Social Studies + Literature, for next year. Hopefully there were enough students gathered from the Serve classes to start a Literature class for next year. We're gonna be studying poems, and look into either Witi Ihimaera's The Whale Rider or Shakespeare's Midsummer Night's Dream. I loike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, for Sciences, I got Chemistry + Biology. Most of my class got it as well, wonder what that means. Perhaps it's easy? Well, I &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; choose it because it seemed easy at the time. Also, it seemed interesting - if compared to Physics. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, it's the add-on subject. I chose POA, although I &lt;i&gt;knew&lt;/i&gt; I had no hopes of getting it, as I was failing my E. Maths &lt;u&gt;terribly&lt;/u&gt;. Well, I obviously didn't get it, but Aishah, Puva and a few others got it. Congratulations, hunnies! &lt;i&gt;Confirm senang carik kerje bile dah graduate&lt;/i&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got D&amp;amp;T instead. I'm okay with the subject, as the practical part is really fun for me. I suck at cooking with recipes, and I suck at learning about all the nutrients and such. I know, I know, I have to learn about it to be a good wife, but seriously? I'd rather be the hardcore, fix-the-telephone-lines wife, rather than the bake-brownies-for-darling-husband wife. Oh gosh, I'm excited. Why? I don't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what classes did you get for next year? Tag me if you've posted about it in your blog, or just tell me on MSN okay? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867175941197273296-7403771635982507667?l=its-nanabegok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/feeds/7403771635982507667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867175941197273296&amp;postID=7403771635982507667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/7403771635982507667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/7403771635982507667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-future.html' title='My Future'/><author><name>Anak Noordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06804292827307373196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2867175941197273296.post-2660385574832227713</id><published>2008-10-23T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T09:59:38.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Script: Breakeven</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/gOsqU4K5AC/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/gOsqU4K5AC/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, Danny. I know. Just -- don't. Stop it. &lt;i&gt;Please&lt;/i&gt;. Stop begging me to! I can't! I just can't! I love you, but ... this relationship can't go on, please, understand! I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Padahal Danny doesn't even &lt;b&gt;know&lt;/b&gt; I'm alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867175941197273296-2660385574832227713?l=its-nanabegok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/feeds/2660385574832227713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867175941197273296&amp;postID=2660385574832227713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/2660385574832227713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/2660385574832227713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/2008/10/script-breakeven.html' title='The Script: Breakeven'/><author><name>Anak Noordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06804292827307373196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2867175941197273296.post-1134472508966792398</id><published>2008-10-21T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T02:44:55.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SP2kCmIs5QI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/g3HvsUdmUtw/s1600-h/muthafuckingscaryclown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SP2kCmIs5QI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/g3HvsUdmUtw/s320/muthafuckingscaryclown.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259540304342344962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/spai/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;STOP SENDING ME CHAIN MAILS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Or the clown gets very, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867175941197273296-1134472508966792398?l=its-nanabegok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/feeds/1134472508966792398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867175941197273296&amp;postID=1134472508966792398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/1134472508966792398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/1134472508966792398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/2008/10/warning.html' title='Warning.'/><author><name>Anak Noordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06804292827307373196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SP2kCmIs5QI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/g3HvsUdmUtw/s72-c/muthafuckingscaryclown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867175941197273296.post-327267628694468409</id><published>2008-10-19T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T03:58:12.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deena's Random Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SPtAWN2kkoI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GfRlKE_H1fs/s1600-h/siblings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SPtAWN2kkoI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GfRlKE_H1fs/s320/siblings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258867740305035906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, it's a favourite &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baju raya. &lt;/span&gt;However did you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(a) People who got tagged must write the answer on their blog.&lt;br /&gt;(b) Tag 5 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse.The person must say who they tagged by and cannot tag on the tag person whom they were tagged by.&lt;br /&gt;(c) Continue this game by sending it to otherpeople.Any poor old soul that feels bored. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01 . What have you been doing recently?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Disturbing my cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02 . Do you ever turn your cell phone off ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Umm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03 . What happened at 10.00am today?;&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I woke up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04 . When did you last cry ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;About dandruff, 2 months ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cis bedebah. Padahal I forgot when. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05 . Believe in fate / destiny?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No. Our lives are in our hands. There's no one else to blame when things go wrong but ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06 . What do you want in your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Longer hair, longer legs, more money, more technology. More everything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07 . Do you carry an umbrella when it rains , or just put up your hood?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I walk in the rain. It's fun! Try it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 . What's your favourite thing to have on your bed?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;My cat. She's warm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09 . What bottom are you wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Long black yoga pants?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 . What's the nicest text in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Umm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 . Do you tend to make a relationship complicated ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I don't think I do. Do I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 . Are you wearing anything you borrowed from someone ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Ya. My dad's underwear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Sape percaye bodoh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 . What was the last movie you caught ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I just finished watching Date Movie. &lt;b&gt;Again&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 . What are you proud of ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;My super-straight hair. I'm not snobbish about it, but I'm proud of it. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 . What does the oldest text message in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Umm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 . What was the last song you sang out loud ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Spice Girls - Goodbye. Please don't laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 . Do you have any nicknames ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Fuh, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;banyak! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Diana, Nana, Nona, Begok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 . What does your last received text message say?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Eh fuck all this Qs la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sume-sume pasal hp messages. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;You think we're texting addicts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 . What time did you go to bed last night ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;4am, hunny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 . Are you currently happy?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I've got a rumble in my tummy. Boo! ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 . Who gives you best advice?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Wira and Aishah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 . Do you eat whipped cream straight from the can?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Nope. We actually have whipped cream in Singapore? Omfg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 . Who did you talk on phone last night?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Video call counted tak? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 . Is anything bugging you right now?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Yes. Moms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 . What / who was the last thing / person to make you laugh ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;My father, irritating Janet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 . Do you wear toe socks ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hell no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 . Who was the last person you missed a call from ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Iqah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 . Have you ever had your heartbroken ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;My heart's all glued up, babey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 . What annoys you most in a person?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hypocrites. Poseurs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 . Do you have a crush on anyone?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Yes. His name is Gabe Saporta. He is hawttttttt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 . Have you ever hone a cocaine?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;My nostrils' are all free. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32 . What is the colour of your room ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Peach-pink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33 . Would you kill someone you hate for a billion dollar ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It's a win-win for me. I'd pay someone else to kill that chap. Sucks to be you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34 . Do you believe in the saying of : Talk is cheap ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Yup. You can talk all you want, I'm just waiting for your actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35 . Who was the last person to lie in your bed ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;My cousin, Sheila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36 . Who was the last person to hug you ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wira!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37 . Did anyone see that last person you kissed ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Dad! I kissed Janet's nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38 . Do you have a life ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;No &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;lah, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I'm a zombie from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Kampung Pisang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;-_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39 . Have you ever think someone died , when they really didn't die ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 . What is the reason behind your profile song? [Little Bit - Forget about Me]&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I love pianos! I love catchy beats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41 . Who was the last person you saw in your dream ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Mrs Grace Tan. Don't ask me why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42 . Last time you smiled?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;A few minutes ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43 . Have you changed this year ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;My hair it's medium-length now. I guess I'm less bitchier?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44 . What are you listening right now ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Dol &amp;amp; Minah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; theme song? Aha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45 . Are you talking to someone when you doing this ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Wira's actually ignoring me I guess. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Where's Q46?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47 . Is there a quote you live by ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ignore them, for cowards grow braver in numbers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48 . Do you want someone you cannot have ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I can have anyone I want, bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49 . Have you ever played an instrument ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Recorder counts or not? Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 . What was the worst idea you've had in this week ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Shaving Janet's fur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51 . What are you doing last night at 11pm ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Riding the bus home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52 . Are you happy with your love life right now ?&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm contented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53 . What song best describe your love life ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;How I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54 . Does the person know that you like him / her ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What&lt;/b&gt; person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.55 . Who always make you laugh ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Teebo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56 . Do you speak other language other then English ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aku anak Melayu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;57 . Favourite website(S) ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ping.sg and my blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ceh, tak tau malu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58 . What's your middle name ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Super-sexy-woman. That's right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59 . What are you doing tomorrow ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;School. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60 . What do you think you are like?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Hyperactive, jovial, irritating, loud, cartoony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61 . Who will you choose to die with ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Oh, so now we can &lt;i&gt;choose&lt;/i&gt; who we wanna die with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62 . Where have you been today ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Ishpooland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63 . What game do you play often ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Tales of Vesperia, Diner Dash (Don't judge me! Haha!), any random games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64 . Who are you missing right now ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Gideon for some reason. I miss his stupid jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65 . If you have to choose between friend &amp;amp; Love , who will you choose ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Friends, as you can't run out of friendship, but you can always run out of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66 . What are you doing right now ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;This effed up hella-long quiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67 . Which primary school are you from ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;LAKESIDE PRIMARY SCHOOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68 . Name 3 colour that you like .&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Purple, baby blue, neon pink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69 . What emotion you like to show ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70 . What is your life to you ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;A playtime of sorts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71 . If you have something troubling you , what will you do ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ask for advice, or ignore it. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72 . Who did you last chat in msn today ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Puva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73 . Who do you admire most ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;My cousin Azim. He's muthafugging hawttttttt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74 . Which month are you born in ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;January! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Aku Mak Busu kau. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75 . How are you feeling right now ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;In a touchy-feely mode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. What is the time now ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;11.11pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77.What kind of person do you think the one who tagged you is ? [Deena]&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Wacky and fun, but scary if messed with. *Cowers in a corner*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78 . What colour did you use to dye hair ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Apricot + Hazelnut + Golden Brown. Oh, and random black streaks. Looks au naturale. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hotak kau, Diana! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79 . Why?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It makes me happy. Duh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80 . What do you do when you're moody ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Keep quiet, or scream at people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81 . At which age you wish to get married ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;24. Not too old, not too young. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82 . Who is most important to you ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83 . If today is the last day of your life , what will you do ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Throw a party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84 . Who is the person you trust the most ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Aishah, Wira and cousins Fadilla, Suria and Hani.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85 . Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after a rain ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It's science, hunny. Ask Miss Nani. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Cheh, ade rhyming skali!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86 . If you have a dream come true , what would it be ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I'm magically the tallest bitch in class. Hell yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your goal for this year ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Stop worrying so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88 . Do you believe in eternity love ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;If by eternity, you mean a diamond, and by love you mean a ring ... I guess I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89 . What feeling do you love most ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The feeling of being in danger, while we're safe. An exhilarating feeling, I suppose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90 . Do you really think its Global Warming now ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Duh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91 . What feeling do you hate most ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Disappointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92 . Do you cherish every single friendship of yours ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I try to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93 . Do you believe in God ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Say it with me, people. "She's a muslim!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94 . Who cares for you most ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;My mother. My mother. My mother. And then my father. (It's a religious song!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95 . What do you think is the most important in your life ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;To live without regrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96 . What will you bring when you fight ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;My pokeballs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97 . What have you done regretted doing in your whole life ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Doing this quiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98 . What would you feel if no one no longer cares for you ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I must've been a bitch to deserve that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99 . What if your boyf / girlfriend two-timed you ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Beat him up and call him an asshole. How dare he.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100 . How do you feel now ?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I don't wanna go to school. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The 5 persons I choose are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syeerah&lt;br /&gt;                                               Eerah&lt;br /&gt;                                               Siti Aishah&lt;br /&gt;                                               Nabila&lt;br /&gt;                                               Zikkah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super random people. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/2867175941197273296-327267628694468409?l=its-nanabegok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/feeds/327267628694468409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867175941197273296&amp;postID=327267628694468409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/327267628694468409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/327267628694468409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/2008/10/deenas-random-quiz.html' title='Deena&apos;s Random Quiz'/><author><name>Anak Noordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06804292827307373196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SPtAWN2kkoI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GfRlKE_H1fs/s72-c/siblings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867175941197273296.post-8315725019852052840</id><published>2008-10-18T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T08:21:33.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Love Me Pussy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SPn8ynU4lCI/AAAAAAAAAJc/0JiPNejzy1k/s1600-h/Picture+0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SPn8ynU4lCI/AAAAAAAAAJc/0JiPNejzy1k/s320/Picture+0037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258511986412000290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Where you looking, ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have a fat pet cat, and her name is Janet. Janet Jackson? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pegeh dah! &lt;/span&gt;We have Janet Noordin in the house, bitch! Ahaha! She joined the family two days before Ramadhan, on a Saturday. 30th September, if I'm not wrong. That'll be her birthday from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's quite old, actually. 2, or 3 years old. She's heavy. She's around 3.4kg. She's my dumbbell. I carry her up and down with my left and right arm 50 times before I go to bed. I'm hoping to sprout super-muscles soon. If I don't get super-muscles, I'll make Jen into &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;satay kucing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is very stupid. The other day, my sister bullied her, and Janet ran away from her. She ran onto my dining chairs. They were side by side, with a small gap in the middle of it. As Janet jumped on them and ran on them, she fell (slightly!) on the gap, and got up and recovered. My sister and I cracked up. Janet stared at us from the chairs and slowly started licking herself. I suppose she was embarassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ah, I'm tired. I just wanted to post this picture of me and Janet. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hari Raya dah nak habis. Cepat lah, kitorang sume gi raye same-same. &lt;/span&gt;Janet doesn't know how to pose. She's puberty cat. She can't ever be a model cat. *sigh*&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/2867175941197273296-8315725019852052840?l=its-nanabegok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/feeds/8315725019852052840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867175941197273296&amp;postID=8315725019852052840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/8315725019852052840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/8315725019852052840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/2008/10/me-love-me-pussy.html' title='Me Love Me Pussy'/><author><name>Anak Noordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06804292827307373196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SPn8ynU4lCI/AAAAAAAAAJc/0JiPNejzy1k/s72-c/Picture+0037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867175941197273296.post-2675070237274376697</id><published>2008-10-17T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T08:03:30.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Days of Past</title><content type='html'>Hey all. It's now Friday, two days after I jalan raya-ed with Eerah, Arni and Wani + Ifa, Aishah and Liyana, and the excitedness and feelings have cooled down. I'm tired, but hey, it's a good kind of tired today. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to meet at Gek Poh's entrance at 2.30pm, but unfortunately, as it was raining, I was the first to arrive, right on time, soaking wet, with no shelter but the cold Gek Poh.  Eerah and her group were taking shelter at her house until the rain lightened. We met at 3pm, and called Ifa and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; group, but they were busy. We decided to meet up at Ms Nani's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived there about an hour after the promised time, but luckily, she understood. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tak kan orang datang beraye lambat, kau nak halau, kan? &lt;/span&gt;Her friends were there as well, so we entertained ourselves by watching Miss Nani's Boo's antics. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Macam nak mintak kene peluk lah si budak kechik tu! &lt;/span&gt;She was extremely adorable, but I guess she was in a shy mood, since she didn't really 'interact' with us much. In other words, we didn't get to bully her! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ifa's group arrived in 15minutes time, and so we ate together. Miss Nani, I swear, the food &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;is good, we're not just saying it to please your mother. Idled, camwhored, ate kuih raya, and set off to the next house.&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/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SPic8ka5XPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ZiCuW6sTYYo/s1600-h/msnanihousekids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SPic8ka5XPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ZiCuW6sTYYo/s320/msnanihousekids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258125129337625842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Most of 2v7's Malay girls. Kami tidak tahu malu. :)&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/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SPic6xylKMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/b3ULIC4cdOU/s1600-h/msnanihouse1wifher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SPic6xylKMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/b3ULIC4cdOU/s320/msnanihouse1wifher.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258125098566887618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With the hostess.&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/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SPic7v1IzYI/AAAAAAAAAHs/hQ4tWRA710A/s1600-h/msnanihouse2wifher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SPic7v1IzYI/AAAAAAAAAHs/hQ4tWRA710A/s320/msnanihouse2wifher.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258125115220610434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Does anyone notice that one space of the kuih is empty? Hee! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We then went to Syahrizad's house, which was mostly decorated in wood. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kalahkan jugak rumah Dee. The two hutans! Haha! &lt;/span&gt;It was beautifully lit, very romantic. Whoever wants a date just hop by Syahrizad's house. Aha! Budget! His mother was very friendly. 3 out of 5 stars. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chey! &lt;/span&gt;Still can rate the moms ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we set off for Alfian's house. He was alone, with a man who looked like his father. You have a hot father, Alfian. [Thinks dirty thoughts]. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sempat pulak amek gambar. &lt;/span&gt;&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/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SPifPpjks2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/FbnlQiRJZWs/s1600-h/madafakingikanduyung1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SPifPpjks2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/FbnlQiRJZWs/s320/madafakingikanduyung1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258127656156967778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This was kinda a candid. Only Eerah and I were ready. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tu pasal macam model. &lt;/span&gt;*coughperasaancough*&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SPifOh8fRCI/AAAAAAAAAH8/IFDp3Tl8wG0/s1600-h/madafakingikanduyung2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SPifOh8fRCI/AAAAAAAAAH8/IFDp3Tl8wG0/s320/madafakingikanduyung2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258127636934116386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Were still laughing about Alfian calling me an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ikan duyung&lt;/span&gt;. They're cool, okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After that, Ifa's group and Eerah's group seperated. Ifa and friends went to visit her friend in Woodlands, so Eerah's group and I went to Syeerah's house! Luckily, her parents were home. I like her mother. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gerek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SPiiBSJYVDI/AAAAAAAAAIM/zT1IUJZhs68/s1600-h/syeerahhousesynn1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SPiiBSJYVDI/AAAAAAAAAIM/zT1IUJZhs68/s320/syeerahhousesynn1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258130707889804338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bestfriends. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SPiiCTuGMBI/AAAAAAAAAIU/7PUT6acIcxQ/s1600-h/syeerahhousedner1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SPiiCTuGMBI/AAAAAAAAAIU/7PUT6acIcxQ/s320/syeerahhousedner1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258130725492109330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See, other people's faces! I'm not vain, dammit. I'm Diana. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SPiiDktelMI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Yr9zovttNk4/s1600-h/syeerahhousemukeburuk1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SPiiDktelMI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Yr9zovttNk4/s320/syeerahhousemukeburuk1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258130747232785602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Spastic Girl Superhero Wannabe feat. Wani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then Syeerah changed to Malay clothing, and joined us for raya-ing. We went to Wani's auntie's house, and camwhored a hella lot there. She has cute nephews and nieces. Ika and Faizal are their names. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SPilDLNzrrI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6Qbi8Mk4sVc/s1600-h/auntiewaniecandid1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SPilDLNzrrI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6Qbi8Mk4sVc/s320/auntiewaniecandid1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258134038923947698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Candid. Only Syeerah spotted the camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SPilDnbnHEI/AAAAAAAAAIs/WWy3qKp9Mtg/s1600-h/auntiewaniehairdye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SPilDnbnHEI/AAAAAAAAAIs/WWy3qKp9Mtg/s320/auntiewaniehairdye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258134046498036802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note: To teachers, my hair is au naturale. Seriously. [Eyebrow twitches]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SPioJOfHZWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/PI9Qx-OzBHY/s1600-h/auntiewaniemukeburuk1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SPioJOfHZWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/PI9Qx-OzBHY/s320/auntiewaniemukeburuk1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258137441415947618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Spastic Girl Superhero Wannabe's re-entry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SPilEZfboKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/T0ibb4OeypA/s1600-h/auntiewanieLOVE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SPilEZfboKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/T0ibb4OeypA/s320/auntiewanieLOVE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258134059935834274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;L.O.V.E. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Idea aku jugak! Hee. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SPilE-jM-wI/AAAAAAAAAI8/leAdQxmuOBM/s1600-h/auntiewaniesmokerssss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SPilE-jM-wI/AAAAAAAAAI8/leAdQxmuOBM/s320/auntiewaniesmokerssss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258134069883763458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Smoking kills. Eat love letters instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SPilFilloNI/AAAAAAAAAJE/IILCB9do-8U/s1600-h/auntiewaniesynn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SPilFilloNI/AAAAAAAAAJE/IILCB9do-8U/s320/auntiewaniesynn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258134079557443794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love this shot! We're like opposites of each other appearance-wise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We then set off to Wani's house and played with her cousins. It was fun! We pretty much did our own things. We went to Eerah's house next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her brother, sister, and mother were home. They were eating, so Eerah had to play hostess. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Besar-besar kelak, jadi suri rumah sahaje ye, kakak? &lt;/span&gt;Haha! Eerah, Arni and Wani watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dol &amp;amp; Minah &lt;/span&gt;in the hall, while Syeerah watched some random Chinese show in Eerah's room. She has her own TV!!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E-eh, jakun nye si minah ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Deena got a call from her mother telling her to come home soon. We then prepared to leave together, but Syeerah was initially reluctant to stop watching her show. We pulled her out of Eerah's room and set off home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached home at 10.50pm, thanks to some random stuttering asshole who had the gall to be cheeky to me. Desperate 33 year olds should not chat up tired, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mekap cair-ed &lt;/span&gt;14 year old girls like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And end this damn long composition please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2867175941197273296-2675070237274376697?l=its-nanabegok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/feeds/2675070237274376697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867175941197273296&amp;postID=2675070237274376697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/2675070237274376697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/2675070237274376697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/2008/10/days-of-past.html' title='The Days of Past'/><author><name>Anak Noordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06804292827307373196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SPic8ka5XPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ZiCuW6sTYYo/s72-c/msnanihousekids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867175941197273296.post-4238929892145820399</id><published>2008-10-15T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T15:04:37.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ago-go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SPZnz6qcv5I/AAAAAAAAAG8/dFkTmHOp6Fs/s1600-h/kapowkapowpowerrangers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SPZnz6qcv5I/AAAAAAAAAG8/dFkTmHOp6Fs/s320/kapowkapowpowerrangers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257503756619923346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi all. Just got back from raya-ing with Eerah, Deena and Wani + Ifa, S. Aishah and Liyana. Went to Miss Nani's house and 6 other houses. Syeerah joined us halfway. She was reluctant to join us from the start as there were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some &lt;/span&gt;people whom she didn't exactly want to be out on the streets with. Who would blame her? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ago-go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But should we really blame someone for their fashion mishaps? No, we shouldn't, and being the tired, and particularly nice &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mak Busu &lt;/span&gt;I am today *coughperasaancough*, I don't think I should really elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, I'm extremely tired, my legs are aching, I'm sleepy, but I still want to chat with Wira since it's been, what, days, since I last did with him. Communication is the key, people. Chey! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Padahal setakat satu hari tak chat ngan dier. &lt;/span&gt;Ah, I'm sorry if your not Malay. Go blame your ancestors or something. Oops, was that rude?  I should've found some way to subliminally be rude to you without being too obvious about it. Sorry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, anyway. School tomorrow, so go to sleep! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Takmo fikir merepek-merepek pasal orang merepek. &lt;/span&gt;Capische?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. Don't ask me why the power rangers are up there. I just figured it beats no photos, right? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enjoy lah kau, sepuas-puasnye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867175941197273296-4238929892145820399?l=its-nanabegok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/feeds/4238929892145820399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867175941197273296&amp;postID=4238929892145820399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/4238929892145820399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/4238929892145820399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/2008/10/me-yaow.html' title='Ago-go!'/><author><name>Anak Noordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06804292827307373196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SPZnz6qcv5I/AAAAAAAAAG8/dFkTmHOp6Fs/s72-c/kapowkapowpowerrangers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867175941197273296.post-2428605281640635931</id><published>2008-10-10T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T04:01:20.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tardy People Piss Me Off</title><content type='html'>Omfg how long has it been since I last posted? I know my blog's been really stagnant. Even Syeerah's commented on it. So here I am, with my good English, *coughperasaancough*, to write an entry after God knows how many months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Selamat Hari Raya to all those Muslims! Maybe even non-muslims if you like money that much. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Diana minta maaf, jika ada tersilap cakap ataupun tingkah laku terhadap kamu. Datanglah beraye satu hari nanti, okey? :)&lt;/span&gt; I noticed a lot of things throughout the month of Ramadhan. Except for the fact that a lot of us don't like to fast, and probably don't either ... well, let's just say I achieved a new found understanding of the human feelings, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I should do this face to face, but I don't have the courage. Wira and Syeerah know this, but hey. It'll happen sometime. Just wait for it, okay? You used to be my baby, and I know we can't possibly be anymore after the bitch-out sessions, but at least let's be pass-by-the-hallway-and-hug friends. Your warm, and I'm a snake. I need heat. Okay, stupid Diana. That's no way to apologise. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today's mommy's birthday! Today's Shalini's birthday! Happy birthday, to the two loving bananas I have in my life! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Hari Raya, I pierced my ears, threaded my eyebrows (wah piang sakit, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;padahal dah tige kali aku buat&lt;/span&gt;) and cut my hair. Was kinda disappointed when I came to school and people asked me if I cut my hair, or just let it free. I mean, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dulu rambut aku mangkok&lt;/span&gt; ok! I dunno why it reminds me of Aeen. I swear, I wasn't even thinking of her when I got the cut. Tapi takpe ah, at least I remind myself of a hot netballer, and not some random fatass porn star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SO9KBlj94VI/AAAAAAAAAGk/q99uuQpjDQ8/s1600-h/DSC00633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SO9KBlj94VI/AAAAAAAAAGk/q99uuQpjDQ8/s320/DSC00633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255500681287950674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? I didn't take a picture of my piercings cause it'll be so stupid. It's not as if I'm a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;minah rep&lt;/span&gt; who's so proud that she got new holes on her, other than the super enlarged two butt plugs she's got already. Ahh! Being a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;minah &lt;/span&gt;is so passe. There was never a trend for it anyway! Haha! I'm in love with the Indie and Bohemian look now, though. Casual chic. Too bad my face can't pass for both. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did you know that Wira's mom thought I was a Sec 3 or 5 girl? I'm like OMG! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Muke aku tue sangat ke? &lt;/span&gt;And Spidey's friend, Nabila, if I'm not wrong, thought I was 17. They effing believed her when she said I was from Philippines! I'm sad. Very sad. Takpe la. At  least now I can watch them M18 and R21 movies sooner. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the horny one lurking behind the classroom, giggling to herself. You've constantly wondered why she's giggling. She's watching a headfuck porn video. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh! I'm too scared I'll type too long entries. I'll update as soon as I get some pictures from my sister okay? Or when I get back from raya-ing with friends, or family, or boyfriend [Hint, Wira. Hint!].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh I've been waiting for an hour for this group of tabitchees to come to my house. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kimak tak boleh lagi lambat keper? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867175941197273296-2428605281640635931?l=its-nanabegok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/feeds/2428605281640635931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867175941197273296&amp;postID=2428605281640635931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/2428605281640635931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867175941197273296/posts/default/2428605281640635931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-nanabegok.blogspot.com/2008/10/death-glares.html' title='Tardy People Piss Me Off'/><author><name>Anak Noordin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06804292827307373196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_TW0Uqsj6yAk/SO9KBlj94VI/AAAAAAAAAGk/q99uuQpjDQ8/s72-c/DSC00633.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
