<?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-18269556</id><updated>2012-02-03T17:26:17.801+08:00</updated><category term='JI YONG IS MINE .'/><title type='text'>Shestashed</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>564</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-2564122539521729895</id><published>2010-04-29T18:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T18:35:38.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>half</title><content type='html'>I am imagining a life, far away from 3 of my bestgfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping, hang outs, arcades, laughter, gossips, make up, rebelling, foods, drinks, ice cream, froyo, movies, birthdays, magazine, kpop, boys, girls, sleepovers, impulsive shits, study groups, books, kdramas, music, jdramas, being single, crazy msn chats, photos, swimming, facebook tagging, escaping from somewhere, hugs, eyeliners, sentosa, vivo city, orchard, bugis, henderson waves, climbing up stairs, laughing at the library, being thrown out of the library, latest gadgets.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far away wuwuwuwuwu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-2564122539521729895?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/2564122539521729895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=2564122539521729895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/2564122539521729895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/2564122539521729895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-am-imagining-life-far-away-from-3-of.html' title='half'/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-8097884730957575267</id><published>2009-07-26T20:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T20:53:30.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should be buried in a book now, actually. But my usuluddin books are at school, under my table, and some of them, I have no idea as to where I may have placed them. But I am blasting loouuud music. Which has happily replaced my worry to failing the test =/ I'm sucha bad student. But I wasn't a good one in the first place, so, no worries. hahahahaha. （　ﾟ Дﾟ）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIMI JJANG says:&lt;br /&gt;*asl tk dtggg&lt;br /&gt;(@) №яuℓ℮ ♔ kissthebabysky says:&lt;br /&gt;*mak aku tk bg! die kate nnti aku jangkit kn org lain dgn aku nye batok2&lt;br /&gt;MIMI JJANG says:&lt;br /&gt;*yahhh kau nye batok mmg&lt;br /&gt;(@) №яuℓ℮ ♔ kissthebabysky says:&lt;br /&gt;*you are very nice =_______=&lt;br /&gt;MIMI JJANG says:&lt;br /&gt;*its like a few times kau batok kat muke aku. u noe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img17.imageshack.us/img17/6774/scars.png"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um I scratched myself unconciously (x_x;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still a bit sick. Coughing like crazy. Sorry if I had possibly managed to cough spit in your face T_T I'm gonna wear my surgical mask now. Huhuhu. Pa thought I had H1N1. But noooooo. Throat infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh Junsu called hahahahha. kay whatever (;^_^A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall give a mini spazz over Junsu like an irritating prick of a fangirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH EM GEE ISN'T KIM JUNSU LIKE THE MOST CUTEST AND HANDSOMEST GUY EVER?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/i hate it when i'm sick i'm so annoying when i'm sick i lose my sanity when i'm sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-8097884730957575267?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/8097884730957575267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=8097884730957575267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/8097884730957575267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/8097884730957575267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-should-be-buried-in-book-now-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-8917997558610636857</id><published>2009-07-12T01:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T01:43:41.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need to stop. I need to stop. It is one day to the third week of school, and I'm still frolicking, feet still dangling from the cloud, my butt refusing to get up from all the enjoyment of holidays. My brain needs to jump back to school! I'm still reading stuff, still hanging out, still going gaga over mr xiahh, still gushing with mimi-nana-mar, still giggling with jaja and azyza, still going to movies, still re-watching Korean movies, and still not slapping my self silly for not realizing I'm a dead duck. This is me at my worst, worse than O's period. Oh the horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Dessen's latest book, 'Along for the ride' has been published. I HAVE to get my hands on it. People said it's really good, and I will support my favourite author no matter what! Even if that means starving for a week to buy the book ;____:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I still want to own a Nokia 7373. Stupid salesman at City Plaza raised the price from $70 to $88, And he was mocking me! I was calling for pa cos he was already faaar away, shouting out "PAAAAAAA" to show him the phone, but the salesman was all "PAAAAAAA! Dah jauh" Wah cina ni manyak kepo. Not wanting to be the object of mockery,I showed him my Gangster face and said "Ya! He went away!" Hah pikir aku kecik aku tak berani lawan? Pssssh. And then complained to him, still in my ganster mode, about the difference in prices. Actually, I haven't been on agreeing terms with all these latest handphones. Too much technical problems, I give up. Lesson learnt from my stupid impotent Nokia what's-it-called going cold turkey on me. Might as well buy something from 3 years ago. Old handphones, no problem one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SljO9Q6Q-7I/AAAAAAAABL0/eiwdFEwBpvc/s1600-h/DSC00653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SljO9Q6Q-7I/AAAAAAAABL0/eiwdFEwBpvc/s320/DSC00653.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357259308663897010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SljO9JWDLOI/AAAAAAAABLs/7gg6Zix9XHM/s1600-h/somewhere+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SljO9JWDLOI/AAAAAAAABLs/7gg6Zix9XHM/s320/somewhere+015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357259306632948962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SljO83nQVUI/AAAAAAAABLk/wadYSXCojtk/s1600-h/SNC00154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SljO83nQVUI/AAAAAAAABLk/wadYSXCojtk/s320/SNC00154.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357259301873276226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SljO8jCdYDI/AAAAAAAABLc/f4QnfGCIWRg/s1600-h/SNC00152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SljO8jCdYDI/AAAAAAAABLc/f4QnfGCIWRg/s320/SNC00152.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357259296350232626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who's this boy?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-8917997558610636857?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/8917997558610636857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=8917997558610636857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/8917997558610636857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/8917997558610636857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-need-to-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SljO9Q6Q-7I/AAAAAAAABL0/eiwdFEwBpvc/s72-c/DSC00653.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-2523167844265051853</id><published>2009-07-07T21:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T22:07:18.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bingit nak mampos this morning almost cried from frustration and confusion. i think it was because &lt;i&gt;someone&lt;/i&gt; shouted at me to wake up. ARGH this bitch hates that okay. this stupid woman in the bus placed her foot out on the path, and who the hell looks at the floor in the fucking morning? certainly not me. almost hissed back when that woman hissed in pain and glared at me cos i stepped on her foot. HELLO. can't keep your foot inside? booooo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i HATE tuesdays now. tuesdays ain't that bad, but now, because my bag's heavy, like, super moronic heavy, i hate tuesdays now. and because of the boring periods causing me to space off into nothingness. okay here are the days i love and hate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday: BITCH day. obviously the blues right? but cos it's the day after sunday, an abrupt stop to fun.&lt;br /&gt;tuesday: HATE it now. heavy bag, heavy periods, late recess blargh.&lt;br /&gt;wednesday: LOVE it, cos it's like, chill day or something. yeah i'm a bad student whatevs&lt;br /&gt;thursday: no comment. straight brain dead. the only thing i like is PE, but only if we're not playing shitty games and handling shitty juniors.&lt;br /&gt;friday: my most favourite day. cos after having a tiring day, i know that it's the end of the week, and there's always something fun to look forward to on fridays after going back from CCA/whatevs. and knowing that the next day is SATURDAYYYY&lt;br /&gt;saturday: another of my fave day. enjoy chillax day. nothing pending shits.&lt;br /&gt;sunday: I HATE THIS DAY THE MOST. because it's monday the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this obviously sums i'm psycho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-2523167844265051853?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/2523167844265051853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=2523167844265051853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/2523167844265051853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/2523167844265051853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/07/bingit-nak-mampos-this-morning-almost.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-1396205703465897163</id><published>2009-07-06T17:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T17:55:26.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogger is being a bitch. Why cannot upload photos?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With girlfriends. Awesome time even though we didn't get to do somethings, yes/yes? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/V1.png"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/v3.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/v2.png"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/v4.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/v5.png"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/v6.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/v7.png"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/v8.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/v9.png"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/v10.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/v11.png"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/v12.png"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Sentosa Train lol, we shouted,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mar: MINHOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;Me: JUNSUUUUUU&lt;br /&gt;Nana: TOPPPPPPP (two-timer =_=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the train stopped. Terpranjat mamat punye xD Thought we were being scolded for shouting, but we were at the next stop lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry today was cancelled :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-1396205703465897163?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/1396205703465897163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=1396205703465897163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/1396205703465897163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/1396205703465897163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/07/blogger-is-being-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-2710757757647163989</id><published>2009-06-28T19:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T20:47:04.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>While Tvxq was in (why the heck am I starting my entry with them get back to reality okay =_=) Bangkok on the 26th, Tira and I were busy &lt;s&gt;dating&lt;/s&gt; seeing a Junsu lookalike, who is cuter than Junsu (sorry Junsu puhaha) at Burger King Genting. I know, such an unromantic place right? But who caresss. I'm glad Tira and I got sick of eating chicken (Aliah wanted to eat KFC) so we headed to BK for dinner. Just the two of us. While we were chatting and laughing our heads off,  Tira told me that there was a really cute guy sitting a seat away from us. So naturally I did a 360 turn of my head to "observe" and saw this Junsu (actually more like Junsu's brother Junho. But they're twins so what the heck) looking guy. Then I slid in next to Tira and we pretended to camwhored when actually we wanted to snap a picture of that guy. But THIS NYONYA BLOCKED OUR VIEW. So... hmph. Well, the guy looked gay even though he had a girlfriend. Though Tira and I were so obvious when we tried taking a picture of him. Ceh, the guy even smirked =_= I guess he knew. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tira, Dina and I got our own room. Shaza couldn't tag along for this trip cos she was busy. Sian. Would've been more fun with her around. Our room was really small, and the our window opened to a &lt;i&gt;lovely&lt;/i&gt; view. An apek at the lower level, and three guys and a girl sharing one room opposite us =_= Harem? lol But the time spent in the hotel was on sleeping and watching some good ol' Hollywood programs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genting was really cold and packed. It got foggy in the afternoon. But the themepark was awesome. We got to take a lot of rides. I think I rode on rollercoasters for almost 10 times? Yeah. I nearly lost my voice from screaming too much T_T I screamed a looooooot when we took the spinning flying chair ride. Seriously scary and dizzy manz. All the guys were "WOOOOOO" and the girls were "AHHHHHHHhhhhHHHHHH" for like 5 minutes. Ceh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tira is really weird leh. She suddenly developed a fear of heights when we took the Ferris Wheel. But she ain't scared of going on rollercoasters. And when we were on the Dumbo ride, this spinning elephant thingy for kids, she was screaming when all the other small kids were smiling and enjoying the ride. lol. Cik aie always **** in her ***** when she rode a rollercoaster. puhaha It's obvious lah, my favourite ride is the rollercoaster. I looooove the rush of it. I totally hate it when people don't scream. Meh, I was defeaned by my own loud shout. And I videod myself when we were on the Euro Express, an indoor rollercoaster. And there was one round when we were ascending, the ride suddenly stopped leh!! Dina and I were freaking out, but Tira was all "is this some kind of new joke? it's not funny okay". Aliah loves the carousel. Most of the time indoor was spent on her riding the carousel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also watched Transformers 2. Ahhhh I looooove this movie. So much. SO MUCH. The sequel is better than the first, but I'm not saying that the first instalment sucked. Heck, I've seen the first one almost 7 times =_= I was holding on to the edge of my seat the whole 2 and a half hours. I love Shia LaBeouf. He was really siao in Even Stevens, but this movie is like, a more matured version of Louis Steven, but still siao. I love Shia LaBeouf. I love Shia LaBeouf. I love Shia LaBeouf. I love Shia LaBeouf. I love Shia LaBeouf. sighhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel guests were given a free breakfast and lunch buffet. So in the morning, we went down to the 8th floor where the spread was prepared for us. Egg rolls and fried noodles were fried on the spot so guests had to queue. These people are fucking scary leh. One would've thought they've never eaten in their whole life or something. Seriously. The queue was fucking long for the French toasts. And some kiasu idiots would pile tens of eggs onto their plate. Some &lt;I&gt;polite&lt;/i&gt; people would also act blur, going to the front of the line and holding out their plate for the chef to put eggs on their plate. Helloooo. There's a long line just a half meter away from you?? The staffs did a buffet spread also lah. But damn, cos there's no line for the buffet (sooo much manners. tsk), people would just pile soo much stuffs and snatch the ladle away from anyone. Buffets are so scary. If you ain't fast, snappy or rude, these people would take over you. So kicking them ain't rude, It's necessary. lol. As taught by Tira =_= One insane thing is that they would also just take as much stuff as they can, regardless of it being edible or not. Forks and spoons run out of supply so fast, Gee, hungry much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tira rated this trip a 7.5/10 She said cos of the buffet, and rude people, the hotel room, no bath tub, suckish window view, etc. It would've been 8 if we had gotten to snap a picture of that cute gay guy. If there were more cute guys around. Honestly, Genting was filled with senior citizens. What, cute guys don't play around amusement parks anymore? 10/10 if the guy was staying in the room next to us and single. We were imagining Junsu and Jaejoong and Yoochun next door puhaha, but the cute guy could've make up for it. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/001-5.png"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/002-4.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/004-5.png"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/005-3.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/006-3.png"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/007-3.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/008-3.png"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/009-3.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/010-3.png"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/011-4.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/012-4.png"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/013-2.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/014-2.png"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/015-1.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/016-2.png"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/017-2.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/018-2.png"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/019-2.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/020-2.png"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/021-1.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/022.png"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/023.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/024.png"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/025.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/026.png"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/028-1.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/027.png"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/029.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/030.png"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/031.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/032.png"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/033.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/034.png"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/035.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/036.png"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/037.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/038.png"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/039.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/040.png"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/041.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/042.png"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/043.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/044.png"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/045.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/046.png"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/047-1.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/049.png"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/050.png"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sianz. Some pictures were "photoshopped" on my phone at the hotel =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you soooo much Cik Aie for bringing me along to this trip ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, very very very bad note leh. I gotta stop fangirling so much. STOP NURUL STOPPPPPPP. The obsession with Tvxq ain't getting you anywhere, just supplying more to the fangirls and money for them. Junsu ain't gonna sit beside you in that big exam hall later, telling you answers to what the heck is manipulation of genes. Changmin ain't gonna let you copy his answers. Sighhhhh. I am sooo gonna buy "T" album, All About DBSK 3, The Secret Code tour dvd  (I hope they film the perf at Tokyo Dome), Mirotic version C after exams, and after I get a job woo. Just like how I spent hundreds of dollars on my alice nine. fandom =_____________=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a new school bag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-2710757757647163989?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/2710757757647163989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=2710757757647163989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/2710757757647163989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/2710757757647163989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/06/while-tvxq-was-in-why-heck-am-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-5995319679303148400</id><published>2009-06-28T02:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T02:47:29.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Just got back from Genting. I had a really fun time there with my cousins. And ohgawd, Tira and I are madly in &lt;strike&gt;lust &lt;/strike&gt;love with this cutecutecutecutecute Chinese guy when we were having dinner (yes just the two of us) at Burger King. Sigh. That guy, who is a Junsu lookalike, is cuter than Junsu =_= Didn’t get to snap a picture of him cos of the damn nyonya blocking our view! Grrrr. Okay will update later when I get enough sleep zzzz&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-5995319679303148400?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/5995319679303148400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=5995319679303148400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/5995319679303148400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/5995319679303148400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-got-back-from-genting.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-7691298992450157251</id><published>2009-06-24T15:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T15:47:40.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Going off tonight. Won't get to see ma for a few days ; ____; wuwuwu I'm 18 but I still act like a  6 year old mummy's girl T_T Didn't even get to see ma this morning cos I woke up rather late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAGAAAA-KUN~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-7691298992450157251?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/7691298992450157251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=7691298992450157251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/7691298992450157251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/7691298992450157251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/06/going-off-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-3940131479439904273</id><published>2009-06-20T19:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T20:54:34.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think it's either the hot weather or my stupid brain that crawled into my evening nap dream. I know, evening naps are a no-no. But I was bored, and my brother was using my laptop. While I played a game on his hp, I think I fell asleep halfway.  This dream has got to be the most ridiculous, insane, merepek dream I have ever gotten, among the the many I've experienced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So starting of the dream, ma, fuad and I went to meet ma's friend. Who is a woman. I think it was... eh well. She then described to us a class she had been attending. If you people have watched Meet The Fockers, remember one of the courses Mrs Focker was teaching? That kamasutra class for the golden aged? Yeah. ma's friend enrolled herself in a class which lifts the body from sexual tension and to mooove around your partner easily. The fuck leh. Daaaangerous imagery. Gross. AND HER PARTNER IS A DAWRF CUM ELF FROM OOMPA LOOMPA LAND. He had ice blue beard and had stick thin arms and wore an ice blue suit. He then had dinner with his oompa loompa friends in an underground land. I AM NOT MAKING THIS UP OKAY. This really happened in my dreams. *smacks self*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hell. Must be cause I read the Help section in Mind Your Body about a woman claiming sex to be so painful for her and it was a wonder she survived through delivering her first child. The doctor said lubricants helped, or surgery or... okay wth =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next one was about nenek and mak long and all suddenly couldn't stay at their own house for a few days because they just got back from Australia. I don't know why their house got quarantined instead of them... =_=" So abg iwan was driving the ambulance, which had nenek sitting in the passenger seat, and the rest of us at the back. Oh then suddenly a few days forward, I was already in the train on the way to Genting. The landscape was different leh. It looked like I was on the way to Switzerland instead of Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh siol so weird. This all happened in the nap I took just now, which was around 1 hours + SIAO RIGHT. The moment I woke up, I reached for my hello panda biscuits and was wondering whether it was already Wednesday or what day is it today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OMG I was dreaming (day dreaming at night. ceh) of Junsu in a black vest with his cute hair. Looks mighty fine I tell ya. And the next day when I logged onto my fandom (puhahaha), there was this picture of Junsu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SjzI_cuClPI/AAAAAAAABJ0/xtWh_fBB2-0/s1600-h/4a3a066c58e83%26filename%3D%2525C1%2525D8%2525BC%2525F6%2525B8%2525B6%2525C4%2525BF%2525BD%2525BA%2525B8%2525F1%2525B0%2525C9%2525C0%2525CC%25252C%2525B9%2525D9%2525C0%2525CC%2525C2%2525F9_guard873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SjzI_cuClPI/AAAAAAAABJ0/xtWh_fBB2-0/s320/4a3a066c58e83%26filename%3D%2525C1%2525D8%2525BC%2525F6%2525B8%2525B6%2525C4%2525BF%2525BD%2525BA%2525B8%2525F1%2525B0%2525C9%2525C0%2525CC%25252C%2525B9%2525D9%2525C0%2525CC%2525C2%2525F9_guard873.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349371449775920370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh Junsu ♚ ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay whatever I'm obviously mental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot cannot wait for the HQ version of Stand By U Tohoshinki version to be released. Junsu.. Jaejoong.. Yoochun.. 'Nuff said *dies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SjzLoPRpWmI/AAAAAAAABJ8/E6WnRMFkpoo/s1600-h/0009thyz.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SjzLoPRpWmI/AAAAAAAABJ8/E6WnRMFkpoo/s320/0009thyz.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349374349565057634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why so cute Jaejoong ; _ ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've already set aside the clothes I'm gonna bring/wear for my trip next week. This is what a bored girl does at home. Pack your clothes for a trip that's taking place in 5 days time. Hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I think I'm starting to look like my sister. Not in the pretty department, but eh hmmm, how to say ah. But sometimes when I look in the mirror, I see bits of my sister's features on my face. My sister is, startlingly pretty I'm not kidding ya. Pictures does her prettiness no justice. In real life she looks waaay better. She has guys turning their heads to look at her twice when she walks by! Even when she's with her daughter. Once when we were shopping at Vivo, this chinese guy and his caucasian girlfriend passed by us, and the guy turned to look at my sister again. His girlfriend smacked him at the back of his head. Such is my sister's attractiveness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not exxagerating or anything, and it's not as if we hold a relationship like that of Hakim and I. My sister is 7 years older than me. Even though we're really close, we've never fought, share stuffs and I regard her like a bestfriend, we still don't share the same mother and experience different life struggles. So yeah, describing my sister as freaking attractive ain't boasting on my part. Though I guess it's pretty complicated to describe our relationship. Eh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-3940131479439904273?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/3940131479439904273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=3940131479439904273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/3940131479439904273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/3940131479439904273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-think-its-either-hot-weather-or-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SjzI_cuClPI/AAAAAAAABJ0/xtWh_fBB2-0/s72-c/4a3a066c58e83%26filename%3D%2525C1%2525D8%2525BC%2525F6%2525B8%2525B6%2525C4%2525BF%2525BD%2525BA%2525B8%2525F1%2525B0%2525C9%2525C0%2525CC%25252C%2525B9%2525D9%2525C0%2525CC%2525C2%2525F9_guard873.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-4821715863248539682</id><published>2009-06-19T20:25:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T21:57:27.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Um can I say that this June is my most packed holiday? Yeah. What happened to that loooong list about revisions and all sorts? Hmmm. I'm so damn stressed looking at hakim. That boy studies &lt;u&gt;every night&lt;/u&gt;. Omg where the heck does he even get all that motivation to study and revise? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to just stay at home all week during holidays without going out, just cleaning the house, sleep, surf the net, read. But now.. T_T And I still am going on holiday and squeezing some other stuffs next week manz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, can't remember when, but I went cycling with my brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SjuGjhBDU4I/AAAAAAAABHE/strpKQ7Kutk/s1600-h/DSC00623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SjuGjhBDU4I/AAAAAAAABHE/strpKQ7Kutk/s320/DSC00623.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349016927148921730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SjuGjaQ46SI/AAAAAAAABG8/wqAFZbGPk14/s1600-h/DSC00614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SjuGjaQ46SI/AAAAAAAABG8/wqAFZbGPk14/s320/DSC00614.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349016925336299810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SjuGjEXKpRI/AAAAAAAABG0/hs3WS9dSIGA/s1600-h/DSC00612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SjuGjEXKpRI/AAAAAAAABG0/hs3WS9dSIGA/s320/DSC00612.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349016919457047826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SjuGiwV3v_I/AAAAAAAABGs/U8m-wkGgo1w/s1600-h/DSC00609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SjuGiwV3v_I/AAAAAAAABGs/U8m-wkGgo1w/s320/DSC00609.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349016914082906098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SjuGiaCLHGI/AAAAAAAABGk/vPSSoe7EhbQ/s1600-h/DSC00606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SjuGiaCLHGI/AAAAAAAABGk/vPSSoe7EhbQ/s320/DSC00606.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349016908094708834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I went for Mun'ish night cycling organized by Al-Mukminin. Oh hmm. Baaddd luck day. Baaaddd luck. I wrote a looong entry about my lack of luck at my LJ. Lots of spelling error. To malas to edit. But I did enjoy cycling at night. You don't really need to be with your friends lah, riding with loads of other strangers don't really matter. Cos when you're cycling, you're alone on your bike and riding in a single file. So yeah. Damn tired almost fainted from extreme exhaustion. Like helloooo. 4 hours+ of cycling??? (with breaks lah of course) Almost died at East Coast. Just kept on pedalling. At one point I wanted to shimmy down my bike and kick it to a longkang. But I didn't. Huhu. I could cry from the immense pain in my thighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I went to East Coat with my family. Hakim and Fuad went cycling again =_= Siao trauma manz. Wanted to rollerblad but pa wouldn't allow me. Soooo after that I studied driving! It was gerekkkkk. Though I really suck at reversing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with Jaja and Azyza the other day at Coffee Bean. Was supposed to do &lt;i&gt;someting&lt;/i&gt; but we got distracted... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SjuIY_MfDTI/AAAAAAAABHs/Wq1lG97Reb4/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090618_27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SjuIY_MfDTI/AAAAAAAABHs/Wq1lG97Reb4/s320/Snapshot_20090618_27.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349018945294634290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SjuIYkBBB6I/AAAAAAAABHk/KiHRjtpdePQ/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090618_28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SjuIYkBBB6I/AAAAAAAABHk/KiHRjtpdePQ/s320/Snapshot_20090618_28.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349018937998772130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SjuIYna_UtI/AAAAAAAABHc/0UkalY2GnZc/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090618_29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SjuKxBp30RI/AAAAAAAABJk/SPiJ41UEzuw/s320/Snapshot_20090618_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349021557294878994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SjuKxABmr7I/AAAAAAAABJc/M0YnJMSWiZY/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090618_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SjuKxABmr7I/AAAAAAAABJc/M0YnJMSWiZY/s320/Snapshot_20090618_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349021556857548722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SjuKwn3hvXI/AAAAAAAABJU/dEN6Y8yom_8/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090618_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SjuKwn3hvXI/AAAAAAAABJU/dEN6Y8yom_8/s320/Snapshot_20090618_5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349021550372830578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SjuKwgMagdI/AAAAAAAABJM/5N_kE48RsU0/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090618_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SjuKwgMagdI/AAAAAAAABJM/5N_kE48RsU0/s320/Snapshot_20090618_9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349021548312953298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SjuKwQr2WeI/AAAAAAAABJE/_UmOlSDBaNU/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090618_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SjuKwQr2WeI/AAAAAAAABJE/_UmOlSDBaNU/s320/Snapshot_20090618_10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349021544149834210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg stoppit seh jaja =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SjuXsioE7MI/AAAAAAAABJs/WGzpajsvRXM/s1600-h/stress.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SjuXsioE7MI/AAAAAAAABJs/WGzpajsvRXM/s320/stress.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349035773897534658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My desktop is sooooo cooolll manzzzzzz. Ceh since I didn't get a Macbook, might as well pimp my laptop right. Nyahha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-4821715863248539682?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/4821715863248539682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=4821715863248539682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/4821715863248539682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/4821715863248539682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/06/um-can-i-say-that-this-june-is-my-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SjuGjhBDU4I/AAAAAAAABHE/strpKQ7Kutk/s72-c/DSC00623.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-7335576394777548004</id><published>2009-06-11T23:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T00:00:42.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I gotta apologize to Syuhrah manz. lol. If she even reads my blog lah. Ever since this hols, she’s my target for pestering. During Mukhayyam, we were in the same group, and during the first breakfast&amp;nbsp; (lol last supper) together with the other kids, I was sitting beside her. The session was right after registration and doa reading. Albeit it being around 9am, I was hyper like crap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the other kids were silent and very shy and innocent looking, but there I was, sittng beside Syuhrah, and already in laughing mode. I could have talked her to death manz. I just kept on talking and talking, don’t know what the heck got into me. But the aku-smack-kau-kang expression on her face kept me going further puhahaha, not even deterring me the least. Well, no one was talking and I hate silent conferences, so I laughed at my own jokes (mampoz) to Syuhrah. I love you syuhrah ~ chu~ hahaha I know you love me too lah, that’s why you always layan me right kekeke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was late for GP class the other day. Dehmet. Just had to reserve 15 mins to eat my sandwich instead of buying takeaway at McD. So the class was held at IT lab, and I like sitting at the front now (omg I used to detest sitting at the front now I love it =_=) which was beside Syuhrah kekeke First 15 mins I was kinda.. blank. But then I got excited (cannot sit still) Jaja then came later and sat beside me. 2 hours through the class, Syuhrah said "kau macam monyet ah" then a few minutes later Jaja said "kau macam monyet" Basket =_="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and sitting beside Nana during GP = being scolded by prefect TT.TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BoA IS ON TWITTER~ BoA HAS TWITTER~!! IT'S BoAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA KWON~&lt;br /&gt;I know I told Nana last night on msn that I don't really use twitter but &lt;strong&gt;BoA HAS TWITTERRRRR&lt;/strong&gt; Okay Nana follow me follow you follow BoAAAAAAAAAAA~&lt;br /&gt;Now how to get Junsu &amp; Jaejoong to use twitter hmmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-7335576394777548004?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/7335576394777548004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=7335576394777548004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/7335576394777548004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/7335576394777548004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-gotta-apologize-to-syuhrah-manz.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-2230653729249797342</id><published>2009-06-11T15:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T15:17:39.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maryna’s dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Following Mar’s post yesterday&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Maryna: aku sedeh oy. &lt;br&gt;Norule: nape??&lt;br&gt;Maryna: hankyung.&lt;br&gt;Norule: why??&lt;br&gt;Maryna: blm baca blog mar ehh??&lt;br&gt;Maryna: sedah tauuu.&lt;br&gt;Maryna: jealous tauu.&lt;br&gt;Maryna: :(&lt;br&gt;Norule: lol blmmm&lt;br&gt;Maryna: gile babi punyaaa.&lt;br&gt;Norule: napee?&lt;br&gt;Maryna: die pegang boobs&lt;br&gt;Maryna: mesti pompan tu suke giler. cos pompan tu mmg suke hankyung. &lt;br&gt;Maryna: arhh, jealous nyaaaaa~&lt;br&gt;Norule: wahlaaaaaaaaoooooo&lt;br&gt;Maryna: =___________________=&lt;br&gt;Norule: this is worse than junsu dirty dancing dgn 3-4 pompan &lt;br&gt;Maryna: die nak pegang upper chest pompan tu, skali die terpegang betol2 direct. &lt;br&gt;Maryna: lollie.&lt;br&gt;Maryna: tkle angkat siaa &lt;br&gt;Maryna: around 1:32 gitu&lt;br&gt;Maryna: menyirap darahkuu&lt;br&gt;Norule: mar, you will learn, you hafta accept this&lt;br&gt;Maryna: tsk tskk&lt;br&gt;Norule: this is what world eh&lt;br&gt;Norule: ouuhh celebrity world&lt;br&gt;Norule: tkle jeles!&lt;br&gt;Norule: okay can smack me now&lt;br&gt;Maryna: hahahaha&lt;br&gt;Maryna: mcm paham sia&lt;br&gt;Maryna: tk pasal uh die nk joget ke aperr, tp part die terpegang tu mcm ... alamak siol seh&lt;br&gt;Norule: kau dh tgk junsu nye xiahtic? &lt;br&gt;Norule: worse manz &lt;br&gt;Norule: die grind kat pompan lg &lt;br&gt;Norule: alaaa chill ahh &lt;br&gt;Norule: accidents happen kan kan&lt;br&gt;Maryna: hahahaha &lt;br&gt;Maryna:&amp;nbsp; lol tp kann &lt;br&gt;Maryna: jealous ^^ &lt;br&gt;Maryna: okaaayyy, stopiit siaaa&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;wahaha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-2230653729249797342?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/2230653729249797342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=2230653729249797342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/2230653729249797342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/2230653729249797342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/06/marynas-dilemma.html' title='maryna’s dilemma'/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-2659930290523437984</id><published>2009-06-09T20:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:18:20.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lemme summarise the first week of my June hols, with no rests and not enough clothes to spare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday; H1 Malay Paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday &amp; Wednesday; Mukhayyam at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Si5QoIculBI/AAAAAAAABF8/rV162JtXDRw/s1600-h/01-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Si5QoIculBI/AAAAAAAABF8/rV162JtXDRw/s320/01-pola.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345298458128323602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Si5Qny80LCI/AAAAAAAABF0/PVxUGlM0QIo/s1600-h/DSC03334-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Si5Qny80LCI/AAAAAAAABF0/PVxUGlM0QIo/s320/DSC03334-pola.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345298452357327906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Si5QnpRFrHI/AAAAAAAABFs/y1smPuv6pbU/s1600-h/DSC00472-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Si5QnpRFrHI/AAAAAAAABFs/y1smPuv6pbU/s320/DSC00472-pola.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345298449758006386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Si5QnT2g1FI/AAAAAAAABFk/hcRJN5woxVg/s1600-h/DSC03310-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Si5QnT2g1FI/AAAAAAAABFk/hcRJN5woxVg/s320/DSC03310-pola.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345298444009395282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Si5QnU79XZI/AAAAAAAABFc/Vgd_OQi5Tng/s1600-h/02-pola01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Si5QnU79XZI/AAAAAAAABFc/Vgd_OQi5Tng/s320/02-pola01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345298444300672402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Nana muke kau sparoh xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday; Slept for 21 hours and then went out with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday; Azyza's 18th birthday bash at Vivo City &amp; hiking from Mt Faber to Henderson Waves. Exhausting and sweaty but it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Si5Rpq6txLI/AAAAAAAABGc/1py1YtuQUUE/s1600-h/4503_89458768751_532763751_1943935_940127_n-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Si5Rpq6txLI/AAAAAAAABGc/1py1YtuQUUE/s320/4503_89458768751_532763751_1943935_940127_n-pola.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345299584072402098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Si5RpRne7vI/AAAAAAAABGU/NqwnmP6K2es/s1600-h/4659_1160539898788_1386511467_416146_3069376_n-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Si5RpRne7vI/AAAAAAAABGU/NqwnmP6K2es/s320/4659_1160539898788_1386511467_416146_3069376_n-pola.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345299577280851698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Si5RpL4rmsI/AAAAAAAABGM/fTQXI3TwxQU/s1600-h/4503_89431163751_532763751_1943590_7501923_n-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Si5RpL4rmsI/AAAAAAAABGM/fTQXI3TwxQU/s320/4503_89431163751_532763751_1943590_7501923_n-pola.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345299575742372546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Si5RpNQqR1I/AAAAAAAABGE/c7J_lj-lOdg/s1600-h/az-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Si5RpNQqR1I/AAAAAAAABGE/c7J_lj-lOdg/s320/az-pola.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345299576111384402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had fun Azyza! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday; Attended Mar &amp; Nana &amp; Fyda &amp; Mimi's SOT GP lecture then headed to Mak Long's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday; Sent off Mak Long and family to Australia then drove off to Gunung Pulai before having dinner at Senibong. 3 rounds! Best meal ever, it keeps getting better everytime we come back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-2659930290523437984?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/2659930290523437984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=2659930290523437984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/2659930290523437984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/2659930290523437984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/06/lemme-summarise-first-week-of-my-june.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Si5QoIculBI/AAAAAAAABF8/rV162JtXDRw/s72-c/01-pola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-202177023392207008</id><published>2009-06-01T16:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T16:14:52.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wah damn. i have no laptop (hafta send to HP again to replace system memory crap), no hp, no library card, no music/mp3... hmmm. perfect timing for holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-202177023392207008?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/202177023392207008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=202177023392207008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/202177023392207008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/202177023392207008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/06/wah-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-8385070545209243764</id><published>2009-05-30T22:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T22:57:29.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Awrite, I've received my results. And I shall drop the bomb here. It is absolutely suckish and unsatisfactory. But the unsatisfactory  part is half true. As the malay peribahasa goes: Bagaimana ditanam, begitulah dituai. You reap what you sow. I kinda expected the outcome of last minute studying and endless distractions being this way. I told myself countless times that if I do fail this term, it's all my fault for not giving my all. Somehow, even getting suckish results and being compared to your friends' excellent results, that doesn't soften the blow. On the way home yesterday, I almost cried but chided myself that all the blame is on me. In the end I got frustrated for not getting an A for GP. B is suckish standards for me. Screw comprehension and AQ. Sighs. How I wish this instituition provided more academic subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absence of parents during parent-teacher meetings are a pain. For one, it's mind-boggling when your form teacher tells you to get your elder sister for the meeting. But no, she can't come. Cos well, we share different mothers. Oh my elder brother of different mother also? Where the hell is he anyway? I've only met him twice in all my life, and probably life is going downhill for him, from what I've heard. And two, if I cry, my mother is not there to scold or comfort me (either way is fine).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah I didn't fail. I'm just really disspointed at myself for not trying hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-8385070545209243764?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/8385070545209243764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=8385070545209243764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/8385070545209243764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/8385070545209243764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/05/awrite-ive-received-my-results.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-5284599171525074265</id><published>2009-05-27T23:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T23:14:49.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I shall, no, I will survive 4 more days of consuming crap food! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you cook beef sukiyaki ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-5284599171525074265?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/5284599171525074265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=5284599171525074265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/5284599171525074265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/5284599171525074265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-shall-no-i-will-survive-4-more-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-1927018189653058230</id><published>2009-05-25T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:29:04.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somewhere in the heart of the universe, an 18 year old sits alongside her teenage friends; them surrounding her with smiles and laughter alike, at the same time, heartbreaks and potential hypocrisy. But that is all what friendship promises; nothing short of a wonderful burst of energy, but nothing less either of sulks and mindless mullings. They've all been together, for that short 1 and a half year, some met 11 years ago with bright eyes and wide smiles, but time doesn't always subject you to the promise of short or long memories. It's in the a quality of time spent together, jokes and teasings passed around each other, hardships and problems solved together, is what puts you through that friends forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all in this together? Put a tick on that, my dear friends. Recently a birthday party for 4, was like a birthday party for the whole 19 of them. The official stamp of Happy Birthday MiQaNeZa, of course for them 4, gave deeper meanings to Happy Birthday to all of us. &lt;em&gt;Love, love always.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;While stopping along the way over and over again,&lt;br /&gt;We've shared smiles and tears alike&lt;br /&gt;We have made this journey&lt;br /&gt;And that's the only truth of which I am certain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While stopping along the way over and over again,&lt;br /&gt;We share smiles and tears alike (more and more)&lt;br /&gt;Because this journey that all of us have made&lt;br /&gt;Won't just fade away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see jaja. you said you love me. i say i love everyone. MENTEL~ woo~ 8D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-1927018189653058230?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/1927018189653058230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=1927018189653058230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/1927018189653058230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/1927018189653058230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/05/somewhere-in-heart-of-universe-18-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-3789564392381850915</id><published>2009-05-19T22:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:40:34.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's already a year now. How fast time flies by, without even me noticing, I've been unconsciously taking note of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'm still seeing you in my dreams. To sleep, perchance to dream. And when there's you, Ayah, I'm still in disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are no more with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really hard to let go of that fact. Cos one year ago, early morning when I was roughly woken up by Hakim, yelling at me that Ayah's passed away, I shouted at him, "Jangan nak merepek!" over and over. I think the news was hard to sink in. It still is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I think about you, my mind instantly recaps back to this very same day one year ago, when Mak Long pulled me in for a tight hug when I got there with Ma, and she kept on saying, how much you wanted me to follow along for the Langkawi trip and drew the money from your bank the moment I was given permission to go. But then you passed away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still see a teasing, annoyed, scratching, laughing Ayah. "nurul buat kan ni untuk ayah", "nurul nak ikut ayah?", "nurul nak tak? ayah belikan sekarang"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss strolling around with you, Ammar, Iqah and Syadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt about you two days ago. Still fresh in my memories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Ayah. I'll see you again in my dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-3789564392381850915?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/3789564392381850915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=3789564392381850915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/3789564392381850915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/3789564392381850915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-already-year-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-8212872669256049952</id><published>2009-05-17T22:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T00:27:39.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wargh I'm gonna kill myself right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I feel so depressed manz. I didn't even feel stress during mid yrs. But now.. Haiyo. Today has been a craaaaazy sunday, all jumbled up emotions and crap. From laughing like a cuckoo, to crying nonstop, to laughing again, then back to crying... This is already my 4th entry for today! Siao. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime someone posts their fan account of Tvxq's The Secret Code tour at the dbsg comm I feel like smashing my head through my laptop screen. BECAUSE I'M SO JEALOUS MANZ. whyyy whyyyy whyyyyyyyy can't they be more recognized in Singapore *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See! Getting depressed over ridiculous stuffs, but not even caring about A's. wth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. in order to cheer myself up (i'm so good at doing this wahha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/ShAsKd5QKoI/AAAAAAAABFQ/HXbSPCC0mZI/s1600-h/juns.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/ShAsKd5QKoI/AAAAAAAABFQ/HXbSPCC0mZI/s320/juns.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336814116769114754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only choosed the pictures of junsu with no watermarks *sighs* so it would look like a real picture instead of something I stole online *cackles* By now I should be sick of the Nobara Sumiyoshi wallpaper heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blagh sometimes I wanna slap myself silly for doing this kind of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norule = boyfriendless &amp; loveless = go find someone cute (junsu) = use photoshop or other means to make him my so called boyfriend = stupid and happy norule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF IS WRONG WITH ME LAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit: wahaha Atqh asked me on msn "ey selalunya after exams no study kn" and i was like.. how could you forget manz. She replied "macam dah lame tak skola" =___="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit2: go to Mar aka Monyet's (i'm not calling her monyet because she is one T_T SHE IS NOT A MONYET LAH. I AM KUDA WHAT WITH STRONG MALE HORMONAL POWERS) blog. She provided a good explanation on how to use that polaroid software. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit3: I am kuda because I am "simbolik lelaki gagah" wth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-8212872669256049952?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/8212872669256049952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=8212872669256049952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/8212872669256049952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/8212872669256049952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/05/wargh-im-gonna-kill-myself-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/ShAsKd5QKoI/AAAAAAAABFQ/HXbSPCC0mZI/s72-c/juns.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-7690755025132532521</id><published>2009-05-17T19:05:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T19:16:19.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG SUPER COOL THIS POLAROID SOFTWARE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sg_wJ7wCpHI/AAAAAAAABE4/3I_jGgGym_Y/s1600-h/SOCOOOOOL.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sg_wJ7wCpHI/AAAAAAAABE4/3I_jGgGym_Y/s320/SOCOOOOOL.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336748136906007666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need to buy polaroid camera or spend hours on photoshop (the polaroid template, editting picture in, what angles, use overlay/multiply/screen blabla) just to make polaroid pics. TADA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sg_wKUM9BDI/AAAAAAAABFA/PWVgPmEotsA/s1600-h/Image465-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sg_wKUM9BDI/AAAAAAAABFA/PWVgPmEotsA/s320/Image465-pola.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336748143469724722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sg_wyRfQMpI/AAAAAAAABFI/MNTuBsK5GOI/s1600-h/n1021425139_395135_5490445-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sg_wyRfQMpI/AAAAAAAABFI/MNTuBsK5GOI/s320/n1021425139_395135_5490445-pola.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336748829935940242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(wah this picture of my gang and I looks like something from the 80's LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I'm not a stingy swine (wahaha) I shall give you people the link of this awesome software. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://poladroid.net/" target=0&gt;HEREHEREHRE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go figure yourself what to do. I'm lazy to entertain people with tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: MY CLOSET HAS A HUUUUUUGE MOUNTAIN OF UNFOLDED CLOTHES. diedie difficult to find clothes. sighs. where the heck is my uniform manz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-7690755025132532521?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/7690755025132532521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=7690755025132532521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/7690755025132532521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/7690755025132532521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/05/omg-super-cool-this-polaroid-software.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sg_wJ7wCpHI/AAAAAAAABE4/3I_jGgGym_Y/s72-c/SOCOOOOOL.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-8428840828198605289</id><published>2009-05-17T17:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T17:38:05.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6wzg951vUGA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6wzg951vUGA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favourite music video. Wonder Girls' This Time. I fell in love with the video when I first saw it at JK hits. Sighs~ Now I'm crying liao listening to this song. It's been on repeat for days~ Before I sleep, the moment I wake up, in the bus blah~ I love this song so muchhh. Actually I prefer Wonder Girls' ballads than their pop songs. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm getting too emotional manz. I cried bucketloads yesterday when I watched Over the Mountain, Across the River featuring Tvxq. But not because of the members, but because of the oldies' stories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This show is about celebrities visiting the old people at Korea's rural areas, then helps them out and listens to their stories. SO TOUCHING AND HEARTWRENCHING AND FULL OF LOVE. I swear their epitome of love surpasses ANYYY love showed by modern couples. One story of an old man was of him visiting his wife's grave everyday or wassit everytime he can't sleep or sort of like that. His wife died the previous year. Ever since the passing of his wife, he couldn't sleep and keeps a picture of them both together by his side. He claimed how could he forget her when they've been together for 54 years. Sighs. 54 years of shared love and going through obstacles.. I can't imagine how he feels but just trying to comprehend his feelings made me cry so bad ; _ ; Siap with selimut and towel to wipe away my tears and snot -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I cried again when I watched Tvxq's live performance of Asu wa kuru kara (everytime manz. I always cry when I watch this). And Heart, Mind and Soul. And Proud. And some other songs. Stoppit seh T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huhuhu maybe cos it's nearing May 20th. Sighs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-8428840828198605289?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/8428840828198605289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=8428840828198605289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/8428840828198605289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/8428840828198605289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-one-of-my-favourite-music.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-5812708674202335807</id><published>2009-05-17T02:41:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T04:24:17.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One thing I learnt from my friends is that the method to study for exams and nail that impossibly complex text is by reading senior's past exam essays. SUPER USEFUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so this is the super moronic way to get those past papers when the subject's exam is the next day and scanning just takes one whole hour when you could read all those texts (haha I sound as if I'm such a studious freak)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sg8KbfDKlnI/AAAAAAAABEA/ukb-8IYFXiI/s1600-h/mor.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sg8KbfDKlnI/AAAAAAAABEA/ukb-8IYFXiI/s320/mor.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336495550764848754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank youuuu for making camera phone's quality as good as digi cam's! Okay maybe not that much lah. But still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I just came back from an outing with my family. Suddenly at 8pm Pa said we're heading out to eat. Thank gawd I finished watching Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist (I love this film so much!) before 8. So we ate at Simpang Bedok (I swear I'm outdated. This is the second time I ate here), zoomed around town, strolled at Esplanade (I SUPER LOVE walking at Esplanade at night), had cheesecake and frappe at McCafe before heading home. Sighs~ Family Time is awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sg8P3Xvf_SI/AAAAAAAABEI/OreRvBhZTyQ/s1600-h/DSC00266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sg8P3Xvf_SI/AAAAAAAABEI/OreRvBhZTyQ/s320/DSC00266.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336501527397793058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken with hakim's shitty 5mp omnia (i say shitty cos it's really shitty. not cause i didn't get it hmph)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sg8XRVnlIAI/AAAAAAAABEg/SNNgO3jBT7s/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sg8XRVnlIAI/AAAAAAAABEg/SNNgO3jBT7s/s320/001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336509670085697538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sg8XRaCG6dI/AAAAAAAABEo/XHxXgMiWh3w/s1600-h/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sg8XRaCG6dI/AAAAAAAABEo/XHxXgMiWh3w/s320/002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336509671270705618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two taken with my 2mp 4yr old sony ericsson. (truthfullu, i photoshopped them heehee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, stupid hakim thought he could hide things from ma. He went sheesha-ing yesterday and so this morning while I was half-awake he showed me the pictures of him puffing on those stuffs with his friends and some girls hanging off him arm and clinging onto him. (I told ya, this kid can't keep secrets from me. It's like "I did illegal/idiotic/forbidden stuff, MUST tell kakak!" LOL He made me promise not to tell ma. Suddenly just now ma wanted to see the pictures he had taken of the nightview of Esplanade in his hp. HAHAHA. I didn't even need to blab (not that i do...) Mother's instinct. Hehh. But luckily my family is pretty much open-minded(not as in, open, free thinkers okay).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is that, I'm the one who goes out more often than hakim. But still when he goes out and return home at 10, ma will be all, "Call kawan hakim! Ape ni budak ni tak angkat hp. Call call, battery flat" Yeah I believe the whole battery flat thing is bullshit. I've never had a battery flat (super saver heh), so from my experience, it is bullshit. But when I go out (okay lately I haven't been out. no money, no talk) and come back at 10pm, ma NEVER calls. I'll be the one calling her. Cos I'm mommy's girl like that. Hahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay it's 3am and I need to poop but can't cos the toilet light suddenly went dim... fuck my stupid macho talk of having to brave the spirits T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HAHAHA now I know what TVXQ's 9095 means. It is major anticlimatic and wtf and "that's it?!" despite the whole mysterious feeling and ooh what must Jaejoong be hiding behind composing 9095. I texted Tira the moment I found out and she said "this is called nothing better to do" WAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I d/led this TVXQ The Secret Code screensaver which plays 9095 from this Korean website.. And I've had this screensaver for a month now.. And it plays 9095 damn loud when I leave my laptop for more than 10 mins. IT IS FRUSTRATINGLY LOUD AND OBNOXIOUS cos I usually turn the volume to 60. But I don't wanna change screensaver cos the graphic is bloody nice! With all moving Junsu and Changmin and crap.. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sg8dgLnK9KI/AAAAAAAABEw/hI5sVcX6Zjk/s1600-h/scrsvr.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sg8dgLnK9KI/AAAAAAAABEw/hI5sVcX6Zjk/s320/scrsvr.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336516522167432354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a soundless version, but I can't remember where ; _ ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, when I fall asleep with my laptop still switched on, suddenly I'm jolted awake by "Mezamete yuku kasekitachi NINETY NINETY FIVEEEEEEEEEEE  5 5 5 5 5 5 5 5(the 5 echoes from here)" grr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm ranting. It's 4am already and I can't sleep. It's been such a long time since I blabbled like a chicken like this. Ciao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-5812708674202335807?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/5812708674202335807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=5812708674202335807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/5812708674202335807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/5812708674202335807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-thing-i-learnt-from-my-friends-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sg8KbfDKlnI/AAAAAAAABEA/ukb-8IYFXiI/s72-c/mor.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-1439695823295679935</id><published>2009-05-16T01:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T01:45:30.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Basket. Now that I've gotten back my laptop after sending it for servicing at HP for 4 long days (4! I survived the ordeal okay), I'm dead at what to do. So sure, midyrs ended on wednesday. But still, that left me nothing to jump out or hooray at. I couldn't "YAY! MIDYRS  ARE OVER NOW I CAN USE LAPTOP 24HRS A DAY WITHOUT SLEEPING!" cos my laptop was at HP from monday. My entertainment practically darts back to my laptop. So I was left to wonder what the heck should I be doing with no school for 4 days, without a laptop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I knew I had to claim back all the lost sleep. I practically survived on 2 hours of sleep and endless mugs of coffee every friggin' day during exams just to save my sorry ass for studying last minute. I slept at 2am and woke up at 5am, or either at 4am to study again and sometimes my body just switches on at 5am without the alarm clock having to knock me up. The last day of exams, I couldn't even focus properly. But then, after that, I managed to sleep for 10 sweet hours. Albeit waking up at 5am automatically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time was practically torturing me. I swear, the longer I was holding out for the day to come for friday for my laptop to arrive back into my arms, time was slowing down its pace, just for my sake. I read The Godmother for 5 hours and it felt like the time length doubled up on me.I watched "T" tour again (sad. I really wanna watch The Secret Code tour!), The 40 year old virgin (which had me bursting out laughing about the guy's boner and spilling piss all over his head. I know, I'm outdated. Blah.) Rush Hour 2, and all sorts of crap. And I hate waking up in the morning now. The sunshine is just.. ugh.. annoying. I prefer waking up at 5am everyday, thank you very much. Sucks that my bed is sidled along the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 2pm today, my laptop was delivered back to me. Then... nothing. Heh. I had a headache and was sleepy (basket. 11 hours of sleep still not enough?!) Plus, I've been consuming too much candies (I bought 4 packets of sweets just for the hell of it) and instant food my body's bound to betray me anyways. Had no idea what to do. I just listened to too much music and Xiahtic (!!!!!!!!!!!) on rewind and created my monthly music playlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week my family and I went out. We wanted to go bowling, but the place at Marina was packed and we had to wait for an hour for our turn. So we settled for Star Trek. Or Pa settled for Star Trek. It was the 2nd day the movie was showing. NERDS EVERYWHERE. They kept laughing at all these Star Trek inside jokes, I frowned and exclaimed "I don't understand!" loudly. Gah. Pa is a nerd as well. Hakim kept gasping "Nerd sia! Nerd sia!" everytime the people with glasses laughed at a line that he and I didn't understand. I don't think I'm a qualified nerd since I have 20/20 vision and I have not yet grasp the Star Trek language. They said the movie is good. But since I jammed on my earphones throughout the whole movie, I wouldn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants a hamster? Pa found one at the car park. And hamsters are so useless. My cat is even more useless for shying away from the teeny weeny hamster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-1439695823295679935?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/1439695823295679935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=1439695823295679935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/1439695823295679935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/1439695823295679935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/05/basket.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-2474958646218999786</id><published>2009-05-09T13:43:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T17:12:48.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Midyrs! Yeah as if I've been busy studying like shit, no. Of course I've been studying, if studying for an exam the day before the exam itself is called studying. More like mugging. And it ain't serious mugging. Going online in between, as I can't go away from the distractions (laptop! LJ! gah~) I don't even know how I'm taking A's seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been seriously sick these last few weeks. First week, diarrhea, the next week serious backache I couldn't even move my back or sit or stand properly for 3 days (intense practice of Purple Line dance. siao I am), and the next week, food poisoning for 3 days also(nuggets, mee hongkong, instant noodles, lychee tea, orea chocolate ice blended, crackers, rendang, pasta all consumed within 24 hours). Puked everytime I was out of the house, and I visited the toilet for probably 30+ times it's not even funny anymore when I had a backache. I really wanted to kill myself that time. Can't believe I went to the clinic twice in April. Luckily I got okay in May, just in time for exams. Toughest paper was Usuluddin II, I bulled all the way. I swear. Definite fail I'm tellin' ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the movies showing are really awesome. I got to watch Fast and Furious 4 with Jaja, Azyza and Mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SgUjQzRZQTI/AAAAAAAABDY/IPZpzLOieko/s1600-h/4_6_Fast_Furious_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SgUjQzRZQTI/AAAAAAAABDY/IPZpzLOieko/s320/4_6_Fast_Furious_poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333708105238266162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, but I prefer 2 Fast 2 Furious waaaay more, I think I've watched it for 5 times? Though some dorks at the back were reallly noisy. They keep saying out loud wrong stuffs like "Ohhh that's his girlfriend" when in truth it was the sister and crap. Blahhh. Noobs. Go watch from the first instalment lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SgUjRB39WbI/AAAAAAAABDg/5ioAXo2FPPg/s1600-h/17ag.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SgUjRB39WbI/AAAAAAAABDg/5ioAXo2FPPg/s320/17ag.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333708109158111666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finally watched 17 Again! With Jaja and Azyza (lol we're like movie buddies =P) It was really hilarious and seriously sweet and romantic! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch these movies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3234/3121044377_e99311e63a.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 331px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3234/3121044377_e99311e63a.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3558/3317622983_b76f6e9725.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 337px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3558/3317622983_b76f6e9725.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.regardencoulisse.com/photos/fame-movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 209px;" src="http://www.regardencoulisse.com/photos/fame-movie.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3545/3309717258_0f2291da24.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3545/3309717258_0f2291da24.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRANSFORMERS MUSSST WATCHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to MiChi, an English/Japanese Jpop artist, whose songs are epic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SgUd-jMCauI/AAAAAAAABDQ/unAICTsNFAc/s1600-h/cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SgUd-jMCauI/AAAAAAAABDQ/unAICTsNFAc/s320/cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333702294125046498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recommended tracks are PROMiSE, KiSS KiSS xxx, HEy GirL, and London Bridge. Her remixes are awesome too. I swear all these Japanese mix female singers have awesome voices, like Anna Tsuchiya (duhhh), Crystal Kay, Olivia Lufkin etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:22D6F312-B0F6-11D0-94AB-0080C74C7E95"  width="40" height="46" &gt;&lt;param name="FileName" value="http://h1.ripway.com/shestashed/01%20PROMiSE.mp3"&gt;&lt;embed  type="application/x-mplayer2" src= "http://h1.ripway.com/shestashed/01%20PROMiSE.mp3" autostart="true" loop="true" height="40" width="46"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;Free file hosting by Ripway.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;param name="autoplay" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="controller" value="true"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SgUjRbaaTyI/AAAAAAAABDo/ZZmYtsZO-vk/s1600-h/secretchunnie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SgUjRbaaTyI/AAAAAAAABDo/ZZmYtsZO-vk/s320/secretchunnie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333708116013502242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesh, another one is Tvxq's latest Jpop album, The Secret Code. I know they released this album 2 months ago, but hey, better than never. It's definitely a mysterious album. But a realllly good one. My favourite track is easily Taxi, a beautiful ballad that accents their voices and gives off a really melancholic feeling, but it sounds a bit like a Korean ballad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Secret Game&lt;br /&gt;2. Force&lt;br /&gt;3. Dōshite Kimi o Suki ni Natte Shimattandarō? [どうして君を好きになってしまったんだろう？;Why Did I Fall In Love With You?]&lt;br /&gt;4. Nobody Knows ♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;5. Beautiful You ♥♥&lt;br /&gt;6. Wasurenaide ♥♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;7. 9095 ♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;8. Jumon: Mirotic [呪文 -MIROTIC-] ♥♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;9. Taxi ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;10. Stand Up! ♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;11. Survivor ♥♥&lt;br /&gt;12. Kiss the Baby Sky ♥♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;13. Bolero ♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;14. 9096 [Hidden Track]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lah, Secret Game, Force and 9096 just haven't got to me. Secret game is really weird. But I'd probably listen to it a few times and I'd may be like it. I probably like the whole tracks except  Though my favourite Jpop album of theirs is T, I looooove all the songs in the album I can't even choose which is my definite favourite. I love their T tour. I loooove everything about T. Except maybe Yoochun's hair during the tour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh and listen to BoA's Eien and Sweet Impact!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SgUlWfTdKGI/AAAAAAAABDw/FY7BcWkBhE8/s1600-h/800px-Atashinchi_no_Danshi-banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 173px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SgUlWfTdKGI/AAAAAAAABDw/FY7BcWkBhE8/s320/800px-Atashinchi_no_Danshi-banner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333710401980672098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a new Jdrama, Atashinchi no Danshi starring Horikita Maki, Yamamoto Yusuke, Seto Koji, Mukai Osamu, etc. and any drama with Horikita Maki is definitely great and cute right? I watched the first episode last night and it's funny, weird and really interesting! Imagine a teenage girl having to be a mother to 6 guys all of various ages in one big castle, insane~ I haven't watched a Jdrama for so long! Last drama I watched was Zettai Kareshi. ooooh and Mukai Osamu is suuuchhh a cutie *_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SgUmCpjAM1I/AAAAAAAABD4/VlT4g5nUF1A/s1600-h/mukai_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SgUmCpjAM1I/AAAAAAAABD4/VlT4g5nUF1A/s320/mukai_l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333711160644481874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My laptop is going craaaaazy~ Will probably send it to HP for repair. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays off I go~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: grrrr i'm using a shitty 4 yr old sony ericsson which hangs like crazy and can't be charged via plug, yet hakim got an omnia even when he has a fully functioning phone? taik! i'm saving up my own money to buy a handphone =_= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GI MAMPOS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-2474958646218999786?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/2474958646218999786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=2474958646218999786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/2474958646218999786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/2474958646218999786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/05/midyrs-yeah-as-if-ive-been-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SgUjQzRZQTI/AAAAAAAABDY/IPZpzLOieko/s72-c/4_6_Fast_Furious_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-217827262034158843</id><published>2009-04-13T21:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T23:40:04.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohh pssh. Mimi and I decided to sing and record Junsu's Rainy Night. Just because Mimi loves it that she listens to Junsu's heavenly voice (?) every morning and I... it's a heartbreaking song, and come on, it's Junsu ♥ T_T So sang Junsu's Rainy Night we did, at the library. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st take: Rain in my heart... PUHAHAHAHAHAA&lt;br /&gt;2nd take: Rain in my heart... HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;3rd take: Oi betol2 la. K kau nyanyi first two line aku nyanyi last two line. K. Rain in my heart.. Mou yamanaPUHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it goes on like that for 6 more takes with us guffawing like twits in the library before we finally got to sing without choking on our laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear if Junsu even gets his hand on the recording of this, he'll be really "Mou yamanai, namida wa, tonight" meaning, "The tears won't stop tonight" ROFLMAO &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAINISM NEXT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I so have to finish up my GP assignment. Ptuii.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-217827262034158843?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/217827262034158843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=217827262034158843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/217827262034158843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/217827262034158843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/04/ohh-pssh.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-2377216102551910365</id><published>2009-04-12T16:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T01:11:24.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a belated birthday surprise last friday! Was at cik sidah's, hanging with tira, shaza and dina when our aunts called us out from the room. There was a cake on the table and I was like.. "Whose birthday is it??" LIke seriously! I never thought it was for me. Thank you cik aie for the cake :)))) And of course to all my cousins hee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SeGprM3DlNI/AAAAAAAABCg/gizzxWaFWcg/s1600-h/DSC00007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SeGprM3DlNI/AAAAAAAABCg/gizzxWaFWcg/s320/DSC00007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323722794180252882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SeGpsL49_3I/AAAAAAAABDA/RXSybK88oCQ/s1600-h/DSC00002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SeGpsL49_3I/AAAAAAAABDA/RXSybK88oCQ/s320/DSC00002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323722811099709298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SeGprtXHYUI/AAAAAAAABC4/fZMVUbcOrBk/s1600-h/jkbg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SeGprtXHYUI/AAAAAAAABC4/fZMVUbcOrBk/s320/jkbg.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323722802904654146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SeGprQyDcHI/AAAAAAAABCw/7V6IQ8IEVeA/s1600-h/SNC00035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SeGprQyDcHI/AAAAAAAABCw/7V6IQ8IEVeA/s320/SNC00035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323722795233013874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SeGprVus4vI/AAAAAAAABCo/FjP_T7LiZs0/s1600-h/SNC00033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SeGprVus4vI/AAAAAAAABCo/FjP_T7LiZs0/s320/SNC00033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323722796561130226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, then I slept over at cik aie's for two nights. Shaza couldn't follow since she had classes on saturday ): So I didn't have my sleep buddy with me. I mean, when we sleepover, I will always sleep with shaza and we'd fight for the bedsheet to cover our bodies in the middle of the night while shivering in the cold. heh. We watched Shutter at 11pm, it wasn't scary lah tira, you twit. And sorry dina for elbowing your eye in the morning just now =P Had a bad dream lah xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-2377216102551910365?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/2377216102551910365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=2377216102551910365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/2377216102551910365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/2377216102551910365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-had-surprise-belated-birthday-part.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SeGprM3DlNI/AAAAAAAABCg/gizzxWaFWcg/s72-c/DSC00007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-6901616651334923137</id><published>2009-04-11T17:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T17:22:03.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Twice</title><content type='html'>HEY YO! MISS MYUNG HEE/GD BABY/MCGORGEOUS in the house ! Well, room actually.&lt;br /&gt;I'm updating on behalf of my terribly lazy cousin . Oh well, I dont mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. I'm here to promote my new fanfic. PLEASE VISIT EYYYY??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.winglin.net/fanfic/royally"&gt;http://www.winglin.net/fanfic/royally&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... what else shall I write? Oh yeah, DO link me up and join my M&amp;amp;M fanclub okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://heart-cubist.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://heart-cubist.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And follow me on Twitter! my user name is heartcubist ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall bid my farewell now.&lt;br /&gt;Toodles Chyeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Is there a spell to make two people fall in love again?*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-6901616651334923137?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/6901616651334923137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=6901616651334923137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/6901616651334923137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/6901616651334923137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-twice.html' title='Just Twice'/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-3972070080552995949</id><published>2009-04-04T17:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T17:40:42.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SdcpAr7AGYI/AAAAAAAABCY/L_8u8-oRpu8/s1600-h/2008100200910_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SdcpAr7AGYI/AAAAAAAABCY/L_8u8-oRpu8/s320/2008100200910_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320766576528464258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SdcojUUjw7I/AAAAAAAABCQ/DHzlqj3vPhk/s1600-h/2008100200910_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SdcojUUjw7I/AAAAAAAABCQ/DHzlqj3vPhk/s320/2008100200910_11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320766071977001906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SdcojcTulCI/AAAAAAAABCI/woSS2omuXlY/s1600-h/2008100200910_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SdcojcTulCI/AAAAAAAABCI/woSS2omuXlY/s320/2008100200910_10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320766074120999970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sdcn-FnaWhI/AAAAAAAABCA/IfPHk8GA9Ec/s1600-h/3005581844_5fcced326c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sdcn-FnaWhI/AAAAAAAABCA/IfPHk8GA9Ec/s320/3005581844_5fcced326c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320765432374385170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sdcn9zz-xpI/AAAAAAAABB4/Fxv104dBKd8/s1600-h/2008100200910_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sdcn9zz-xpI/AAAAAAAABB4/Fxv104dBKd8/s320/2008100200910_9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320765427595265682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh bebehhh I've found the handphone that I want~ A flip phone as well as a touchscreen phone, all in one package. I know, it's one of the three handphones Jaejoong is using~ Ohh bebeh~ Tira if you get to go to Korea, can you buy it for me?? *flutters eyelashes* LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH IT'S $600!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-3972070080552995949?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/3972070080552995949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=3972070080552995949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/3972070080552995949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/3972070080552995949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/04/ohh-bebehhh-ive-found-handphone-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SdcpAr7AGYI/AAAAAAAABCY/L_8u8-oRpu8/s72-c/2008100200910_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-489395208675771120</id><published>2009-04-02T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T00:29:15.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ku syg sak&amp;nekma&amp;jaja&amp;nana&amp;mimi (:&lt;br /&gt;mentel LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-489395208675771120?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/489395208675771120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=489395208675771120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/489395208675771120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/489395208675771120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/04/ku-syg-sak-mentel-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-195125087364323400</id><published>2009-03-29T15:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T15:54:20.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Forgot to post pics of Night Safari. Went with my family during the one week holiday. It was great, of course. Though I became distracted halfway through the monorail ride, &lt;i&gt;because of some annoying git.&lt;/i&gt; Thus I didn't enjoy it as much as my brothers did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc8n7xi8-qI/AAAAAAAABAw/GIvfjxN6cr0/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc8n7xi8-qI/AAAAAAAABAw/GIvfjxN6cr0/s320/014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318513592813550242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc8n7ucvJ0I/AAAAAAAABAo/PPcNYs0H9Zk/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc8n7ucvJ0I/AAAAAAAABAo/PPcNYs0H9Zk/s320/012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318513591982171970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc8n7X7XmQI/AAAAAAAABAg/kwNbcDuh5eY/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc8n7X7XmQI/AAAAAAAABAg/kwNbcDuh5eY/s320/009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318513585936636162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc8pFmGrQjI/AAAAAAAABBY/li7AhgjONZk/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc8pFmGrQjI/AAAAAAAABBY/li7AhgjONZk/s320/011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318514861052478002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc8n7MduVJI/AAAAAAAABAQ/2NMDyIbTZHQ/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc8n7MduVJI/AAAAAAAABAQ/2NMDyIbTZHQ/s320/008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318513582859506834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc8oXnWfXNI/AAAAAAAABBI/oqWtscTlbuc/s1600-h/025.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/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc8oXnWfXNI/AAAAAAAABBI/oqWtscTlbuc/s320/025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318514071113260242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc8oXq9KmYI/AAAAAAAABBA/KI9M8hkinSs/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc8oXq9KmYI/AAAAAAAABBA/KI9M8hkinSs/s320/017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318514072080783746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc8oXYehYvI/AAAAAAAABA4/Vp-LxAu7sDQ/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc8oXYehYvI/AAAAAAAABA4/Vp-LxAu7sDQ/s320/018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318514067120415474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc8opEsTODI/AAAAAAAABBQ/3dSTGYRuiAc/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc8opEsTODI/AAAAAAAABBQ/3dSTGYRuiAc/s320/036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318514371047143474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-195125087364323400?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/195125087364323400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=195125087364323400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/195125087364323400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/195125087364323400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/03/forgot-to-post-pics-of-night-safari.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc8n7xi8-qI/AAAAAAAABAw/GIvfjxN6cr0/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-7565374634485763575</id><published>2009-03-28T13:54:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T14:43:18.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Presents I received &amp; stuffs I bought reccently (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc28eP97eTI/AAAAAAAAA9o/0a0yO8irchQ/s1600-h/MARCH+STUFF+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318113962862803250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc28eP97eTI/AAAAAAAAA9o/0a0yO8irchQ/s320/MARCH+STUFF+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc28eRA23MI/AAAAAAAAA94/K0S-ue9gYuc/s1600-h/MARCH+STUFF+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318113963143519426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc28eRA23MI/AAAAAAAAA94/K0S-ue9gYuc/s320/MARCH+STUFF+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc3FEQ840bI/AAAAAAAABAI/7osccwoIXD4/s1600-h/MARCH+STUFF+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc3FEQ840bI/AAAAAAAABAI/7osccwoIXD4/s320/MARCH+STUFF+008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318123412054921650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc3FENdYvUI/AAAAAAAABAA/biUN84fHK0E/s1600-h/MARCH+STUFF+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc3FENdYvUI/AAAAAAAABAA/biUN84fHK0E/s320/MARCH+STUFF+005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318123411117489474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc28ekLpCNI/AAAAAAAAA-A/CaKfTsDSfF8/s1600-h/MARCH+STUFF+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc28eWL9T5I/AAAAAAAAA9w/zuwIga32ovg/s1600-h/MARCH+STUFF+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc28ekLpCNI/AAAAAAAAA-A/CaKfTsDSfF8/s1600-h/MARCH+STUFF+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc28eWL9T5I/AAAAAAAAA9w/zuwIga32ovg/s1600-h/MARCH+STUFF+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc28e4njLzI/AAAAAAAAA-I/uYK1OphSq_w/s1600-h/MARCH+STUFF+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318113973774790450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc28e4njLzI/AAAAAAAAA-I/uYK1OphSq_w/s320/MARCH+STUFF+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bought all these earrings this month! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc29hTfkIlI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/p9MZsueP55A/s1600-h/MARCH+STUFF+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318115114860421714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc29hTfkIlI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/p9MZsueP55A/s320/MARCH+STUFF+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc29hD0MpII/AAAAAAAAA-Q/oRKI1ZA0D6M/s1600-h/MARCH+STUFF+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318115110651995266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc29hD0MpII/AAAAAAAAA-Q/oRKI1ZA0D6M/s320/MARCH+STUFF+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday a whole bunch of my friends and I went shopping at Fareast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc3B1YLZ6eI/AAAAAAAAA-o/KRPzofnOOSU/s1600-h/2562-1102965661631-1451412529-298858-6801003-n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318119857761937890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc3B1YLZ6eI/AAAAAAAAA-o/KRPzofnOOSU/s320/2562-1102965661631-1451412529-298858-6801003-n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc3B0-VarJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/9Ru1nj_lLCQ/s1600-h/P270309-18.11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318119850824608914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc3B0-VarJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/9Ru1nj_lLCQ/s320/P270309-18.11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc3Caaz4epI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/YOHWOsgDtX8/s1600-h/2572_1113291517608_1386511467_308649_3763772_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318120494123743890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc3Caaz4epI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/YOHWOsgDtX8/s320/2572_1113291517608_1386511467_308649_3763772_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc3CaZcLpKI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/3pqyzNWq8ow/s1600-h/P270309-16.01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318120493755901090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc3CaZcLpKI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/3pqyzNWq8ow/s320/P270309-16.01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc3CZ_36JuI/AAAAAAAAA_I/kGkzHfQUddQ/s1600-h/P270309-15.5201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318120486892873442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc3CZ_36JuI/AAAAAAAAA_I/kGkzHfQUddQ/s320/P270309-15.5201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc3ES700g8I/AAAAAAAAA_4/YVxPt5Kn49Q/s1600-h/DSC02258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318122564570350530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc3ES700g8I/AAAAAAAAA_4/YVxPt5Kn49Q/s320/DSC02258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc3DGUEhfJI/AAAAAAAAA_w/6VdEc8A8FRA/s1600-h/2562_1102969981739_1451412529_298871_4971936_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318121248228736146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc3DGUEhfJI/AAAAAAAAA_w/6VdEc8A8FRA/s320/2562_1102969981739_1451412529_298871_4971936_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc3B1SFRbQI/AAAAAAAAA-4/0s3EARytE9Q/s1600-h/DSC02239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318119856125603074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc3B1SFRbQI/AAAAAAAAA-4/0s3EARytE9Q/s320/DSC02239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc3B1SRqFkI/AAAAAAAAA-w/WqdXmmgQp7g/s1600-h/DSC02238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318119856177550914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc3B1SRqFkI/AAAAAAAAA-w/WqdXmmgQp7g/s320/DSC02238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc3DGYu2NKI/AAAAAAAAA_o/iYn0ED9sUds/s1600-h/P270309-16.0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318121249479996578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc3DGYu2NKI/AAAAAAAAA_o/iYn0ED9sUds/s320/P270309-16.0201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARCH IS SO FANTASTIC. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-7565374634485763575?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/7565374634485763575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=7565374634485763575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/7565374634485763575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/7565374634485763575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/03/presents-i-received-stuffs-i-bought.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sc28eP97eTI/AAAAAAAAA9o/0a0yO8irchQ/s72-c/MARCH+STUFF+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-5440528528781220647</id><published>2009-03-25T21:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T23:06:05.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sco3hh0vU8I/AAAAAAAAA9g/04nIWtyDA_4/s1600-h/P250309_14.46%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sco3hh0vU8I/AAAAAAAAA9g/04nIWtyDA_4/s320/P250309_14.46%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317123359219078082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIYA. look at the back instead of us both ok (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-5440528528781220647?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/5440528528781220647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=5440528528781220647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/5440528528781220647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/5440528528781220647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/03/aiya.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sco3hh0vU8I/AAAAAAAAA9g/04nIWtyDA_4/s72-c/P250309_14.46%5B01%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-615989133044263801</id><published>2009-03-22T16:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T12:25:23.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hee~ I'm so happy right now !!&lt;br /&gt;So I'm 18 today. I feel the same like I did yesterday, (as in, no difference from any other days haha)&lt;br /&gt;BUT!&lt;br /&gt;I'm really happy with all the wishes and doas that I got since last night while I was watching The Nanny marathon alone (boohoo) and though I spent the first half of today alone again (parents &amp; fuad at malacca, hakim at tuition), I can't be more thankful. Of course lah my parents are now back home safely, alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;*smiles widely*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY THANK YOU TO ALL THESE WONDERFUL PEOPLE:&lt;br /&gt;Kak Rafiqah&lt;br /&gt;Abg Iwan&lt;br /&gt;Atiqah&lt;br /&gt;Nana&lt;br /&gt;Sak&lt;br /&gt;Aisha&lt;br /&gt;Jaja&lt;br /&gt;Zeeq&lt;br /&gt;Zeyda&lt;br /&gt;Sheyka&lt;br /&gt;Feeza&lt;br /&gt;Maryna&lt;br /&gt;Mimi&lt;br /&gt;Nekma&lt;br /&gt;Kimmy&lt;br /&gt;Zeke (for dedicating such a sweet and lovely LJ entry xDD)&lt;br /&gt;Cik Aie (&amp; family)&lt;br /&gt;Ayu&lt;br /&gt;Dina&lt;br /&gt;Ma &amp; Pa (even though they calld me like... so late on the phone)&lt;br /&gt;Hakim &lt;br /&gt;Kak Liyah (birthday wish all the way from indon! haha)&lt;br /&gt;Nami (this boy remembered! lol)&lt;br /&gt;TIRA aka GDbaby aka Myung Hee aka sec ed tchr aka my cool cousin hahaha (for dedicating such a cool blogpost xD)&lt;br /&gt;MY CLASSMATES! (awesome people, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE PRESENTS! &lt;333333)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I GOT A RAINBOW SEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/ScX8RcMMpCI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/k_Tsi_HuSPI/s1600-h/000011bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/ScX8RcMMpCI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/k_Tsi_HuSPI/s320/000011bw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315932311736067106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU ZEKE FOR THE BEAUTIFUL RAINBOW! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dear small cute cousins called me *so touched*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU ALL! &lt;333333333333333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But haiyo so lousy have to study for tests this week. sigh. Wanna go out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you again people! love ya'll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-615989133044263801?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/615989133044263801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=615989133044263801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/615989133044263801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/615989133044263801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/03/hee-im-so-happy-right-now-so-im-18.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/ScX8RcMMpCI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/k_Tsi_HuSPI/s72-c/000011bw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-1821764570618712873</id><published>2009-03-21T09:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T09:46:33.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Argh! I hate waking up to feeling like shit. Now I'm just balling my anger and ready to throw it at anyone. Add in the fact I had one of my karma-ish days yesterday. Like, as if the world is acting up upon you just to spite you? Yeah, that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I went out with Sak to hang for a few at Orchard's Mccafe. Supposedly to study. But I brought my laptop, and blah blah we talked a lot so yeah.. You get where that headed to. We were sitting at the top corner, and there wasn't any power socket to plug my laptop charger, so we moved to the next table when the occupant left (yeah yeah occupant) and there was a power socket, so I plugged it in. Surprise, it doesn't work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour or so later, I was buying latte and told Sak to move at the front cos there's an empty seat and there're two power sockets. So she did moved, and I got my power socket. Two, okay, two power sockets. I plugged in, first one doesn't work. Tried the other one beside it, DOESN'T WORK. ohmygod I was ready to scream anytime. Fine, continued chatting and not studying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of us, there was a chinese guy (apek lah) who had his laptop plugged to the power socket just nearby and reacheable enough for my charger. But he's been sitting there longer than us! I waited any second and countered his movements whether he was gonna leave any sooner so I could use the power socket he was using. But he didn't. By then it was 4pm, and Sak wanted to solat, so I told her that we move now. AND THEN. The chinese guy plugged off his charger and packed his stuff the moment I said that we should move. COINCIDENCE OR SPITE?! I told ya, I could cry at that moment. Le sigh. hidop hidop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh anyway I wanna buy more chio stuff. At Fareast Plaza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-1821764570618712873?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/1821764570618712873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=1821764570618712873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/1821764570618712873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/1821764570618712873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/03/argh-i-hate-waking-up-to-feeling-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-4875032323697468935</id><published>2009-03-17T08:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T09:31:01.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday my friends and I had an 'advanced birthday outing'.Halfway through my journey to our meeting place, the clouds slowly grew darker and I texted Nekma: "Nekma, are you staring at the same sky as me? hahaha. kau nmpk ape aku nmpk? langit sikit gelap." So it really did rain even before I arrived at the venue and so the initial plan of cycling at East Coast was cancelled to give way for bowling at Ehub. After Nekma, Azyza, Kimmy, Sak and (surprise!) Jaja and I got together, we had brunch at BK and then we bowled. Woo~ I suck at bowling. There were a few series of unfortunate events (!!) such that I fought with Jaja to play for Sak's turn since her ankle was hurt, and I wanted to take Jaja's turn cos she had two goes at Sak's turn, and while wanting to show Azyza how to get a perfect strike by going close to the pins at the front (I walked on the lane and almost fell but thanks to azyza who grabbed hold of me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sb77_ov_XHI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/PoXaD4yy7rE/s1600-h/DSC01655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sb77_ov_XHI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/PoXaD4yy7rE/s320/DSC01655.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313961681032797298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sb77_Y9AnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/lGVhCyAFYn4/s1600-h/DSC01668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sb77_Y9AnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/lGVhCyAFYn4/s320/DSC01668.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313961676792438322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sb77_CoOElI/AAAAAAAAA9A/MA7fNtUWhMQ/s1600-h/DSC01650.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/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sb77_CoOElI/AAAAAAAAA9A/MA7fNtUWhMQ/s320/DSC01650.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313961670799659602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sb77-mGDL1I/AAAAAAAAA84/L3qUArj4JhY/s1600-h/DSC01660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sb77-mGDL1I/AAAAAAAAA84/L3qUArj4JhY/s320/DSC01660.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313961663140147026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sb77-SoGhPI/AAAAAAAAA8w/yDID8g5QbcM/s1600-h/2572_1107370569588_1386511467_294039_2984278_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sb77-SoGhPI/AAAAAAAAA8w/yDID8g5QbcM/s320/2572_1107370569588_1386511467_294039_2984278_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313961657914262770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my friends convinced me to watch the Thai horror movie 'Coming Soon...', at Cathay cos all the other shows sucked and this one looked okay. They wanted to have a screamfest. I really didn't want to watch a horror movie! Especially a Thai one! Last time I watched one with my cousins we were clinging onto each other for dear life. Thought of watching Watchmen but it was M18 and only Sak and Kimmy are 18, the rest of us have to wait for another week or months. So after my friends promised they'd accompany me to Orchard, I agreed to watch the NC16 movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le sigh. Only half the theater was occupied. The 6 of us sat together in a line, and the slow me got to sit at end. Infront and beside me was totally empty. The opening of the movie was haunting and gave shivers down my spine what with the sound and bloody letters. The starting, SUPER BLOODY SCARY NAK MAMPOS. And it remained blood-chilling all the way till the end. Azyza, Sak, Kimmy, Jaja and I covered our eyes the whole way (peeked through our fingers lah). Sak and I put on our ear phones and proceeded to listen to music so as not to hear the nerve wrecking sound effects. Screamed our heads off through the movie. And even guys at the back screamed!  I held on to Sak's arm. Ceh, Nekma being the sadist she is, watched the whole movie without even closing her eyes! I thought it was only us who shrieked in horror, but I think because I screamed too loudly I thought the other patrons didn't scream, but all did. And at the end, when we thought the movie was over, but the lights still wasn't switched on, the screen was flickered back to life and the ghost was zoomed in headshot, shouting "DO YOU WANT TO SEE ME DIE?" and that set the whole theater off in shock. My heart raced like hell. I wanted to cry and bolt out of the place halfway through the show, but I didn't want to be dubbed pengecut. My wits were scattered all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scariest horror movie ever, I swear. Ok, according to me lah. I could sit through murder movies alone, but never horror ones. Maybe I'm exxagerating, but all my friends said it was freaking scary and when people got out of the hall, they had this shocked look on their faces. It shouldn't have been rated NC16. It should be R21! Gore and horror melded into one. Would you rate slashing the sides of one's mouth with a knife and taking out little kid's eyeball with a knife NC16?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you wanna know just how scary this Thai movie is, go watch it yourself. Amidst the whole horror movies stack proving not-so-scary plots, this show has got an interesting and good plot but it should be different than this century's lame horror movies. BUT! I will never watch a Thai horror movie ever again. Whatever the circumstances maybe. I'm too lazy to type a summary of the movie, it's a bit complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Jaja, Kimmy and Nekma headed home so us three (azyza, sak and I) went to Orchard and window shopped before chilling at Coffee Bean for a while. Blegh, the cheesecake tasted stale as if they had put it on for days. And yes, cos I arrived home around 9+, I bribed hakim to fetch me at the bus stop. hee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the horror movie (it's not bad, it's just really scary until you could pee in your pants), I really had fun. Thanks korg for the great day~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, in case anyone is interested, here's a summary I copied online:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What kind of scenes in a horror film scares you the most? When a ghost appears totally unexpectedly? When the main character does not see the ghost sneaking up behind him? When at the very end you find out that the main character was actually a ghost all along? But none of this compares to the feeling of arriving home alone and suddenly being stuck by a feeling of dj vu that you are reenacting the very same scenes in the horror movie you just saw! This movie will scare you from the second you step inside the movie theatre. It will get you wondering if Something or Someone might be waiting for you to let your guard down. The horror movie that you just saw is about to happen to you in real life! Coming Soon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reviews online from people who watched it, EVERYONE SAID IT WAS BLOODY SCARY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-4875032323697468935?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/4875032323697468935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=4875032323697468935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/4875032323697468935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/4875032323697468935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/03/yesterday-my-friends-and-i-had-advanced.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/Sb77_ov_XHI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/PoXaD4yy7rE/s72-c/DSC01655.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-2177660577353785353</id><published>2009-03-15T12:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T13:05:35.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I. am. so. bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pa won't take us out for Night Safari tonight cos hakim would be tired from his 3 day ncc camp. I reallly really want to go to night safari. And perhaps IT fair before that. Now I'm just stuck at home with an empty stomach and I'm too lazy to cook! My parents are out and they've gone shopping alone. I cleaned the house the moment I woke up and there's nothing good on tv. What a dead and still sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I think I should be deleting some videos. Cos I'm running out of space !! And sort my sastera notes presentation. Also my gazillion pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, some years ago Sak and I sat in orchard's mcd to discuss my new story's characters (yeh in which I haven't finished). One of them was this goth guy whose name is Gabriel but is called Gaby by his twin brother. Then, on dA, there's this Spanish guy whose overly hot and cute (i think), is a goth, whose name is Gabriel, but is nicknamed Gaby. Coincidence or not! I'm in glee that one of my characters does exist! woo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fyi, I'm just blogging just for the sake of doing something. I'm already dead on this blogging thing. Will blog when something interesting happens. Which is unlikely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-2177660577353785353?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/2177660577353785353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=2177660577353785353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/2177660577353785353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/2177660577353785353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/03/i.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-3714788188931832660</id><published>2009-03-14T11:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T11:50:55.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After so long, we had another one of our movie marathon at my place. With azizah too! po'ot and jaja couldn't join D: Next time okays~ We had fun as always, even though nekma keeps on wanting to fast forward the movie xD And I think I bought too many junk food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-3714788188931832660?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/3714788188931832660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=3714788188931832660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/3714788188931832660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/3714788188931832660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/03/after-so-long-we-had-another-one-of-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-5712125212460789878</id><published>2009-03-13T00:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T00:44:03.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HAD A NIGHTMARE. I killed a girl named Kira with a military knife in my bathroom and I had to be jailed. SUPER DUPER SCARY I ALMOST CRIED. But I drooled instead =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so whattheheck did i wanna say just now hmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-5712125212460789878?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/5712125212460789878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=5712125212460789878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/5712125212460789878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/5712125212460789878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-had-nightmare.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-2719883648871067824</id><published>2009-03-09T23:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T23:49:08.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today, *cries* i spent time with these two great people who listened to me ramble on and on aimlessly. we chilled at coffee bean while waiting for the rain to stop. we shared a chocolate ice blended and blueberry cheesecake! my fave lah seh. walaupon mahal nak mampos, dah share tu tak terok sgt. kan kan kan. hahahaha. and thank you, you two who cares so much bout me even though i'm stupid enough to realise it a lot later (i know, i'm that dense =_=) and for accompanying me while walking in the rain just now. hee~ i hope we can hang out like this again. and thank you for making me realise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have such nice friends. *is terribly touched and moved to tears*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to mimo: bozo tu adek aku lah T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also to my friends who came for maulid just now, sorry i couldn't greet you guys properly. was busy mcm buat keje kawen. heh~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-2719883648871067824?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/2719883648871067824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=2719883648871067824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/2719883648871067824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/2719883648871067824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-cries-i-spent-time-with-these-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-7069110793429618918</id><published>2009-03-08T10:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T14:27:46.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SbMvwEH5VHI/AAAAAAAAA8g/mxx5S33747U/s1600-h/DSC00853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SbMvwEH5VHI/AAAAAAAAA8g/mxx5S33747U/s320/DSC00853.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310640888387032178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SbMvv6_9BOI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/knHB0Yempbs/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SbMvv6_9BOI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/knHB0Yempbs/s320/Image017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310640885937800418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 16th Birthday bozo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know you wrote love poems. HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA. And there's a whole file of it O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SbNlOrmNOHI/AAAAAAAAA8o/JYY3oTQIz_s/s1600-h/DSC00869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SbNlOrmNOHI/AAAAAAAAA8o/JYY3oTQIz_s/s320/DSC00869.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310699688495495282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it I didn't get to read the rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-7069110793429618918?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/7069110793429618918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=7069110793429618918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/7069110793429618918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/7069110793429618918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-16th-birthday-bozo.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SbMvwEH5VHI/AAAAAAAAA8g/mxx5S33747U/s72-c/DSC00853.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-4378994279303167000</id><published>2009-03-05T18:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T20:24:21.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Usually girls share their stuffs with their sisters, but I share (forced to) my stuffs with my 16 year old brother who is as tall as a giant and has a bottomless pit (is always hungry) and is having crushes who are older than me (!!!!). So, seeing that I'm always screaming at him or him at me for using each other's stuffs with/out permission, here's a list of things that we can and cannot use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;NURUL'S STUFF THAT HAKIM CAN USE:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-face wash (yeh heh he's secretly a girl cos he screams and giggles like one)&lt;br /&gt;-headphone&lt;br /&gt;-storybooks (not my sarah dessen novels though)&lt;br /&gt;-cds (but please return them to its place and DON'T MESS UP THE BOOKLET)&lt;br /&gt;-jacket/hoodie (cos he's a girl, i'm telling you)&lt;br /&gt;-bed&lt;br /&gt;-emo bangles/anything in my bangles/bracelets box&lt;br /&gt;-bags&lt;br /&gt;-magazine (one time i came home to him reading my SEVENTEEN MAGAZINE!!!lounging on my bed!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;-handphone (cos my phone boring liao. no suspicious stuff.)&lt;br /&gt;-bedsheet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;NURUL'S STUFF THAT HAKIM CANNOT USE:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-LAPTOP! (DO NOT USE MY LAPTOP WHEN YOU HAVE YOUR OWN COMPUTER IN YOUR OWN BLOODY ROOM AND DON'T PLAY FACEBOOK GAMES/ANY GAMES ON MY LAPTOP. IT IS BLOODY FRAGILE. GO DESTROY YOUR OWN COMPUTER.)&lt;br /&gt;-deodorant. (it's not funny when your brother smells like a girl and denies ever using your deodorant when you come home from school suddenly to find it empty)&lt;br /&gt;-earpiece (i cried the last time he spoiled my creative earpiece)&lt;br /&gt;-pens/pencils/erasers/markers/calligraphy stuff (not even for your friends! cos the last time they used it, they finished it meh! got money go buy yourself lah!)&lt;br /&gt;-usb cable (use your own usb cable!)&lt;br /&gt;-hair brush (dandroff. eiew)&lt;br /&gt;-manga&lt;br /&gt;-blanket &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAKIM'S STUFF THAT KAKAK CAN USE:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-headphone&lt;br /&gt;-mp3&lt;br /&gt;computer (i don't care. i'm the one who maintained that computer)&lt;br /&gt;-belt&lt;br /&gt;-psp&lt;br /&gt;-handphone charger&lt;br /&gt;-leather cuff (entahla)&lt;br /&gt;-xbox&lt;br /&gt;-guitar hero guitar&lt;br /&gt;-socks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAKIM'S STUFF THAT KAKAK CANNOT USE:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-handphone (do not touch at all cost!!!)&lt;br /&gt;-clothes &lt;br /&gt;-bed (cos it will smell of kakak)&lt;br /&gt;-hairspray (don't spray on smelly stuffs)&lt;br /&gt;-deodorant&lt;br /&gt;-earphone (cos it's precious)&lt;br /&gt;-pillow (likes the way it smell of his saliva)&lt;br /&gt;-room (room smells like cow dung)&lt;br /&gt;-hoodie&lt;br /&gt;-socks (what do i care.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annnd some more stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEREFORE, it is important to set rules to establish a love/hate sibling thing. see how stingy my brother is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i did this cos last night  i refused to let him use my laptop, so then as revenge he plucked off my phone when i charged it in his room. grrrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-4378994279303167000?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/4378994279303167000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=4378994279303167000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/4378994279303167000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/4378994279303167000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/03/usually-girls-share-their-stuffs-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-7313546316050046388</id><published>2009-03-02T18:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:59:49.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now that we have a car (again),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to go balik kampong ever again. at least not in 5 years. why? cos it's booooooring and i have no one to talk to. hmph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-7313546316050046388?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/7313546316050046388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=7313546316050046388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/7313546316050046388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/7313546316050046388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/03/now-that-we-have-car-again-i-dont-want.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-2237823641099809292</id><published>2009-03-01T01:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T01:46:08.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh noooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from Johor. My family and I ate at Senibong. The breaded prawns are the best prawns I've ever tasted. And so.. we were discussing about video games before we ate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuad: Kak, when you get married, you have to live with a boy you know. You have to play your own games tau. (as in, xbox or ps2 games)&lt;br /&gt;Me (without much thought): What for? I'll make my own games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. I don't even know how that came out of my mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also discussed The Sims apartment life, I wanted to play that game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma: ee takmo lah, time tu ma nampak, the bed was shaking&lt;br /&gt;Me: The bed was shaking?&lt;br /&gt;Ma: Pasal org tgh main lah&lt;br /&gt;Me: Whoaaa gerek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just now, I was dyeing my hair and pa came into the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pa: Kenape mesti kau dye rambot?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why should I not dye my hair?&lt;br /&gt;Pa: Only crazy people like you would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me.. or does Placebo sound nicer to listen to in the middle of the night?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-2237823641099809292?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/2237823641099809292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=2237823641099809292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/2237823641099809292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/2237823641099809292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-noooooo-just-got-back-from-johor.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-362285193147188122</id><published>2009-02-27T21:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T21:42:25.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I'm going to cry, like right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how I brooded over not getting to buy Rock &amp; Read which featured Shou? And then wanted Rock &amp; Read to feature Saga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAGA WAS FEATURED ON ROCK &amp; READ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SaftMPP0hQI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/ViHhzrxr350/s1600-h/SAGK.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SaftMPP0hQI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/ViHhzrxr350/s320/SAGK.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307471480386520322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*flails*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOD I WANT THIS FUCKING ISSUE MORE THAN I WANT VIEWTY AND MIROTIC VER C!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know where to start, all the shots are superfriggin'hot and ohsosagalicious =_= Though he looked like Gackt a bit. A Genesis too. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okgoesbacktotvxq.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-362285193147188122?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/362285193147188122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=362285193147188122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/362285193147188122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/362285193147188122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-think-im-going-to-cry-like-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SaftMPP0hQI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/ViHhzrxr350/s72-c/SAGK.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-8293045739917881955</id><published>2009-02-25T18:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:04:48.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss my cousins sooooo much! I miss our sleepovers and sleeping late at nights talking about pervertic stuffs, especially with ms gd-baby teaching sex ed at the more innocent ones. And also educating shaza about kpop hahahaha I msged that girl this morning at 6am  on the way to school cos suddenly I just miss talking to her! Oh and this friday a certain someone is turning 14 eyyy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i want to write lyrics like yoochun can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok dah sejuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SaUlpdO18AI/AAAAAAAAA8I/BTnR_56WuKI/s1600-h/supa.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SaUlpdO18AI/AAAAAAAAA8I/BTnR_56WuKI/s320/supa.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306689130077745154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFLMAO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-8293045739917881955?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/8293045739917881955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=8293045739917881955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/8293045739917881955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/8293045739917881955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-miss-my-cousins-sooooo-much-i-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SaUlpdO18AI/AAAAAAAAA8I/BTnR_56WuKI/s72-c/supa.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-6941542487431054622</id><published>2009-02-23T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T23:30:41.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will never sleep at 2am on a school night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like fucking suicide the next day. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anddd yeehaa tvxq's survivor pv is hawt stuff and cute stuff at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-6941542487431054622?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/6941542487431054622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=6941542487431054622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/6941542487431054622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/6941542487431054622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-will-never-sleep-at-2m-on-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-8537304461274509256</id><published>2009-02-22T11:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T11:07:09.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SaDBS0JIwqI/AAAAAAAAA70/waEu6WO2xYY/s1600-h/ashkh.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SaDBS0JIwqI/AAAAAAAAA70/waEu6WO2xYY/s320/ashkh.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305452890021216930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh looks so ugly in safari.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-8537304461274509256?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/8537304461274509256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=8537304461274509256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/8537304461274509256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/8537304461274509256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/02/ugh-looks-so-ugly-in-safari.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SaDBS0JIwqI/AAAAAAAAA70/waEu6WO2xYY/s72-c/ashkh.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-6886571458510876723</id><published>2009-02-21T22:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T22:26:56.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHOA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha what a weird layout for moi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;followed cyworld's style since i can't sign up for cyworld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid krn issues. cehh. no fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THI LAYOUT SUCK ASS ON SAFARI. shit. i hate using IE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-6886571458510876723?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/6886571458510876723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=6886571458510876723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/6886571458510876723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/6886571458510876723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/02/whoa.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-49266611333821541</id><published>2009-02-05T19:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:03:25.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmhmmhmmm. Not much has been happeninng lately. Problems fly around most of the time, but I haven't been running away form them, I think. Homeworks, homeworks and homeworks make up my daily life. My sleeping pattern somehow got rearranged, so right now, I'm trying my best to gain back the sleep-at-11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father offered me to use his zen mozaic at the moment. Told ya. He'll probably give it anytime soon. Problem is, it's 2gb. And 2gb is too small a space for moi. I need at least 16gb to stuff all my music, or somewhere along 5gb to fit in the songs I'm currently into. That's why I'm eyeing pa's iPhone. And thank god I've figured out how to transfer photos from the damned iPhone to my lappy. It's such a hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pa also bought a DDR mat for ps2. I got reaaaaally exhausted after 2 rounds. Meh, its foot coordination is too fast for my slow brain to capture. I think I could upload some dance songs like tvxq  and big bang's from a website that provides DDR dance songs. So people, if you ever get bored and have no money to go the arcade (like moi), come over to my house and play DDR with moi. Pa's buying another mat. Woohoo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, my father (is today's topic gonna revolve around my father alone? ah ceh. he annoyed the heck outta me just now before he left for work) said he will buy me a new handphone this april when my line contract expires.  I thought he wouldn't. Wakaka. I already have two choices; LG viewty and LG ice cream. Can't decide which =_= Even though he said not to buy the viewty cos its system is slow, I'm hellbent on buying it if ice cream is not in store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today for PE we played dodgeball. What a friggin' awesome game! And finally, something real for PE instead of running around quack quack like small kids. It's PE lah dey, not break time in kindergarten or primary school. I wish we had netballs instead though. I looooove ball games. Next time I get to be the PE instructor, I'm opting for rugby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I turn 18, I'm gonna donate blood. I've been wanting to donate blood since the last two years. Ma said she'll accompany me, but everytime the opportunity comes, she's tired lah, wants to sleep all day lah, pegi pasar lah, jemputan lah, shopping lah. This year I'm turning 18 and am legal, I'll just go donate myself. Piang eh. Oh yea, last year school held a blood donation drive thingy on my birthday, but I couldn't come since I was absent the day before and had no consent form =( Haiz bile aku nk buat baik, asek lari lari je. bile nak buat jahat, sedie di depan mate. LOL. But this donating blood thing is to help people, of course lah, and also to help myself cos I have allergies so I'm hoping by donating blood, it could cure my allergy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGH and my cat keeps on peeing everywhere. Nyanyok sia ni kucing. She's only 4 years old, but is all senile and crap. She peed in my room this morning before I left for school. Guhhhh. Pegi dok toilet seumor hidop kauuuuuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last tuesday I think I had my most fucked up day in this year. I slept at 4am studying for my test but in the end, nothing could be absorbed. I woke up realllly late for school, which annoys me cos I hate being late. I should've been out at that time, but instead I was still in bed. Then, my mother didn't iron my tudung, didn't prepare my bekal and there wasn't any breakfast. So I left for school extremely cranky, and missed two buses. Then in 51, two apeks turned on some getai chinese music on their handphone, ON SPEAKER MODE. Tak cukop satu! Sighsss. I gave up any hopes of re-reading tasauf and couldn't even sleep with the noise. lol, someone suggested ear phones to the apeks. Ohhh ohh and I wrote crap for my test. Bestnyer hidop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got tagged by Nadh. Sejak biler matair aku Korean artiste eh Nadh?! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each blogger must post this rules.&lt;br /&gt;Each blogger must start with ten random facts about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Bloggers that are tagged need to write about their own blog, ten things and post this rules. Don't forget to leave them comments telling them they have been tagged and are to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Random Facts about me.&lt;br /&gt;1. i've been sleeping at 5pm lately and waking up at 10 then sleeping at 2 or 4am&lt;br /&gt;2. i don't know if i want to get married.&lt;br /&gt;3. i suddenly like using pink colored stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;4. i don't know whether to buy LG ice cream or viewty.&lt;br /&gt;5. i want nicer fingernails instead of pearl shaped ones.&lt;br /&gt;6. i want to work so i can shop without being nagged by my mom.&lt;br /&gt;7. i'm rough. yeah, roughhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;8. i have double more clothes than my brothers.&lt;br /&gt;9. i cry easily lately, but not in front of people.&lt;br /&gt;10. i am easily annoyed. SO GET YOUR ANNOYING ATTITUDE OUTTA MY FACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who's the person that tagged you?&lt;br /&gt;- Nadh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Relationship between you &amp; her?&lt;br /&gt;- ex-classmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Three impressions of her?&lt;br /&gt;- 1) very blur2 type. lol.&lt;br /&gt;  2) wears tudung nicely. it's like her tudung never goes out of place or something. &lt;br /&gt;  3) realllly clever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If she becomes your enemy, you will?&lt;br /&gt;- heh, no lahh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What will you say to the person you like very much?&lt;br /&gt;- lol. i don't have that much courage. most probably i'll freeze on the spot in front of him and later faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Characteristic I like about myself?&lt;br /&gt;- i'm modest? kekeke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Characteristic I hate about myself?&lt;br /&gt;- when i open my big mouth and offer to do things for people when later i'm either lazy or incapable of doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. For the person whom you hate, you say?&lt;br /&gt;- i'll bitch slap you to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What do people feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;- ehhh, my friends says i'm mengarot and full of crap =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Your crush?&lt;br /&gt;- piang! kekeke. the twins who looks like keybum and is majorly hotttttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Pass this to 10 people:&lt;br /&gt;1. Sak&lt;br /&gt;2. Tira&lt;br /&gt;3. Mimi&lt;br /&gt;4. Atqh&lt;br /&gt;5. Jaja&lt;br /&gt;6. Mar&lt;br /&gt;7. Azizah&lt;br /&gt;8. Zeke&lt;br /&gt;9. Syark&lt;br /&gt;10. Nana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. If 5 &amp; 7 were together?&lt;br /&gt;- they're reallly close friends. haha, mane tauu kan =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Who does 5 like?&lt;br /&gt;- taemin? minho? hahahaha i dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What col0ur does 9 like?&lt;br /&gt;- black? grey? red? not sure lahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Say something about 8?&lt;br /&gt;- can be snarky at times lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Who is 2?&lt;br /&gt;- my 14yr old cousin who is in love with GD though we share Jaejoong together muahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Talk about 3.&lt;br /&gt;- she's soooo fun and sporting lahhh, a great friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who is 10's best friend?&lt;br /&gt;- who ah? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Who's the sexiest among all 10?&lt;br /&gt;- Tira? hahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What colour does 4 like?&lt;br /&gt;- pink kan? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Is 4 single?&lt;br /&gt;- noooooo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Your relationship with 1?&lt;br /&gt;- greatest friend eveerrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Are 5 &amp; 6 best friends?&lt;br /&gt;- haha, can say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. 9's surname?&lt;br /&gt;- erm erm erm, i forgot lahh. issit suhaimi? my gawd, main shoot je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. 7's nickname?&lt;br /&gt;- lol, azizah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Say something to 8.&lt;br /&gt;- vampire knight is getting confusing aku dah malas nak bace lah dey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.Say something to help 9.&lt;br /&gt;- i followed you to your job interview!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Who do I admire?&lt;br /&gt;- lol. none of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Where does 1 live?&lt;br /&gt;- haig rd. tingkat 5. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. 10 of them know who you like?&lt;br /&gt;- 4 does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Say something to 6 when you see her.&lt;br /&gt;- hi! nama saya nurul, nama awak siape? kekeke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. 10's spouse?&lt;br /&gt;- Top? Eunhyuk? hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-49266611333821541?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/49266611333821541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=49266611333821541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/49266611333821541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/49266611333821541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/02/hmmhmmhmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-7585027871757806268</id><published>2009-02-02T20:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T20:10:13.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so fucking tired. I hate sleeping late, especially at 3am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-7585027871757806268?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/7585027871757806268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=7585027871757806268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/7585027871757806268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/7585027871757806268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-so-fucking-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-7693255393930959760</id><published>2009-02-01T21:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:00:45.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AXIS POWER HETALIA~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like History, and you love manga, and slash m/m wakaka, go read it~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nisecal.googlepages.com/" target=0&gt;aph&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, Japan is realllly cute even though he looks kinda uptight. But Korea's personality is cute but a lil bit annoying. Italy is just plain irritating. I don't think Singapore could be in this manga. How'd the mangaka gonna mesh together malay/chinese/indian/caucasian together in one character?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father just bought a Zen Mozaic (issit called mozaic?) just now. He bought a PS2 yesterday.  And I'm betting he's giving me his mp3 sometime next month. Muahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-7693255393930959760?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/7693255393930959760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=7693255393930959760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/7693255393930959760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/7693255393930959760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/02/axis-power-hetalia-if-you-like-history.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-4105505806197244540</id><published>2009-02-01T11:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T11:20:26.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WANT A RAGDOLL KITTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SYUUmObI27I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/ThXCYdR30UE/s1600-h/dirletonragdollphoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 261px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SYUUmObI27I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/ThXCYdR30UE/s320/dirletonragdollphoto.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297663183610764210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a chocolate or lilac ragdoll. Darn. Why must nemo be half persian. Stingy cat. I wanna name the ragdoll Kuro or Beniro. Weee~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-4105505806197244540?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/4105505806197244540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=4105505806197244540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/4105505806197244540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/4105505806197244540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-want-ragdoll-kitty.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SYUUmObI27I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/ThXCYdR30UE/s72-c/dirletonragdollphoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-5679088749568177830</id><published>2009-01-31T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T22:48:11.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SYRkDs7YNCI/AAAAAAAAA7I/Wd9UOG_nw-s/s1600-h/nowordsareneeded.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 193px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SYRkDs7YNCI/AAAAAAAAA7I/Wd9UOG_nw-s/s320/nowordsareneeded.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297469076457141282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aweeeesomme. Wordle.com bundles any texts and make it into this kind of thing, like, typography. I used tvxq's kotoba wa iranai (no words are needed) cos the lyrics are nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I peeled off my garskin from my laptop. It's getting on my nerves. It's too girlish. Will use it when I don't feel sick of it girlisness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh and GP assignments. Hmmmmmmmmmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-5679088749568177830?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/5679088749568177830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=5679088749568177830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/5679088749568177830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/5679088749568177830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/01/aweeeesomme.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SYRkDs7YNCI/AAAAAAAAA7I/Wd9UOG_nw-s/s72-c/nowordsareneeded.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-5540388551488119450</id><published>2009-01-31T22:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T23:32:57.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Meme time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, this is a joint "project" between my cousin Tira and I. We thought this over after watching SHINee's bag thingy video. hee~ That is, if you're as narcissistic as we are. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1)Take a picture of your bag which you usually use&lt;br /&gt;2)Take a picture of the stuffs you usually bring with you whenever you go out&lt;br /&gt;3)Post it on your blog&lt;br /&gt;4)Type a caption for your bag and each of your stuffs&lt;br /&gt;5)Tag 5 others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SYRgrdENS4I/AAAAAAAAA6w/zhJiIhAAu6Q/s1600-h/DSC00649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SYRgrdENS4I/AAAAAAAAA6w/zhJiIhAAu6Q/s320/DSC00649.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297465361347464066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Billabong bag which I treasure lottssss cos it's expensive and I used my own money to buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SYRhg8WyDyI/AAAAAAAAA7A/9Ng91bK30Yw/s1600-h/nk.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SYRhg8WyDyI/AAAAAAAAA7A/9Ng91bK30Yw/s320/nk.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297466280279936802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-My beloved dead Zen Micro. Ok fine, I used to carry it around. Now I don't. I just love it lotssss. It's done a lot for me.&lt;br /&gt;2-Emily Strange organizer which holds a lot of pictures and some crappy stuffs which are memorable.&lt;br /&gt;3-Dainty panda plushie which Sak bought for me, ok, after I begged her to buy it for me cos I was broke that time. I know shameless me =_= But I love it lotslots! Its birthday is on July 5th, same as Shou~&lt;br /&gt;4-Just some bag I use to carry the small important stuffs like medicated oil, keys, lip gloss, blahh..&lt;br /&gt;5-My Pavillion~ Woo~ I never leave the house without it. Unless I go to school or some family event.&lt;br /&gt;6-Pink pen which is so cute but not really a great pen. heh.&lt;br /&gt;7-Emily Strange wallet. Holds all the important stuff. Such as too many receipts and not a single bill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagging: Tira, and thenwhoeverisasboredandnarcissisticasiam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-5540388551488119450?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/5540388551488119450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=5540388551488119450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/5540388551488119450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/5540388551488119450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/01/meme-time-actually-this-is-joint.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SYRgrdENS4I/AAAAAAAAA6w/zhJiIhAAu6Q/s72-c/DSC00649.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-2830710199559389370</id><published>2009-01-30T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T21:17:02.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOL. I just got a text from Sak, it's so craptastic one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nurul! Biase ehk tk dtg :-P haha no. dr +61 msh call kau? Kau blg die ah.you gt the wrg number.so don't call me no more XD haha!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA. what the heck sia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I was absent today. Had diarrhea since 3 in the morning. I had went out and was waiting for the bus when I decided to go back home cos nature calls =_= And someone from Australia (+61 area code is from Australia right?) called me but I didn't pick up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnnyways, I love my contact lense~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SYL9AaMbwJI/AAAAAAAAA6o/Ymd7q4pjoE4/s1600-h/brownnn.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SYL9AaMbwJI/AAAAAAAAA6o/Ymd7q4pjoE4/s320/brownnn.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297074295214424210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, in the morning before assembly I had dizzy spells and was soo tired. The result of staying awake the night before just to watch The Nanny and American Idol. Wah piang. Now I can't even sleep late. I'm not used to it now. I sleep early even on weekend and friday nights. I wanna sleep reallly late tonight to watch The Nanny and American Idol. Even though I have GP assignments pending. Sighs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-2830710199559389370?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/2830710199559389370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=2830710199559389370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/2830710199559389370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/2830710199559389370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/01/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SYL9AaMbwJI/AAAAAAAAA6o/Ymd7q4pjoE4/s72-c/brownnn.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-5804601114224413334</id><published>2009-01-30T19:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T22:23:11.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Meme time~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What did you dream of yesterday? &lt;br /&gt;I can't remember.. I have trouble remembering dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What’s the first thing you see in the morning? &lt;br /&gt;My handphone, to see the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What do you feel like doing most right now?&lt;br /&gt;Take out my eyeballs and polish it cos it's painful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What’s your hand phone ringtone?&lt;br /&gt;Big Bang's Make Love GD's rap part (hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What do you do when you’re alone? &lt;br /&gt;Use my laptop, gahh I'm on the computer 24/7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If you had a week’s holiday, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Go to Lotte World with my friends and have sooo much fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What’s the pride of your room? &lt;br /&gt;Eh? Um.. the floor cos it supports everything I like in my room? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you do to cheer yourself out when you’re sad? &lt;br /&gt;Fake a smile, watch some comedies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was your scariest experience so far?&lt;br /&gt;As of late, the things that happened in Malacca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The last time you cried? &lt;br /&gt;Um, two nights ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. When did you feel that you’re really blessed/happy?&lt;br /&gt;When I'm surrounded by people that I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What’s your ideal type?&lt;br /&gt;Someone who's funny, cute, listens to me and stands his ground with what he believes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Something a male does that makes your heart beat faster? &lt;br /&gt;When he does something kind for the less fortunate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What will you give to your boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Shit! I dunno.. game stuffs or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you want for your next birthday? &lt;br /&gt;A handphone or iPod classis huhuhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you found a million yen? &lt;br /&gt;If I'm being a saint here, I'll give it to the police&lt;br /&gt;But if not, I'll spend it by going out with my friends or go shopping with my ma LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you were reborn as a boy tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Buy boy clothes and spray my hair till it sticks up straight and is all mussy woo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you want to say ‘bye-bye’ to? &lt;br /&gt;Homeworks =_="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. You see a shooting star. What will you wish for? &lt;br /&gt;Lots and lotsa money. Or Junsu. kekeke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. A recent lie you told? &lt;br /&gt;Wakaka. I tell a lotta lies so I can't remember huahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What left the deepest impression in you lately? &lt;br /&gt;Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Your favourite Japanese food &lt;br /&gt;Sushi~~ But I'm sick of it a bittt lately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What food would you recommend? &lt;br /&gt;Pat Bin Soo or hot hot drum sticks or something from BBQ chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Your ‘enemy’ is?&lt;br /&gt;hehehe. I don't think I have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What hair style would you like to try next? &lt;br /&gt;Looooooong straight hair till lower back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. A secret you’ve never told anyone &lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep in total silence, there must be some kind noise in the background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What’s a ‘rumor’ that you found interesting recently? &lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, there's this country that sells underwear with label of tvxq's mirotic LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. How do you relieve stress? &lt;br /&gt;Bitch a lot to my friends or my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. A recent drama/movie you’ve watched. &lt;br /&gt;Nick and Norah's inifinite playlist~~ Awesome movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What would you do if you could read minds?&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. When do you feel lonely? &lt;br /&gt;When I'm with unfamilliar people. Not strangers, but people I know who just doesn't know me well, like my cousins from my father's side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. The theme song for today is? &lt;br /&gt;You're my miracle by tvxq hee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. The first time you travelled overseas?&lt;br /&gt;When I was 0 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What do you collect? &lt;br /&gt;I used to collect magazines. Now I collect bags and books, oh and ST's Digital Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Who’s the person you want to meet most now? &lt;br /&gt;Park Yoochun and Key. I wanna converse in english with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Which animal do you think you resemble? &lt;br /&gt;A cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Truthfully, what’s your fetish? &lt;br /&gt;Hair and clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What do you buy unintentionally at convenience stores? &lt;br /&gt;Sweets and drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Where do you start washing your body from in the bathroom? &lt;br /&gt;Face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. When were you most embarrassed?&lt;br /&gt;Wakaka. Last year when I wa swimming with my cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Which part of the body do you first notice when you meet someone? &lt;br /&gt;Hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. If you had a kid, what kind of ‘mom’ will you be? &lt;br /&gt;Prolly a naggish one, or one who loves to dress her kid up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. What’s something you have to do without fail every day? &lt;br /&gt;Wash the dishes and surf the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. If you could turn back time, where do you want to go back to?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I'm contented with how things are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. What do you want to happen tomorrow? &lt;br /&gt;Shopping or not having to hand in GP assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. What will you be doing 10 years from now?&lt;br /&gt;Something in english department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. What kind of year will 2009 be?&lt;br /&gt;A busy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. If you became the editor of a magazine&lt;br /&gt;It'll be a fashion magazine copy paste from various sources and with techy stuffs weehee oh and teenage stuffs of course and no emo crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. A message to your readers &lt;br /&gt;No adults above 21. Wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. A message to your lover&lt;br /&gt;Sagashiteta tenshi ima wa koko ni (the angel I've been searching for is here) ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credit: Sparkskey @ LJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-5804601114224413334?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/5804601114224413334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=5804601114224413334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/5804601114224413334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/5804601114224413334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/01/meme-time-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-1598789740997081975</id><published>2009-01-27T13:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T13:33:08.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck shit. It's the last day of holiday and I'm still not done with homeworks. My AQ is still waiting for the analysis, or whatever crap. Gahhhh if only I didn't went out yesterday and sunday, I'd have finished my homeworks and would be able to continue my oneshots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got to watch Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist, and it is aweeeeeesomee! It's something like, Music and Lyrics, I think? Except they're high school kids. The event happening in one go, and then finding love at the end. Better than Angus and what crap they've been showing lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-1598789740997081975?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/1598789740997081975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=1598789740997081975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/1598789740997081975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/1598789740997081975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/01/fuck-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-8335376794234596166</id><published>2009-01-11T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T00:41:27.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so damn bored. A first in months. I slept for too long just now. And I can't sleep now. Nor do I feel like continuing my fictions. I wanna go out and watch the stars at Mt Faber :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-8335376794234596166?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/8335376794234596166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=8335376794234596166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/8335376794234596166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/8335376794234596166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-so-damn-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-821701722307759986</id><published>2009-01-10T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T23:18:44.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In the end, us muslims won't be able to consume anything, with all the 'don't eat this!' and 'boycott this product!' craps. Everything either contains this and that and proceeds are going to some things out there. Yeah right, wait a few months and people couldn't be bothered anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-821701722307759986?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/821701722307759986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=821701722307759986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/821701722307759986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/821701722307759986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-end-us-muslims-wont-be-able-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-8892827596391372938</id><published>2009-01-07T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T21:37:29.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This time I felt my heart heave, heave with the sudden shock of your words. The string of words from your beautiful lips, rolling from your tongue and charging straight through my ears... attacking my heart in a silent whisper. Your eyelashes dusting over your soft cheeks, your eyes casted to the ground, avoiding any meeting of my eyes that windows my sorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think we should... break up, Jake", were the sound of your gentle voice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye comes along like a squall &lt;br /&gt;The faint warmth is because of you &lt;br /&gt;You say it's for our sake, and wave your hand &lt;br /&gt;The rain of emotion streams down my cheek &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The slow beating of my heart became deafening in my ears, beating my ears drums with fast rhythms. My lips were sealed tight, and together with my chest that was raging with uncontrolled sorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Goodbye.. Jake." And you walk away, small footsteps of grace. Those steps that you take slowly stomping its way to my heart. Disbelief encounters me, and these tears befriend this lonely soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I tried to hide my wet eyelids &lt;br /&gt;The sound of your heartbeat trembled in the silence &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand solely, my feet refusing to carry my body. Even as the clouds gathered, towering high above my head. The cumulonimbus clouds of the hot evening producing torrential pours. Showering me, drenching my clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sophie...” the words that were uttered from my mouth. It seems like your love for me has vanished, like the steps you took, walking out of my life. You were so happy yesterday, no signs of sadness in your expression. I remember kissing your soft lips and securing your body in my arms. Your blushing cheeks holding a purpose for me to plant small kisses on it. And as you buried your head in my neck, I whispered into your ears "I love you". I felt your smile on my skin as I pulled you closer to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What should I have said, what should I have &lt;br /&gt;Tried to tell you? I couldn't have noticed, so&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your retreating figure fades. I should have fought for a reason, to believe you no longer love me. But I'm held by my feelings. For you, it's still burning strongly. Even if you won't love me anymore, I'll still love you to the core of my inner being. My sole love can support the two of us, even if my heart is empty of your presence. I'll hold this love strongly.. But this time, let these tears be.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The rain that fell from the cloudy sky, these drops &lt;br /&gt;Are they for hiding my sadness and teary eyes? &lt;br /&gt;Holding an umbrella, I covered my eyes with my hand, and cast them down &lt;br /&gt;I looked up at the transparent sky &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You who I love, I promise that I'll love your forever. I'll lock this heart of mine in a glass case, sheltered from the wind, fire and water. I'll preserve this heart for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The heartbeats that resound and blend, they no longer exist&lt;br /&gt;I held my fingers up above my head, I can't reach&lt;br /&gt;That precious moment, and that voice&lt;br /&gt;We can't go back to the way we were at that time &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPER DUPER CORNY CAN?! omg can't believe I wrote this. *hides away in shame*&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, texts in italic is alice nine.'s Ruri no ame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-8892827596391372938?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/8892827596391372938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=8892827596391372938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/8892827596391372938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/8892827596391372938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-time-i-felt-my-heart-heave-heave.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-8664786718805596086</id><published>2009-01-07T19:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T19:30:40.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stellar Lights .{Fosho' says:&lt;br /&gt;minho, big eyes=big balls&lt;br /&gt;Stellar Lights .{Fosho' says:&lt;br /&gt;gahahahaaaa&lt;br /&gt;。☂ NRL says:&lt;br /&gt;how would you know! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Stellar Lights .{Fosho' says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Stellar Lights .{Fosho' says:&lt;br /&gt;kuhz it makes sense lohh&lt;br /&gt;。☂ NRL says:&lt;br /&gt;so jaejoong got big balls too?&lt;br /&gt;。☂ NRL says:&lt;br /&gt;wah piang.. and yunho got small balls?&lt;br /&gt;Stellar Lights .{Fosho' says:&lt;br /&gt;HHAHAHAHHAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;Stellar Lights .{Fosho' says:&lt;br /&gt;i guess so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhuh. heeeeee. I love wednesdays. I hate thursdays. Oh gah. I gotta stop reading some people's blogs or I'll tear out my hair and scream FUCKKKKKK all the way. Fuck!Posers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishlist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- This Lullaby&lt;br /&gt;- tvxq's Mirotic version C&lt;br /&gt;- tvxq's T&lt;br /&gt;- Big Bang's Remember&lt;br /&gt;- New laptop sleeve&lt;br /&gt;- Hopefully, a handphone.. sighsss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept for 11 hours yesterday. Total bliss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-8664786718805596086?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/8664786718805596086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=8664786718805596086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/8664786718805596086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/8664786718805596086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/01/stellar-lights.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-6265818760751592122</id><published>2009-01-07T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T00:20:38.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want The Baker's Son chap 17 pleeeeassseeeeee. My OTP is dying. Maybe I should just write my own chaptered OTP fic. Yeaahhh, it'll be even more explicit than TBS and M&amp;B that... that.. yeahh xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shoot my tvxq pics are exceeding 11,000 (*gulps*) and I need more space for tvxq vids pleeeasseee. Am thinking of watching their Five In The Black live tour concert. Chun's hair was nice instead of the wreck he had in "T" and Tira, Yoochun is cute what. hee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd I need to stop talking like a kid. I'm so tired from school and two nights of not enough sleep that when I came back today, I slept till 10pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-6265818760751592122?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/6265818760751592122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=6265818760751592122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/6265818760751592122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/6265818760751592122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-want-bakers-son-chap-17.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-3597235680490913476</id><published>2009-01-06T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T00:39:09.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I looked like crap when I woke up this morning at 5. That's what you get when you sleep at 3.30am before the first day of school. Now I understand by what Mar meant that she misses 'Norule's stoinkness'. I kept staring for so long at nothing, unable to sleep  in the bus because of a raging stomach ache and I almost shouted during assembly due to my fatigue (sleeping panic attack? lol). Orientation was painfully long, they could've just did it for the new preu1 and sec1 students. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after meeting my friends in class, my fatigue slowly drained away and I was chatting like non stop with the people around me. Though today is dirrrrty monday. Dirty? Oh yes. Pardon me, I'm almost 18 right, and being with other 18 year olds of course, becomes the more the merrier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we talked about Seungri's Strong Baby mv which some fans commented was like, him raping girls, or girls raping him, or both (somewhat like Justin Timberlake's sexy back, though I've never watched it before). And so, not wanting to taint my mind with a 19yr old (Seungri is 19) 'wet dreams', I told Zeyda to watch the vid for me. After watching it, she PMed me "I AM BLOODY TRAUMATISED BY SEUNGRI" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and then Heechul of SuJu (a guy) made out with with Jungmo of Trax (guy, too) during SuJu's live concert show, and there were fancams of it. Gawd. Open mouth kiss. Hakim accidentally came into my room at the wrong time and saw the vid, and he was cursing all the way. "Tu laki? And tu laki?!" he spluttered, and then all the malay profanities came out. Zeyda too, freaked out. Duh, who wouldn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we talked about DBSK's Gayo Daejun performance when they took off their clothes and showed their back, and JJ's and Micky's tattoo, and hmmm, today is definitely dirty monday, I can't even remember what more we talked about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, today is only the first day. I'm scared for the remaining days, counting days towards A-level. Wee. 3 hours of GP. My mind would go seriously numb and I might turn into a zombie during this lesson. PE is now one hour, super bloody great. 30 minutes of netball/captainball/poisonball or whatever ball games ain't enough. As a girl, I love PE. I think almost all my classmates enjoys PE too. Hmm well, tomorrow's the second day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-3597235680490913476?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/3597235680490913476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=3597235680490913476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/3597235680490913476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/3597235680490913476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-looked-like-crap-when-i-woke-up-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-7060305949471090630</id><published>2009-01-04T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T00:51:17.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OHMYGOD SOMEONE JUST DROPPED A BOMB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgomgomgomgomgomg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-7060305949471090630?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/7060305949471090630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=7060305949471090630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/7060305949471090630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/7060305949471090630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/01/ohmygod-someone-just-dropped-bomb.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-2293875152815514158</id><published>2009-01-03T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T22:55:14.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG yay! Tamaki has finally realised he does love Haruhi, as a lover, not as in father-daughter (what a stupid guy) relationship. Yaay *does mini victory dance* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And cops busted a sex party at KL. Supa LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give myself a last treat since school is reopening this monday, and before I finish my GP compre, I shall watch tvxq's T tour live, which is supa awesome. And tonight shall be the last night I paint my nails black before I return back to school as a saint. Tsk. Yeah right, saint my ass. Insane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-2293875152815514158?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/2293875152815514158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=2293875152815514158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/2293875152815514158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/2293875152815514158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/01/omg-yay-tamaki-has-finally-realised-he.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-1203248356218658560</id><published>2009-01-03T02:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T02:52:31.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going through this heavy drive of inspirations. Great, school is two days away, and all I could of think of doing is keep on typing some stories. Shit, and reading some intensely poetic pieces leaves me pressed on emotional crap. Stab, &lt;i&gt;stab&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;b&gt;stab&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yay I love calligraphy so much. My sole escapade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-1203248356218658560?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/1203248356218658560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=1203248356218658560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/1203248356218658560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/1203248356218658560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-going-through-this-heavy-drive-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-7536083648815088338</id><published>2009-01-02T23:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T09:47:43.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SYT_Nbb8cmI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/kuzAlUJhF2I/s1600-h/mylifeedited.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SYT_Nbb8cmI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/kuzAlUJhF2I/s320/mylifeedited.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297639667862893154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;With more confidence, one step two step&lt;br /&gt;I have faith in myself&lt;br /&gt;With more boldness, one step, two step&lt;br /&gt;I love myself&lt;br /&gt;My bright future&lt;br /&gt;beautiful my life&lt;br /&gt;No longer my younger self,&lt;br /&gt;who I am today is more precious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many painful separations has this been for me&lt;br /&gt;How many painful beginnings have I experienced&lt;br /&gt;Trying to act tough, like a wave, I almost broke down&lt;br /&gt;Never don't stop, can't stop&lt;br /&gt;As time passes everyone learns a little more&lt;br /&gt;For me, I'm just beginning to understand now&lt;br /&gt;that my age loves me&lt;br /&gt;Never don't stop, can't stop&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Life - Lee Hyori&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-7536083648815088338?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/7536083648815088338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=7536083648815088338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/7536083648815088338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/7536083648815088338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/01/with-more-confidence-one-step-two-step.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SYT_Nbb8cmI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/kuzAlUJhF2I/s72-c/mylifeedited.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-1572846080401851904</id><published>2009-01-02T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T14:31:41.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The RULES:&lt;br /&gt;a. People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blog and replace any question that they dislike with a new, original question.&lt;br /&gt;b. Tag six people. Don't refuse to do that. Don't tag who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What type of food do you like most?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really a picky eater. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How do you style your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Heh well, it's grown longer, and recently I cut my fringe short and kinda layered some parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is making you happy right now?&lt;br /&gt;No school today, there's food (finally), the thought of school reopening and getting to meet my friends again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What are you currently reading?&lt;br /&gt;The Baker's Son, Moth and Butterfy (uhh yeah. both are freaking explicit so please don't scour it online kekeke) and The Red Necklace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you need music to study/write?&lt;br /&gt;When it gets unbearably silent and my mind isn't working, I'll listen to music. Mostly when I write I listen to music, but study, not so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What was the last book you read?&lt;br /&gt;Unexpected Development, I think. Didn't finish reading it though, it was about this girl who is a D-cup and is insecure because of those boobs. It should've been humourous, but it's actually a bit angsty I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When was your first sleepover?&lt;br /&gt;If it's with cousins, it was when I was really young so I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you have a crush at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. No, I think. Haven't been looking at real people for sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is your favorite movie genre?&lt;br /&gt;I tend to like those movies that has a mix of everything, a touch of romance, a pinch of comedy, drama, action, friendship. Yeahh, but lately I like romance comedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What was the last thing you ate today?&lt;br /&gt;Haven't eaten anything yet. Ho hum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What’s your morning routine?&lt;br /&gt;If it's during school, waking up at 5am, shower, take a nap for 20+ minutes, wake up and get dressed, eat, solat, then leave the house at 6. During hols, I wake up at some random time around 8-11am, brush my teeth, shower, and use my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What websites do you visit daily?&lt;br /&gt;Livejournal, Gmail, Onemanga, Fictionpress, Deviantart and some people's blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.What kind of relationship do you want?&lt;br /&gt;An honest, comfortable one. He could make me laugh and smile, gets me and doesn't judge me. He doesn't have to agree with me all the time, I mean, I'd want someone who could correct my mistakes. He could laugh at all my pervy, lame jokes, too. Ahh, he doesn't have to be so mushy cos I don't really care about receiving expensive stuffs, but he could show me little ways to show me he loves me. Ohh and he has to be bestfriends with my family and cousins too. (wah piang am I looking for the perfect boyfriend or something)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Which languages do you wish you spoke?&lt;br /&gt;Japanese, Hokkien, French and Italian (ahh yes, I just wanna major in the profanities kekeke) and I do wish I could speak better Arabic huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What was the weirdest dream you've ever had?&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, most of my dreams are really weird. But this morning I dreamt that I broke into my neighbour's house when she was away and stole her iPod and Macbook. kekeke. My neighbour is only 6 meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What are you daydreaming about right now?&lt;br /&gt;Eh hmm, eating Qi Ji's Mee Siam and Popiah and eating pochai to get rid of this stomach ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Who are you current favourite artistes?&lt;br /&gt;Singers? Cos if it's actors, I haven't been watching tv lately. So I'll say TVXQ, alice nine. and Something Corporate (even though they have split)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Where would you like your next holiday to be?&lt;br /&gt;Ehh hmm, holiday trips aren't on my mind right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. When was your first crush?&lt;br /&gt;Huahahaha. When I was 11, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Tell me something you love about the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I stole this from some random person on LJ, so hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagging: Sak (you HAVE to do it, die die must do), Tira, Mar (for always tagging me, ceh) and hmmm, 3 more people.. whoever wants to do this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-1572846080401851904?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/1572846080401851904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=1572846080401851904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/1572846080401851904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/1572846080401851904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/01/rules.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-4641736942747921875</id><published>2009-01-01T21:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:27:30.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, - or I know, I'm getting old when I climb all the way through the kid's theme park, you know, the ones where you'd have to wear socks and there's a pool filled with small plastic balls that you could swim in, climb up the cushioned ladders and throw yourself down the slide. Yeah, that one, I don't know what it's called. Yes, I know I'm getting old when by the time I finish climbing through that place, I was out of breath, my heart was thudding erratically and I had a headache from all the spins and turns of the playground. The rush of it made me dizzy for a good half hour. I did enjoy myself though. And the reason I was in there was cause my parents told me to accompany Fuad, but I was entertaining myself, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shopping with my mom earlier. We were at Zara, and I saw this craaazily beautiful (personally, and my mother thought it was gorgeous too) bag which costs $200. You know, to me, it doesn't really sound exensive because of the quality and chic-ness of the bag. It's kinda bohemian-ish blue. If only I was working right now, I would've buy it. But guhh, cos it was on sale, and the moment I turned around to look at some clothes and turned to look at the bag again, it wasn't there anymore. Huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;600th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I have 4 new notebooks for the new year. Oh crap. Emily Strange (okay, not new, but there's still a lot of blank pages), Bananao (I don't know if I even want to use this notebook, it's too crack-tastic and cos I've given captions, all the more reason not to scroll on it) , Disney (uhh, Tira "gave" it to me, wakaka, but it's a planner for 2008, and it's full of all the Disney characters pictures I simply can't conteng on it) and a floral blossom notebook which is so autumn-ish. I wish school would let us bring our laptop to school D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-4641736942747921875?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/4641736942747921875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=4641736942747921875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/4641736942747921875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/4641736942747921875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-know-or-i-know-im-getting-old-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-8293238821414444416</id><published>2008-12-31T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T21:58:40.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahh crap. My mood hasn't been settling properly as of late. But today I finally racked up the strength to actually clean my room. I would've gladly called Nekma to come over so she would sneakily clean my room for me. hehehe. But too bad, I had to clean it myself :3 So I arranged my book shelve, my wardrobe (yaaaah it's a great thing not having to dig through my clothes) and stuffed my bags properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hmmm, this year, was... well, I could say it was good. I met new friends, I got a laptop, I bought a handphone though it died in less than a year, I worked in an office at a CBD area, I pierced my ears, I passed my O's. Though life doesn't always serve you a silver platter. I lost my grandfather, a great teacher has stopped teaching, and well, I guess not much teachers like me, but that won't stop me anyways (from making them hate me kekeke).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. My favourite new year's eve was when my family and I moved here when I was 11, and I was lying on the floor gazing at the night sky (cos I haven't put on the curtains) listening to the radio. And pa is thinking of moving again in 3 years. Damn. I'm so used to this place's peacefulness. No rushing, no crowds and no mats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit what's wrong with me I'm talking crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-8293238821414444416?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/8293238821414444416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=8293238821414444416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/8293238821414444416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/8293238821414444416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2008/12/ahh-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-1668581809962431082</id><published>2008-12-31T13:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T14:12:03.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shit. I've been sleeping way to early, and then waking up way too early, say 3am. And I slept again with my laptop by my side, and I am still worried over the fact that I accidentally dropped my laptop from my table to the floor. Luckily it was in a sleeve, and it in my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more posts till 600th. Maybe I should state my resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To not skip school. Well, in my case, saying it would be proving otherwise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I want to write more stories. And read more books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I had this ridiculous dream. Some creep was flirting with me, and he kept touching my hair. It was so creepy. And that is why I never liked it when people touch my hair. Like, touch or give it a pat. And cikgu was scolding me in front of the whole school at the old building at Ipoh Lane. Wakaka. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;we gotta purple like that&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-1668581809962431082?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/1668581809962431082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=1668581809962431082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/1668581809962431082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/1668581809962431082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2008/12/shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-6206168136781037263</id><published>2008-12-30T21:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T21:20:21.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>雨降るときには君の傘になろう&lt;br /&gt;風吹くときには君の壁になろう&lt;br /&gt;どんなに闇の深い夜でも&lt;br /&gt;かならず明日は来るから&lt;br /&gt;君だけに伝えたいよ&lt;br /&gt;かならず明日は来るから&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When rain falls, I'll be the umbrella that covers you&lt;br /&gt;When the wind blows, I'll be the wall that shields you&lt;br /&gt;And however deep the dark of night,&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will surely come&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell only you&lt;br /&gt;That tomorrow will surely come&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-6206168136781037263?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/6206168136781037263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=6206168136781037263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/6206168136781037263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/6206168136781037263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-rain-falls-ill-be-umbrella-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-4875441749314365250</id><published>2008-12-29T04:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T04:21:13.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes you wonder &lt;br /&gt;were you ever there&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you ask&lt;br /&gt;is it really here&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you ask&lt;br /&gt;running around to others&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you ask&lt;br /&gt;was it ever your fault&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you ask&lt;br /&gt;it's been your mistake all this while&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes you get answers&lt;br /&gt;hitting you right in the face&lt;br /&gt;it's the fidgeting right at the back of your mind&lt;br /&gt;you left it there&lt;br /&gt;you forgot&lt;br /&gt;that it really is&lt;br /&gt;there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-4875441749314365250?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/4875441749314365250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=4875441749314365250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/4875441749314365250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/4875441749314365250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2008/12/sometimes-you-wonder-were-you-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-6604461781001466651</id><published>2008-12-27T02:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T02:35:45.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SVUhIaiJhEI/AAAAAAAAA6U/0trAKgYeQ5s/s1600-h/sagahmvuniform.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SVUhIaiJhEI/AAAAAAAAA6U/0trAKgYeQ5s/s320/sagahmvuniform.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284166166234367042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but seeing Saga in a HMV uniform is just too cute xD Like, he's rushing around in the shop, and then a customer comes while he's arranging the cds, so he hurries to the counter and says in his really polite deep/not deep(i'm still not sure if his voice is deep or not) "Ohayou gozaimasu! Irasshaimase!" and then after the customer pays, he bows and smiles showing his cute dimples... and I'm sorry for rambling about Saga -____- I miss gushing about Saga. *sighs* what happened to those days... Remember nekmasakaisha when I chanted Saga's name 50 times when we were at Gunung Ledang when we were on top of that rock while showering at the waterfall cos I wanna marry him? SUPER LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh anyway my eyes hurt. My ears too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-6604461781001466651?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/6604461781001466651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=6604461781001466651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/6604461781001466651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/6604461781001466651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-dont-know-why-but-seeing-saga-in-hmv.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SVUhIaiJhEI/AAAAAAAAA6U/0trAKgYeQ5s/s72-c/sagahmvuniform.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-4711689725442885524</id><published>2008-12-24T02:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T02:09:49.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy 19th Anniversary to the greatest parents ever, my parents. Woohoo! Though I'm not sure if it's really today or tomorrow.. hmmm well.. come to think of it, I would've been 18 this year instead of 17.. hmmm~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though people judge my parents' ways as if their ways are uncivilized and crap, who are people to judge my parents for bringing up my two brothers and I properly with love and care, and most importantly, teaching us the meaning of moral and respect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-4711689725442885524?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/4711689725442885524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=4711689725442885524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/4711689725442885524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/4711689725442885524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-19th-anniversary-to-greatest.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-8709866279612826042</id><published>2008-12-23T02:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T02:41:07.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I swear that it took me only half an hour to type 400 words of crack, but it's taking 3 days to complete a GP essay during a holiday. And I'm still at the first paragraph. Three, if you count my rambling on unnecassry stuffs. Unnecessary stuffs like... nothing in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the key &lt;3 lol I bought a necklace string for the key necklace Sak bought for me. Prolly a lock necklace for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screamed twice when I realised I'm turning 18 in three months. Wee~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-8709866279612826042?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/8709866279612826042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=8709866279612826042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/8709866279612826042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/8709866279612826042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-swear-that-it-took-me-only-half-hour.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-4769299274434435845</id><published>2008-12-20T09:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T09:13:23.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's taking longer for me to heal.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard to forget?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-4769299274434435845?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/4769299274434435845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=4769299274434435845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/4769299274434435845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/4769299274434435845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-taking-longer-for-me-to-heal.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-7690680982953816618</id><published>2008-12-19T14:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T15:23:12.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've always thought I'm better off without a handphone. I used to blow off calls, ignore messages, and am too lazy to bother with people's (friends) crap at talking with me. Yes, I am that lazy. My rule is that, if you wanna talk to me, there's always msn, and it's free. That explains my $30 handphone bill every month. I like being under my father's good graces. I'm not trying to be a boot licker or something, but I do get money and stuffs from my father whenever I ask it from him. Though my father do drive me crazy at times. No wait, everyone riles me up and makes me mad because I'm mentally unstable. Anyways, now I think I'm suffering without a handphone. For one, I need music whenever I move around. And because my zen micro is dead, I'm pretty much left to staring off into space and thinking of crap whenever I'm in the bus or mrt. Luckily I'm not one to hum to entertain myself. But oh well, luckily I have my laptop :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SUtF4FT9ZiI/AAAAAAAAA6E/LJ-_eeEGpqM/s1600-h/IMGP0121.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/_xJb5sdeF24w/SUtF4FT9ZiI/AAAAAAAAA6E/LJ-_eeEGpqM/s320/IMGP0121.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281391817822922274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SUtG7iexbVI/AAAAAAAAA6M/pFWZ3Jy_a68/s1600-h/Snapshot_20081219_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SUtG7iexbVI/AAAAAAAAA6M/pFWZ3Jy_a68/s320/Snapshot_20081219_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281392976704138578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ignore the alice nine. poster at the back. alice nine. is still the best. Next to Something Corporate. I know, I haven't bought any alice nine. cds, but they cost a whopping $60! Holy cow!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heehee. I bought DBSK's "O" album. I couldn't help it. Was at HMV with Zeyda yesterday. Wanted to watch Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging or Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist after we went for a mani and pedi but neither was showing at appropriate times for us. Though I really wanted Mirotic version C because of the pictures inside the booklet, but I figured that I really like their "O" album the best and bought it. Plus, I got it at $14 kekeke. Comes with a dvd and 3 posters anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think that my alice nine. fandom is dying (why is it always at the end of the year I tend to lean towards some other pop band and not listen to visual kei. darn) But hola! I spent like, more than a hundred dollars on visual kei megazines and alice nine. official goods and crap. I have three alice nine. posters on my wall, no wait, 2. One is on my wardrobe door. So no, I'm just 'takin a break' from visual kei. kekeke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh crap. GP essay to be done. I hate writing essays on a holiday! I can't think straight or seriously. I'll end up blabbing about how I've been listening to too much of Big Bang's Remember album and I want to buy DBSK's Mirotic album version C so much. Keh. I don't want to think about how The Family Has Suffered At The Expense Of Career In Singapore right now! Well, that made me sound like a total ignoramus. Ho well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-7690680982953816618?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/7690680982953816618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=7690680982953816618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/7690680982953816618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/7690680982953816618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-always-thought-im-better-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SUtF4FT9ZiI/AAAAAAAAA6E/LJ-_eeEGpqM/s72-c/IMGP0121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-4116269662227158954</id><published>2008-12-17T23:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T23:59:41.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some weeks ago, on the night before my cousin's wedding in Malacca, all my aunts and female cousins gathered around to help with the berkat. It is seriously a huge family, this father's side of mine. Roughly 60 people went back, and that is all my close cousins. Aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces and nephews. Let's not count my Malaccan cousins cos they seriously are scattered all over Masjid Tanah and it would take a lifetime to know them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I was silent while helping out. My cousins were talking about how their weddings are gonna be huge and lavished cos they're the only daughter in their family. Me included. If you minus my sis, but that's another story. On my mother's side, I'm the only daughter in a family. The others have either 2 or more sisters. I do wonder though, how will my wedding be. Considering the fact that I'm not so close with my father's side, I thought, of course my wedding will be spent more with my mother's side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But suddenly all this crap takes place. The people you thought were nice, seems to turn on you. If this kind of crap continues on longer, I swear no wedding will take place for any of us 3rd generation-er. There will be partitions and crap. As the eldest niece/grandchildren in the family, I have the desire to get to know all my cousins and be close with them, cos you know, blood is thicker than water. Or however the saying goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the people you love, talks behind your back and says crap about you, even after a lifetime of 'selamat hari raya, maaf zahir batin' what the fuck will that mean anyway? Will all of us, eventually hate each other because of our words and waste our lives away bearing spite against each other? Will we end up, having weddings that only our friends will attend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-4116269662227158954?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/4116269662227158954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=4116269662227158954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/4116269662227158954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/4116269662227158954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2008/12/some-weeks-ago-on-night-before-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-7059249950478723025</id><published>2008-12-15T08:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T08:33:46.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just an hour ago, I was violently woken up by my mother, again. This is the second time she does this on a holiday. The last time was when she 'violently' woke me up while screaming at me to wake up and head to my aunt's house. I swear, if it had been &lt;i&gt;anyone&lt;/i&gt; else, I would have gotten up in a fit and scream and would later cry (because I tend to cry out of frustration). The night before, I arrived home later, slept late, and only got like 3+ hours of sleep. I had to survive on a coffee and sweets to whack me out of my crankiness. Which reminds me that when I worked earlier this year, I would buy multiple sweets from the store at the MRT and a bread for lunch.  The sweets were to help me survive the 9 to 6 job of sitting and staring at the computer all day long. And yes, I only ate bread for lunch and drank plain water for three whole weeks. Food in the CBD area was extremely expensive and the prata was the most crappiest prata I've ever tasted. Looking back, working in an office gave me lots of experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that I'm fully awake and the weather is cold, I wish I'm sleepy dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite column writer from ST is Colin Goh. His writing is witty, laced with humour and a drip of sarcasm and he points true stuffs that occurs day to day like, people replacing curses like Fuck to Fish which is so what the fuck. But well, if one is in a school environment, then why can't you just exclaim with "What the heck!" instead of "What the fish!", "What the eff!" or "What the f(insert-any-random-embarassing-word-starting-with-F)" You people are destroying the Fuck word manz. If you can utter 'Sial' like nobody's business, why don't you place an alternative to 'Sial' or 'Siak ah' with 'Sotong ah!' or 'Siput ah!'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to staring at Shinee's 2009 calendar, specifically Key. Woohoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-7059249950478723025?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/7059249950478723025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=7059249950478723025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/7059249950478723025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/7059249950478723025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-hour-ago-i-was-violently-woken-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-8388117300883033914</id><published>2008-12-12T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:45:37.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SUJnuBtz62I/AAAAAAAAA50/OvkfZKuWNcM/s1600-h/DSC00001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SUJnuBtz62I/AAAAAAAAA50/OvkfZKuWNcM/s320/DSC00001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278895753663867746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say hello to baby Aaryan! Born on the morning of December 3rd. This baby sleeps all day long and cries at night. But this boy sure looks like a doll! His eyes are a brown color, the kind of contact lens brown. Muahahaha. Abg Iwan kept scaring me about the pain of giving birth and the after effects of child birth, he kept saying "jangan kawen! aiyo nurul! sakit tau!" Eh crap. I'm giving birth to the 4th generation of children in this family! Well, if my brother doesn't get married first or if I turn out not getting married. What a sad story. Or I'd just have a back up like Kak Azilah. kekeke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Nokia 5610 can't be fixed. It's beyond repair. And I can't get a new set cos I don't have a warranty card. Gah! I worked my ass off to buy this handphone. I've never used so much money on an item except for this. Really broke my heart when pa told me about this. I really like Nokia functions, but all my friends who bought this phone experience problems, such that it suddenly switches off on its own and blahblahblah. But well, I'll just wait for April for a new phone! I'm eyeing the LG Chocolate 3. Soooo pretteh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SUJqpGt4LXI/AAAAAAAAA58/5hNaHc2V3fo/s1600-h/lgchocolate3.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SUJqpGt4LXI/AAAAAAAAA58/5hNaHc2V3fo/s320/lgchocolate3.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278898967641861490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-8388117300883033914?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/8388117300883033914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=8388117300883033914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/8388117300883033914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/8388117300883033914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2008/12/say-hello-to-baby-aaryan-born-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SUJnuBtz62I/AAAAAAAAA50/OvkfZKuWNcM/s72-c/DSC00001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-4076170369006835797</id><published>2008-12-06T18:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T18:27:01.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohmygod how many times do I have to pack this hols? I've packed my bag like three times, and now, I have to pack yet again. And then again. and again. I have no problem with moving around. In fact, I'm known to be 'sleeping around' HAHA. As in, sleeping at other people's house just for a change of space. But seriously, it's been raining a lot lately, and my clothes, I usually pack extra just in case, will dry so slowly. I still have clothes in the laundry basket from two weeks ago! Unwashed. I also have trouble finding clean clothes cos I'm too lazy to dig them through my messy wardrobe. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh well, have to go probaly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-4076170369006835797?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/4076170369006835797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=4076170369006835797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/4076170369006835797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/4076170369006835797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2008/12/ohmygod-how-many-times-do-i-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-1818719344623003917</id><published>2008-12-04T18:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T19:39:51.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm home! Previous post, it was soo random by this little miss. Whom I "stole" her hubby. It wasn't on purpose okay! Well you know how I could do things without thinking, and stealing that little miss' "hubby", twice, really wasn't on purpose to spite her or something. Wakaka. No worries. I don't even want her "hubby" manz! And this miss, couldn't stop raving about 'magic sticks' throughout my stay there. Shaza and Dina were embrassed, including me! But we had fun lah, of course. Watched Family Outing, EHB, and all sorts of video. I got to sleep early, thank God. I couldn't stop laughing at all sorts of crap that Tira was saying when Shaza and Dina had already slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a pink printed hoodie and this cute pair of cat earrings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/STe5ftu7_YI/AAAAAAAAA5s/tJpDgG4hBi0/s1600-h/fish.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 79px; height: 85px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/STe5ftu7_YI/AAAAAAAAA5s/tJpDgG4hBi0/s320/fish.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275889442991373698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/STe5fjWJS8I/AAAAAAAAA5k/_LnNVA0s8xk/s1600-h/kitty.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 61px; height: 53px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/STe5fjWJS8I/AAAAAAAAA5k/_LnNVA0s8xk/s320/kitty.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275889440203033538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/STe5fjAmy5I/AAAAAAAAA5c/C0Er7d0n9Jk/s1600-h/Snapshot_20081204_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/STe5fjAmy5I/AAAAAAAAA5c/C0Er7d0n9Jk/s320/Snapshot_20081204_7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275889440112692114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/STe5fIfxFwI/AAAAAAAAA5U/3jiiCV_qXrE/s1600-h/Snapshot_20081204_6.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/_xJb5sdeF24w/STe5fIfxFwI/AAAAAAAAA5U/3jiiCV_qXrE/s320/Snapshot_20081204_6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275889432995632898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures kinda crappy, cos I took using my webcam. Yes, I know, pink is so not 'norule'. But I'm entitled to any color I want, so psssh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged by the little miss, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Put your music player on shuffle&lt;br /&gt;2.) Press forward for each question.&lt;br /&gt;3.) Use the song title as the answer to the question.&lt;br /&gt;4.) NO CHEATING!&lt;br /&gt;5.) Tag se7en people to do this . (No tags back !)&lt;br /&gt;6.) REMEMBER TO CREDIT MYUNG HEE IF YOU DO THIS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The questions and my answers: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) How am I feeling today?&lt;br /&gt;TVXQ - You Always...&lt;br /&gt;Lol I don't geddit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Where will I get married?&lt;br /&gt;Big Bang - Dirty Cash&lt;br /&gt;LAS VEGAS? Or a casino? hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) What is my best friend's theme song?&lt;br /&gt;SHINee - Graze&lt;br /&gt;I haven't read the trasnaltion of this song haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) What is/was highschool like?&lt;br /&gt;TVXQ - You Only Love&lt;br /&gt;NO WAY. Okay lah, it was lovely, by half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) What is the best thing about me?&lt;br /&gt;TVXQ - Always There&lt;br /&gt;Oh really, I'm not. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) How is today going to be?&lt;br /&gt;Big Bang - Number 1&lt;br /&gt;Nooo! It's been raining all day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) What is in store for this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;Sung Si Kyung - Everyday Birthday&lt;br /&gt;Yaay! Wouldn't it be lovely. But that would be an increase in my age, making me old. Blahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) What song describes my parents?&lt;br /&gt;Trax - First Rain&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) How is my life going?&lt;br /&gt;SHINee - Love should go on&lt;br /&gt;I have no love in my life manz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) What song will they play at my funeral?&lt;br /&gt;SHINee - Best Place&lt;br /&gt;How could you?! The funeral is the best place for me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) How does the world see me?&lt;br /&gt;Battle - Luv U&lt;br /&gt;Awww everyone loves me? Thank you! Buahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.) What do my friends really think of me?&lt;br /&gt;TVXQ -Tonight&lt;br /&gt;Tonight what? That I alwasys stay up all night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Do people secretly lust after me?&lt;br /&gt;Big Bang - Into (put your hands up)&lt;br /&gt;I don't want people to lust after me... eiew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.) How can I make myself happy?&lt;br /&gt;Super Junior KRY - 걸음을 멈추고&lt;br /&gt;Haha sorry I don't understand Korean =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.) What should I do with my life?&lt;br /&gt;Big Bang - La La La&lt;br /&gt;Ohh yeahhh, be happy and gay haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.) Will I ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;TVXQ - Hug&lt;br /&gt;Children as cute as tvxq were in hug? weeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.) What is some good advice?&lt;br /&gt;Big Bang - Heaven&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm... let's see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.) What do I think my current theme song is?&lt;br /&gt;TVXQ - Whatever they say&lt;br /&gt;OF COURSE! whatever right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.) What does everyone else think my current theme song is?&lt;br /&gt;SHINee - Noona nomu yeppeo &lt;br /&gt;I'm a pretty older sister? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.) What type of men/women do you like?&lt;br /&gt;Trax - Scorpio&lt;br /&gt;Dunno lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.) Will you get married?&lt;br /&gt;TVXQ - Like Now&lt;br /&gt;heh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.) What should I do with my love life?&lt;br /&gt;Big Bang - V.I.P&lt;br /&gt;Make them my VIP.. uhuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.) Where will you live?&lt;br /&gt;TVXQ - You're my miracle&lt;br /&gt;In miracles lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.) What will your dying words be?&lt;br /&gt;TVXQ - Miduhyo&lt;br /&gt;I believe that what...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.) How is your sex life gonna be?&lt;br /&gt;SHINee - In my room&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malas to tag other people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-1818719344623003917?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/1818719344623003917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=1818719344623003917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/1818719344623003917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/1818719344623003917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-home-previous-post-it-was-soo-random.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/STe5ftu7_YI/AAAAAAAAA5s/tJpDgG4hBi0/s72-c/fish.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-2317413823743168829</id><published>2008-12-03T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T00:31:19.797+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JI YONG IS MINE .'/><title type='text'>PAJAMA PARTY .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hello everyone ~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is famous star, Lee Myung Hee, reporting live from Kwon Ji Yong's bedroom .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pfft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Who the freaks am I kidding maanszx?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm the veh lazy blog owner's beloved cousin, and I'm in my super-messy room, in front of her lappie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A few seconds ago I was giving my cousin &amp;amp;&amp;amp;'nd my sister Sex Ed . Well, lets just say that my class wasnt really useful as the students kept cracking up every four seconds . wth maan -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wanna tell y'all sth very very shocking .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;KAK NORULE IS A HUSBAND STEALER !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Like what the fags right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;She friggin hugged my hubby in front of my eyes daym it .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ok laaa, my hubby-my polka-dotted bolster -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ok fine la, I'm over exaggerating maansxz . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Other than talking about Magic Sticks (: OO!!) we watched Family Outing. Gosh, I think I fell in love with Yunho Oppa all over again siulxsz . Ok, MYUNG HEE! STICK TO KWON JI YONG AND NOBODY ELSE ! Goodness, my heart is like a roller-coaster ride -.-.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ok then, I hope all of you can shower my fanfics (the links are at my blog: &lt;a href="http://pinklollipopsdreamland.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://pinklollipopsdreamland.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; ) and also support the G-Hee love ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Okies then, nighty night !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Toodles chyeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Write your name on my wrist using the very same knife you used to stab my heart*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-2317413823743168829?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/2317413823743168829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=2317413823743168829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/2317413823743168829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/2317413823743168829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2008/12/pajama-party.html' title='PAJAMA PARTY .'/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-4198680768765769112</id><published>2008-12-01T15:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T16:01:30.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/STOX6EmyuEI/AAAAAAAAA5M/CO4gUSKAVJs/s1600-h/S6300023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/STOX6EmyuEI/AAAAAAAAA5M/CO4gUSKAVJs/s320/S6300023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274726612505638978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture I snapped in Malacca while in the car. It's nice, isn't it. The house, I mean =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I haven't been doing much this hols. Writing, writing and writing. So I pretty much have no idea whatsoever as to blog on any subjects. Am thinking of staying over at my aunt's place for a couple of days. And to send my handphone for repair. Maybe cos I used to throw it against the wall when I was frustrated... oh well. I spent $200 to bash out my anger. I don't have any decent pictures to post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-4198680768765769112?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/4198680768765769112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=4198680768765769112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/4198680768765769112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/4198680768765769112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2008/12/picture-i-snapped-in-malacca-while-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/STOX6EmyuEI/AAAAAAAAA5M/CO4gUSKAVJs/s72-c/S6300023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-5320006605916577955</id><published>2008-11-30T15:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T15:12:52.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sleeping at 4am everyday. Shitness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-5320006605916577955?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/5320006605916577955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=5320006605916577955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/5320006605916577955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/5320006605916577955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2008/11/sleeping-at-4am-everyday.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-7453382285791070280</id><published>2008-11-11T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T23:19:54.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tagged by Myung Hee =_= I keep doing so many memes lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU WERE TO MAKE A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's how it works:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Open your music library (Media Player etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Put it on shuffle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Press play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. For every question, type the song that's playing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When you go to a new question, press the next button&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Don't lie and try to pretend you’re cool. -.-''&lt;br /&gt;se7en.Tag seven people to do it. NO TAGS BACK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening Credits:&lt;br /&gt;You're my miracle - DBSK&lt;br /&gt;My all time fave DBSK song sorry I get all happy when I listen to this song =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking Up:&lt;br /&gt;Lovin' You - Anna Tsuchiya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling In Love:&lt;br /&gt;Masayume - Spitz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fighting with Lover Song:&lt;br /&gt;Proud - DBSK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking Up:&lt;br /&gt;Good news - Something Corporate&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA good news my foot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day At School:&lt;br /&gt;Blue Planet - alice nine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom:&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow - Flyleaf&lt;br /&gt;Riiighht sorrow cos there's something frilly to be worn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life:&lt;br /&gt;Unsaid Things - Mcfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mental Breakdown: &lt;br /&gt;Situations - Escape the Fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving:&lt;br /&gt;Shy Girl - O-town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashback:&lt;br /&gt;Broken - Seether Ft. Amy Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patching Up With Lover:&lt;br /&gt;A time for us - Romeo and Juliet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding:&lt;br /&gt;Four seasons - SHINee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birth of Child:&lt;br /&gt;Smile - Super Junior KRY&lt;br /&gt;This song is so boring manz. Yeah I'll smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accident:&lt;br /&gt;Forever or never - SHINee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death Scene:&lt;br /&gt;Peach - Otsuka Ai&lt;br /&gt;Riiiiighhtt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funeral Song:&lt;br /&gt;Still doll - Kanon Wakeshima&lt;br /&gt;well suits perfectly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Credits:&lt;br /&gt;Rising Sun - DBSK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies, TAG TIME: D&lt;br /&gt;1. Sak&lt;br /&gt;2. Kimmy&lt;br /&gt;3. Nekma when she makes a blog and writes her death list&lt;br /&gt;4. Aisha Omar&lt;br /&gt;5. Po'ot&lt;br /&gt;6. Syark&lt;br /&gt;se7en. hehehehekeyra. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits to: soompi.com/my brain&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-7453382285791070280?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/7453382285791070280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=7453382285791070280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/7453382285791070280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/7453382285791070280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-you-were-to-make-movie-what-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-4485021273644989697</id><published>2008-11-10T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T23:45:57.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been sleeping at 4am almost everyday as of late. I've been writing the fic, and my idea usually strikes around 12am onwards. Then I'll start typing and typing and suddenly, it's 4am and I am left with an hour to wake up and go to school. Also, I've been editing school pics and now I just remembered that I volunteered to do some of the designs for yearbook. Guess my holiday is occupied. Neylu better be free manz I'm not gonna do this alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, will be sleeping over at my aunt's. Next weekend, off to Malacca. Wonder what December holds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my family and I watched Quantum of solace. Hoooooooly. The movie was... I dunno! I didn't even focus on what the heck was going on. Half the time in the cinema, I played tennis on my hp, moved around in my seat, sighed heavily, stayed at the toilet for 20 minutes before realising that it was intensely silent it was suffocating, and gawd! The worst was that I wasn't sleepy so I didn't pass out from boredom. I almost exited the place to round Marina Square alone. Gah! And that is why I hate Bond movies. And I also felt like going to another theater hall to watch whatever else is playing, besides Quantum of solace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit my ride to Malacca is gonna kill me. I'll be heavily bored cos I have no mp3, no handphone, no laptop and even if I brought books, it's not like I could read them cos we're travelling at midnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdayoftheweekareyouquiz/wednesday.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this day of the week, you are ruled by Mercury. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than anything, you are unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are witty and wise - but you are also easily bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be flighty and careless. You are unreliable at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some ways, it's perfect that you match up with hump day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are always coasting downhill - even when it seems like an uphill battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatdayoftheweekareyouquiz/"&gt;What Day of the Week Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. This stupid quiz is so true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-4485021273644989697?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/4485021273644989697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=4485021273644989697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/4485021273644989697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/4485021273644989697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-been-sleeping-at-4am-almost.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-2116829999940986457</id><published>2008-11-09T01:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T01:30:22.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I messed up 69% of my teenage life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] kissed someone before dating&lt;br /&gt;[ ] gotten a phone taken away in class&lt;br /&gt;[ ] gotten suspended&lt;br /&gt;[ ] gotten caught chewing gum&lt;br /&gt;[ ] gotten caught cheating on a test&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] arrived late to class more than 5 times&lt;br /&gt;[x] didn't do homework over 5 times&lt;br /&gt;[x] turned at least 3 projects in late&lt;br /&gt;[x] missed school just because you felt like it&lt;br /&gt;[x] laughed so loud you got kicked out of class&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] got your mom, dad, etc to get you out of school&lt;br /&gt;[x] text people during class&lt;br /&gt;[x] passed notes&lt;br /&gt;[x] threw stuff across the room&lt;br /&gt;[x] laughed at the teacher&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]took pictures during school hours&lt;br /&gt;[x] called someone during school hours&lt;br /&gt;[x] listened to iPod, CD, etc during school hours&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] threw something at the teacher&lt;br /&gt;[x] went outside the classroom without permission&lt;br /&gt;[x] broke the dress code&lt;br /&gt;[x] failed a class&lt;br /&gt;[x] ate food during class&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] gotten a call from school&lt;br /&gt;[ ] couldn't go on a field trip or dance cause you behaved badly&lt;br /&gt;[x] didn't take your stuff to school&lt;br /&gt;[ ] given a teacher the finger when they were looking&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Kissed during class/school&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] faked your parents signature&lt;br /&gt;[x]slept in class&lt;br /&gt;[x]cussed at your teacher&lt;br /&gt;[x] copied homework&lt;br /&gt;[x]got in trouble with the principal/vice principal&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multiply by 3*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post as "I messed up _% of my teenage life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am the devil aren't I =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-2116829999940986457?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/2116829999940986457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=2116829999940986457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/2116829999940986457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/2116829999940986457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-messed-up-69-of-my-teenage-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-5556054259599589870</id><published>2008-11-08T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T13:56:37.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holaaaaa~~ Pa bought for hakim Guitar Hero's guitar! Cool manz. Though I really suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged by Mar! ni buntal haiyaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULE #1 People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULE #2 Tag 5 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by continuing this game by sending it to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you have secrets? Of course lah. Who doesn't manz.&lt;br /&gt;2. Would you fall in love with a boy younger than you? Ahah! No. By a few months, yes.&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you enjoy going to school? I guess, half-half. It depends on the situation. But I go to shcool because I wanna meet my friends actually hehe.&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you do with a billion dollars? Buy a mega huge house where all my friends can live in it. And buy Kimmy's private jet xP And donate I guess. I'm such an angel. LOL. And pay back my parent's money!!&lt;br /&gt;5. Will you fall in love with your best friend? My bestfriends are all girls manz. What the heck. &lt;br /&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone? Being loved by someone of course! What if you love that person but that person doesn't love you? Paiseh right.&lt;br /&gt;7. List out your 15 favourite songs: Lemon, Fall, You're my miracle, Miracle, Kuroi namida, Colors of the heart, Love Parade, Ketsui no asa ni, Reila, Shizuka na hibi no kaidan wo,  Hey my friend, Best place, Things I'll never say, I'll be with you &amp; Rainbow&lt;br /&gt;8. what is your favourite food? Mee siam manz~&lt;br /&gt;9. Is there anything that has made you extremely happy? My laptop? Haha. &lt;br /&gt;10. What makes you angry? Lots of things. I'm easily angered. &lt;br /&gt;11. How would you see yourself in 10 years time? Not sure. Seriously. Married maybe? With a career hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;12. Who is currently the most important people to you? Family, friends. I don't need anyone else beside them.&lt;br /&gt;13. What are the most important things in life? Gawd this is so cheesy. Love, money (haha!), friendship and parent's blessings.&lt;br /&gt;14. Single or attached? Single manz.&lt;br /&gt;15. What is your favourite colour? Red! And a bit of brown and black.&lt;br /&gt;16. Would you give all in a relationship? Hmmm.. I don't think so. There are more important things that relationships.&lt;br /&gt;17. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick? Erk. The one whom can make me laugh, and not the polite laughs but big happy laughs.&lt;br /&gt;18. Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing someone has done? Well I'm not that type of person. I'll remember, definitely, but I won't hold grudges. &lt;br /&gt;19. What do you really want now? More money!&lt;br /&gt;20. 5 people I have tagged: Sak, Tira, Zeke, Jaja and Syark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-5556054259599589870?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/5556054259599589870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=5556054259599589870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/5556054259599589870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/5556054259599589870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2008/11/holaaaaa-pa-bought-for-hakim-guitar.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-1795516500871271920</id><published>2008-11-07T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T23:59:24.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My previous handphone number from some years ago was really cool. 98763210. I am not kidding. It is so easy to remember, just read number backward, minus 5 and 4. Manz should have stick to that number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to english songs again! Woohoo~ I miss my creative zen =( All my english songs are there, 1000+ of them. I wish it could have warned me before it decided to die on me. I miss all those songs in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am so bored of this layout. Dayum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-1795516500871271920?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/1795516500871271920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=1795516500871271920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/1795516500871271920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/1795516500871271920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-previous-handphone-number-from-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-8324178145621085415</id><published>2008-11-06T22:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:25:16.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg my mother gives me the most greatest advices ever. And that is why, as the saying goes, 'Mothers knows best'. And ok, my mother is my bestfriend in this whole wide world. She may not know shit about some stuffs like.. some insignificant stuffs that I can't name right now. But really, listening to your mother is the best. Listening to your teachers, even though they've got years of experience and education and crap, may be great and shit, but the best advices comes from your own mother. Who is equipped with motherly instincts that assure nothing could go wrong if you like, listen to her advice and think things carefully, map it out, and the bad things would just go splendid. I swear my mother never failed at giving me good advices and I would always heed her no matter what. Even though I just hollered at her hours ago about not buying Mushroom swiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so there I was, mooching off at the bus stop, all sulking and muttering crap to myself after schol and after I hung out at Sak's for a while. And being so damn down, first time ever since arwah ayah passed away. I was like, resisting the urge to cry or shout out loud, but I couldnt cry because I really don't wanna cry over stupid stuffs like failing exams or failing at friendship or crap. I would cry only at funerals, because seriously, you cry because that person would never ever come back to live again. But if you fail at friendships/relationships, you could meet that person again and mend things right? It's not so bad I guess. I mean, my 10 year old cousin had me crying so bad cos she was asking me whether arway ayah would ever forgive her misdeeds towards him, and she was so so so sad scared shitless she was trembling, I kid you not. But I assured her, insya Allah, arwah ayah is a fantastic grandfather, of course he would. Even though they used to get into fights all the time =/ Oh well, I just wanna remember good stuffs about arwah ayah. No point moping, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to the topic, I was down in the dumps. Probaly I'd have to repeat a year cos I've failed Syariah and Usuluddin, I don't care paper I/II whatever. And if I really have to repeat a year, aww mann that's just a waste of money from my parents, isn't it? I don't give a flyin' fuck about being embarassed or crap, but seriously, waste of money! And so I told Ma about this, seriously, my parents aren't the type to get freaked out or crap. I am so damn lucky to have this set of parents. Because they are so understanding, it's so scary when they don't holler at me or stuff. I mean, my father will bellow at me if I'm all bad attitude, but I don't really get shouted at if I fail something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother told me, if I have to repeat a year, I do that. It's a lesson that I should learn from, and that she doesn't get the idea of the whole getting into university as fast as possible. I'm probaly gonna take two years off to study A-level Eng Lit. and Geography, before I haul my butt to U (yes, I wanna take english major. big whoop). No rush. If I rush for U anyways, what, after I complete my studies, I go for work, and then get married? How unceremonious. My mother most certainly doesn't want me to get married at 25, most preferably later. Does my map of life have to be like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSLE at 12&lt;br /&gt;O's at 16&lt;br /&gt;A's at 18&lt;br /&gt;U at 19 and graduate at 21/22 I'm not sure&lt;br /&gt;Work at 23 or something until 25&lt;br /&gt;Get married at 26?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY DOES LIFE ALWAYS HAVE TO REVOLVE AROUND GETTING MARRIED IN THE END?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my life, definitely won't be that. I'll probaly enter U at 21 I guess. Heck I don't care manz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after my mother told me this, I stopped sulking and got out of my bad mood that I don't even need a Mars bar anymore. She said she doesn't want me to get stressed and just take a chill pill. I love my Ma =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and to Sak too who told me to not think about it cos I was moping like crap and shouting out at random just now. Even though I couldn't stop thinking about it on the bus stop, but I slept in the bus, so I guess that flew off =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you don't know, I suck big time at Syariah and Usuluddin, even if I read like crap. Yes, since secondary, I suck at ukhrawi. We all can't be perfect at the same time, right? I mean, I'm not those people who could rock both academic and ukhrawi worlds. You could tell I didn't even try so damn hard for non-academic subjects. Even if I try my hardest, I'd crumble with stupidity and monstrous laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and please, stop swearing at all the wrong places. You could try, but the mistakes are friggin' embarassing. I hate it when wrong grammars and vocabs fly all over the place. And stop being a flippin' valley girl. UGH. Sorry. Writer's thing =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I 'm a huge fan of expletives, I'm really bugged by people who put them in the wrong places/sentences. Like, you'd say "I fucking hate you" and not "I hate fucking you" right? Sounds wrong man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone's hurt by the paragraph above, you can shoot me with an insult that I suck at SPI/Usul Fiqh/Usuluddin. Like I &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH WHY AM I SUCH A HUGE BITCH?&lt;br /&gt;I SHOULD STOP BEING A BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;no wonder all the ustazahs hate me. yes, they hate me. cha cha cha. they are "anti nurul amira". My friends don't even try to deny it, they just pat me on the back! Oh well, guess I'm like, public enemy number one or something. Not that I'm bothered by it. I kinda like it, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-8324178145621085415?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/8324178145621085415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=8324178145621085415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/8324178145621085415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/8324178145621085415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2008/11/omg-my-mother-gives-me-most-greatest.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-7814025312015455365</id><published>2008-11-06T19:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T20:02:09.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shit. shitshitshitshitshit. I'm going to hell for this. Let's acknowledge the fact that I will always be a devil, and will always stay as crap.  Fuck this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I thank y'all for always listening to my plight, my terrible horrible plight. My mother, though I don't really talk to her as of late cos she's busy with work. Sak and Kimmy, never fail to make me laugh and never gave up on my stupid bitchings and sulking and childish attitude, or never even giving up on listening to me laughing like a baboon and to my babblings. Syark, you big doofus, call me anytime. Because I haven't rejecting calls, even from strangers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAWD MY MOTHER WON'T EVEN BUY ME MUSHROOM SWISS EVEN IN MY DEPRESSED STATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health schmealth. I'll die anyway. Who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I'm looking forward to tonight is watching Friends, with a Mars bar and Slurplee in hand. And later reading Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows because dissolving myself in an even depressing story of wizards and witches dying and on war would soothe my soul because I know some fictional character has an even sorrier fate than mine. Or I'd watch My Girl, yet again, though watching Full House/My name is Kim Sam Soon has an even more depressing storyline which would trigger my eye glands or whatfuck to actually cry, because lately, I cannot cry. Goddamn why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I even feel like wrapping myself in depressing things in my sorry state? Blach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and this has got to do with exams. Because I'm so flippin' frustrated at myself. Yes, myself. My mortal bitch enemy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-7814025312015455365?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/7814025312015455365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=7814025312015455365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/7814025312015455365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/7814025312015455365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2008/11/shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-2950413064689918752</id><published>2008-11-05T18:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T19:20:02.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh wow! Barack Obama won! I know, I don't particularly care about Singapore's politics. But here I am, basking in pride when Obama won, as if I got to be US president. I think that when I read that one whole page on Strait's Time review page about Obama being US president some months ago didn't go to waste. Whoever editor wrote that page is slickly clever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow I sound boring talking about this. I'm only 17 and I talk as if I'm 37.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, another satisfacting glory is that, I was forced to cook just hours before! Pa suddenly told me to cook some vegetable, was it chap chye? Anyways, cos Ma wouldn't teach me how to cook and until I have to marry, then she would give me her cookbooks which she hardly opens anymore. Not that I have any prospects whatsoever about getting married. And so, I threw in the ingredients, did as I was instructed, and ta-dah~ Done! I could say my first time wasn't bad. Pa said it was delicious, though I wouldn't dub a vegetable dish with mushrooms delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUGH THERE IS SCHOOL TOMORROW! What shit liao? My brothers have already launched into holiday mode. And I, sadly, have to wake up at 5am, trudge out at 6, scowl to the whole world in general because of my hate for mornings, and be at school! Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does everyone have the distinct favor of getting married on 22nd/23rd November? Damn.. I think four people I know are getting married on that day already. Gosh. And I have to sacrifice 2 marriages for one marriage in Malacca. Blagh. Why didn't my cousin gave me an airplane ticket when she got married in London? Gosh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-2950413064689918752?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/2950413064689918752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=2950413064689918752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/2950413064689918752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/2950413064689918752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-wow-barack-obama-won-i-know-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-4996367929120132187</id><published>2008-11-04T13:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T14:28:32.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes exams are over! No more 3 hours of sitting straight and getting headaches and sleeping late. But wait, my favourite activity during hols is to sleep as late as I could watching dramas or read fics. Bring it on bebeh! Though this hols saddens me aloooot. My wallet is dried up D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pa told me earlier last month to save up my money and put some in the bank because of the world's recession and all. But yesh, I spent it all on accessories and crap, and now I need a job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this holiday I'd have to study cooking. If my sis comes over, I'd have to learn how to cook since Ma's working late, lately. Haiya. Though I can't wait for sleepovers. And since Kak Azilah's gonna give birth in December (insya Allah) and is staying over at Mak Long's, I can come over and play with the baby boy! Named Ryan Hakim (as in, riyan hakim, as in the Indon actor whom I dunno)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuad was being irritating some days ago. When he called for Hakim, he called like this: "Abang! Papa suruh &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SIAP&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SIAP&lt;/span&gt; SIAP &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;siap&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;siap&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;siap&lt;/span&gt;.." You get my flow? Annoying manz! He kept doing that for a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye I said I wanted to join Nanowrimo this year, no wait.. I joined last year and didn't wrote a single thing because of O's. But this year.. eh I got lazy. I have no plot in mind and I have lots of things to do this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My handphone is spoilt, or more like, swamped by virus. There are green lines and the graphic turns all contour-ish, plus it keep switching off at random intervals. So it just annoys me when I text. ni battery ch.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm tagged by Tira :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Each player of this game starts off with 10 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;2.People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 10 weird things/habits/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly.&lt;br /&gt;3.At the end, you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) If I was a whole other person, stripped off my school name and crap, I'd prolly wear short skirts and dye my hair red/pink/purple. (Am I an incarnation of my mother? She used to wear short skirts, super high heels, and loved to walk around orchard from one end to another in those heels. When she was my age lah)&lt;br /&gt;2) I miss Syakirah Afiqah!&lt;br /&gt;3) I have a tablet PC but I can't draw shit to save my life.&lt;br /&gt;4) I am easily bored, or more like lose interest quickly. For some things.&lt;br /&gt;5) Yes, I love branded stuffs. lalalalala~ For clothes, shoes and bags. I don't care if I wear $2 watches. I don't even wear watches.&lt;br /&gt;6) As stated above, I don't wear watches and I depend on my handphone for time. And that is why, I am a very messy/sloppy/selekeh person. But that doesn't mean I'm a late person. I've never been late for school this year! woohoo~&lt;br /&gt;7) I can't write malay narrative essays anymore ever since this year :C Cos I've been writing too much descriptive writing I can't think of writing a story in malay anymore! During malay exam, there was a question on writing some story. Took that, but I couldn't go further than the first paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;8) Not sure about where my future career would lead me to. Yes, I love english. But I dunno what to work as. Dammit. I cannot work in an office or I'll die of boredom!&lt;br /&gt;9) Am doing so much research on Paris currently. It's as if I'm going there for real. Ceh.&lt;br /&gt;10) I love rootbeer &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaes.. tagging:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Sak&lt;br /&gt;2) Syark&lt;br /&gt;3) Mar&lt;br /&gt;4) Jaja&lt;br /&gt;5) Mimi&lt;br /&gt;6) Keen&lt;br /&gt;7) Atiqah&lt;br /&gt;8) Kimmy&lt;br /&gt;9) Nadh&lt;br /&gt;10) Has&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sleepy = = = = =&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-4996367929120132187?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/4996367929120132187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=4996367929120132187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/4996367929120132187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/4996367929120132187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2008/11/yes-exams-are-over-no-more-3-hours-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-608011751907592445</id><published>2008-11-03T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T00:42:39.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="200" height="144"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zjtMe0ILywU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zjtMe0ILywU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="144"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG Kim In Hwan, mini Junsu singing I love You Baby. SO CUTE! *dies from cuteness*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my sister came over. We went shopping at CP and bought loads of accessories and had too many chocolate stuffs. My sis so damn nice sia. She gave me her super duper pretty earrings cos I said they're nice, and wanted to give me her chio contact lens case, and is giving me a pretty black sweater and another pair of pretty earrings she's not wearing. My sis slept over too. In the morning, woke up early (on a sunday! I usually wake up at 11) to eat Mcdonald's breakfast with my sis. Ate McGriddles and it is super duper duper duper delicious sia! I know la, I'm so outdated but I ate this cos my sis recommended. After that, we went home, I slept, she surfed the internet, and again in the evening we went out with my parents to Vivo! Surprisingly, my sister and I both share same tastes in clothes and style. We love punkish/rockish clothes. Ohmygod and Forever 21 clothes is like, Forever 41. So ewwish manz the clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGH! MY HANDPHONE IS CRAZY! There are like, green static lines all over and the graphic is upside down. Is it cos I send a file from my comp just now? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zeyda called me last monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zeyda: Nurul, ko katne?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Vivo ahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, Zeyda called again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zeyda: Kau kat luar eh? Ko katne?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Aku kat Vivo lagi lahh, aku tgh makan ni&lt;br /&gt;Zeyda: Vivo lagi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh yeahh which reminds me another conversation with Sak on the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sak: Kau katne?&lt;br /&gt;Me : CP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another time, some days after that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sak: Kau katne?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Aku kat CP lahh&lt;br /&gt;Sak: Tak habes2 CP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah. My fave places lahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-608011751907592445?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/608011751907592445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=608011751907592445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/608011751907592445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/608011751907592445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2008/11/omg-kim-in-hwan-mini-junsu-singing-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-7604884786653743986</id><published>2008-10-31T01:09:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T02:30:19.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay I'm re-doing this. Cos I'm soooo bored and things have changed A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture meme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules:&lt;br /&gt;1) Answer questions and type into google image search&lt;br /&gt;2) Post pictures from first results page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Age at next birthday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQnqudDcOWI/AAAAAAAAAl4/5pAXXY1ifEs/s1600-h/18.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 149px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQnqudDcOWI/AAAAAAAAAl4/5pAXXY1ifEs/s320/18.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262995723353078114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESSSAAAAAAAAAAAA~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A place you'd like to travel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQnrGxNYbKI/AAAAAAAAAmA/SuLUnOXYc2c/s1600-h/LOTTEWORLD.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/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQnrGxNYbKI/AAAAAAAAAmA/SuLUnOXYc2c/s320/LOTTEWORLD.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262996141080341666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOTTE WORLD, SOUTH KOREA BEBEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQnrqc9Cj1I/AAAAAAAAAmI/4jI-TPEPr9I/s1600-h/paris05day7017small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQnrqc9Cj1I/AAAAAAAAAmI/4jI-TPEPr9I/s320/paris05day7017small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262996754118381394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris my loooooooove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQnr6qJ6eVI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/E4LfxxYQDO8/s1600-h/morrocoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQnr6qJ6eVI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/E4LfxxYQDO8/s320/morrocoo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262997032539945298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morocco of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your favorite place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQntD1VGYoI/AAAAAAAAAmY/UbpUNG60QCo/s1600-h/orchard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQntD1VGYoI/AAAAAAAAAmY/UbpUNG60QCo/s320/orchard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262998289670103682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orchard rd~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQntEVsvA0I/AAAAAAAAAmg/FN4biZ91vm8/s1600-h/Genting01002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQntEVsvA0I/AAAAAAAAAmg/FN4biZ91vm8/s320/Genting01002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262998298359169858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genting yeahhhh~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your favorite objects:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQnwwBjyGgI/AAAAAAAAAn4/0_bayrlfunE/s1600-h/tx2000z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQnwwBjyGgI/AAAAAAAAAn4/0_bayrlfunE/s320/tx2000z.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263002347402041858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY HP PAVILLION TX2000!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQnwwmvg9PI/AAAAAAAAAoA/0I5gQTpshQk/s1600-h/em.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQnwwmvg9PI/AAAAAAAAAoA/0I5gQTpshQk/s320/em.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263002357383361778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily Srange stuffs woohooo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQnwxvwvPQI/AAAAAAAAAoI/_u6C97x4TJk/s1600-h/emobangles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQnwxvwvPQI/AAAAAAAAAoI/_u6C97x4TJk/s320/emobangles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263002376984280322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo bangles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQnwxr_Rz_I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/Q66Kk3rA6iQ/s1600-h/bagg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQnwxr_Rz_I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/Q66Kk3rA6iQ/s320/bagg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263002375971524594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQnwxwEPwxI/AAAAAAAAAoY/-ZWDTfQJJTg/s1600-h/sneakers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 296px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQnwxwEPwxI/AAAAAAAAAoY/-ZWDTfQJJTg/s320/sneakers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263002377066103570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your favorite food:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQnxq0i0mRI/AAAAAAAAAoo/vf97ok4bOSU/s1600-h/cookie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQnxq0i0mRI/AAAAAAAAAoo/vf97ok4bOSU/s320/cookie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263003357520632082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQnxqvcar0I/AAAAAAAAAog/R-7RqQc4DzU/s1600-h/meesiam.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQnxqvcar0I/AAAAAAAAAog/R-7RqQc4DzU/s320/meesiam.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263003356151590722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEE SIAM~ sungguhnya sedap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite animals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQny7suxMdI/AAAAAAAAAow/IVRrJQXlDKo/s1600-h/whitetiger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQny7suxMdI/AAAAAAAAAow/IVRrJQXlDKo/s320/whitetiger.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263004746992660946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your favorite color:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQnz2cXChyI/AAAAAAAAAo4/JHuQI-Kd-G0/s1600-h/red.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQnz2cXChyI/AAAAAAAAAo4/JHuQI-Kd-G0/s320/red.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263005756210448162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Town where you were born:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/R1Pq35h7n6I/AAAAAAAAAJs/ixlvNmuKsm4/s1600-R/Singapore%2520fountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/R1Pq35h7n6I/AAAAAAAAAJs/Gd-5TDofzk8/s320/Singapore%2520fountain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139709845816713122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore. KK lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Town where you now live:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/R1PrRZh7n7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/UZXfjNpwKqA/s1600-R/250px-Anchorvale_Gardens,_Nov_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/R1PrRZh7n7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/oFjuKQstUNw/s320/250px-Anchorvale_Gardens,_Nov_05.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139710283903377330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sengkang. Two blocks away is my block. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Name of a current pet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/R1PrrJh7n8I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/zANzhvrH1Bg/s1600-R/chrs_nemo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/R1PrrJh7n8I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/qL3cnh-S6HI/s320/chrs_nemo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139710726285008834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nemo! The cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Name of a past pet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/R1Pr1Jh7n9I/AAAAAAAAAKE/7Yq_PlezHws/s1600-R/Garfield-Sandwitch-b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/R1Pr1Jh7n9I/AAAAAAAAAKE/GW4SR4a_b_8/s320/Garfield-Sandwitch-b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139710898083700690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garfield. The cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. First name of a current love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQn1rLC_QuI/AAAAAAAAApA/SreWpRNcw3g/s1600-h/junsu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQn1rLC_QuI/AAAAAAAAApA/SreWpRNcw3g/s320/junsu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263007761607639778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNSU~ (sorry saga wahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQn1roMZaGI/AAAAAAAAApI/Grgo6mopY50/s1600-h/saga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQn1roMZaGI/AAAAAAAAApI/Grgo6mopY50/s320/saga.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263007769431730274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAGA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQn1r1_W6OI/AAAAAAAAApQ/W84_ozQY0yc/s1600-h/heechul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQn1r1_W6OI/AAAAAAAAApQ/W84_ozQY0yc/s320/heechul.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263007773135136994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEECHUL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQn1r4hWtCI/AAAAAAAAApY/eplCmMU1t-c/s1600-h/keyy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQn1r4hWtCI/AAAAAAAAApY/eplCmMU1t-c/s320/keyy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263007773814600738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEYYYYYYYY~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. First name of a past love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQn22BURrGI/AAAAAAAAApg/mGfS8-l42r8/s1600-h/junno.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQn22BURrGI/AAAAAAAAApg/mGfS8-l42r8/s320/junno.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263009047485983842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junno.. um actualy there's a lot.. like Clarence and CWK. But nemind lah ; _ ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Best friend's nickname:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHET. Till now I don't know who's my best friend =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Your screen name/nickname:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQn4NGup4aI/AAAAAAAAApw/oZAydpk47ps/s1600-h/shestashed.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQn4NGup4aI/AAAAAAAAApw/oZAydpk47ps/s320/shestashed.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263010543587418530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shestashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQn4MlLcHNI/AAAAAAAAApo/ciNrmAYwdmQ/s1600-h/norule.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQn4MlLcHNI/AAAAAAAAApo/ciNrmAYwdmQ/s320/norule.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263010534581345490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQn4zykOBPI/AAAAAAAAAp4/6pvp2zia-2Y/s1600-h/NRL.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQn4zykOBPI/AAAAAAAAAp4/6pvp2zia-2Y/s320/NRL.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263011208189838578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Your first name:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQn6SDz2kuI/AAAAAAAAAqA/yuoJ_owzbww/s1600-h/nurul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQn6SDz2kuI/AAAAAAAAAqA/yuoJ_owzbww/s320/nurul.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263012827726516962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurul. Why the heck did this come out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Your middle name:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQn6Sb_sWwI/AAAAAAAAAqI/XOBtImH4n2Y/s1600-h/Amira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQn6Sb_sWwI/AAAAAAAAAqI/XOBtImH4n2Y/s320/Amira.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263012834218629890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COOL SHIT LAH! Well of course there's no restuarant in my name =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Your last name:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQn6SQDIH8I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/BX79ltk-yZ4/s1600-h/Khalil_Photo_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQn6SQDIH8I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/BX79ltk-yZ4/s320/Khalil_Photo_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263012831011807170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KHALIL! HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Bad habit of yours:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQn8NeNk1tI/AAAAAAAAAqY/Zod9q4tjuAk/s1600-h/snoreCartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQn8NeNk1tI/AAAAAAAAAqY/Zod9q4tjuAk/s320/snoreCartoon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263014947937638098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. My snores are like, loud and obnoxious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. First job:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQn8NWKl-II/AAAAAAAAAqg/8lXeKl5VgzE/s1600-h/axa-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQn8NWKl-II/AAAAAAAAAqg/8lXeKl5VgzE/s320/axa-logo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263014945777645698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a clerk. Uhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Grandmother's name:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/R1PvbZh7oLI/AAAAAAAAAL0/9KDCuKP8S8w/s1600-R/ren_kalsom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/R1PvbZh7oLI/AAAAAAAAAL0/cg8powce4y0/s320/ren_kalsom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139714853748580530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalsom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Your college major:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQn8NiC0GZI/AAAAAAAAAqo/5ZMaJ9V6uDo/s1600-h/english+majpr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 275px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQn8NiC0GZI/AAAAAAAAAqo/5ZMaJ9V6uDo/s320/english+majpr.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263014948966242706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eglish major, Insya Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Favorite season:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/R1PwH5h7oNI/AAAAAAAAAME/lu-rpbR0loQ/s1600-R/big_spring_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/R1PwH5h7oNI/AAAAAAAAAME/SHLkLl8_mvM/s320/big_spring_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139715618252759250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring. It ain't in singapore. but what do i care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Favorite holiday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahaa. december holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-7604884786653743986?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/7604884786653743986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=7604884786653743986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/7604884786653743986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/7604884786653743986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2008/10/okay-im-re-doing-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQnqudDcOWI/AAAAAAAAAl4/5pAXXY1ifEs/s72-c/18.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-5369863816929346390</id><published>2008-10-30T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T01:23:25.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am OFFICIALLY PIERCED!&lt;br /&gt;but ma said i can't have more D;&lt;br /&gt;i was kinda liking the whole getting pierced process&lt;br /&gt;too bad ; _ ;&lt;br /&gt;nana and mimi were like&lt;br /&gt;"omygod nurul donn't cry!"&lt;br /&gt;before i was gonna get the piercing&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't even scared!&lt;br /&gt;mimi told the lady&lt;br /&gt;"she's getting it for her boyfriend!"&lt;br /&gt;and i was like&lt;br /&gt;"i don't even have a boyfriend!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARFAIT TIC &amp; CRIMSON HERO IS OUT~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it. worlds within first episode mendak siol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and did i mention i cried THREE times when i watched super junior's super show concert dvd? &lt;br /&gt;yes. extreme fangirlism. &lt;br /&gt;when suju sang mirror, i cried.&lt;br /&gt;and cried again during some other songs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-5369863816929346390?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/5369863816929346390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=5369863816929346390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/5369863816929346390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/5369863816929346390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-officially-pierced-but-ma-said-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-1595998091755945321</id><published>2008-10-28T14:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T15:27:29.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>arabic paper today was, do-able?&lt;br /&gt;i guess&lt;br /&gt;slept for a few minutes&lt;br /&gt;and hentam-ed for the last section&lt;br /&gt;especially summary&lt;br /&gt;gawd knows how i could get A2 for arabic midyr&lt;br /&gt;padehal keje copy paste summary tak rephrase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesh anyway, was at vivo the whole day with my family yesterday&lt;br /&gt;rounded for like 5 freaking hours&lt;br /&gt;and only bought a pair of star earrings, star stickers for my lappy (which i couldn't stick cos my lappy couldn't close its lid properly)&lt;br /&gt;and tried starbuck's choc frappe (i know lah, i'm a noob)&lt;br /&gt;and i think i prefer starbuck's than mccafe cos mccafe's is too sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OHMYGOD I'M GONNA PIERCE MY EARS TOMORROW&lt;br /&gt;with zeyda and nana and mimi&lt;br /&gt;i know, 17yrs and i haven't got a hole (ew)&lt;br /&gt;but i'm so sick of looking at earrings and not being able to buy them cos it'll go to waste&lt;br /&gt;and seeing zeyda's how-many-collection of earrings &lt;br /&gt;and she's always changing earrings&lt;br /&gt;and cos i already bought those star earrings&lt;br /&gt;and i want this autumn shaped leave earrings&lt;br /&gt;SO&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna get three holes! that is if ma won't object to it&lt;br /&gt;if not, i'll just get two&lt;br /&gt;and get &lt;s&gt;more&lt;/s&gt; later huahahaha&lt;br /&gt;zeyda's gonna pierce... wakaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma was saying&lt;br /&gt;"kau pakai tudung abeh nak pakai anting2"&lt;br /&gt;and so i said&lt;br /&gt;"so that means if i wear tudng, i have to be botak lah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQa-DhyNsEI/AAAAAAAAAlw/s3eY4UCeR_w/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQa-DhyNsEI/AAAAAAAAAlw/s3eY4UCeR_w/s320/Image017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262102182446870594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;menyampah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M GONNA HAVE A NEW ADIK SEDARE SOON!&lt;br /&gt;thank you abg iwan and kak azilah =DDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIKES. clubbox and IE is being an ass. hmph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-1595998091755945321?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/1595998091755945321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=1595998091755945321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/1595998091755945321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/1595998091755945321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2008/10/arabic-paper-today-was-do-able-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJb5sdeF24w/SQa-DhyNsEI/AAAAAAAAAlw/s3eY4UCeR_w/s72-c/Image017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269556.post-7987683380721288340</id><published>2008-10-26T12:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T12:47:17.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I'm like so bloody kental right now, blogging at the community pool! I know, so bloody nerdish geekish kiasu. But ma woke me up this morning, saying she had to teman nenek ara to a jemputan but she promised fuad that she'll bring him to the pool today, so I was forced out of my own will to accompany fuad here. And now here I am, with my lappy and oh so happy. Actually, I'm happy co... Kak Tuty is getting married!! Yes, Kak Tuty, my tutor who taught me since I was in pri 1 till sec 3 (I lived in tampines previously, and she lived in tamp too, so it was easier. then I moved to sengkang and grew lazy to go to tuition and quit at sec 3. though i'm still in contact with kak 2t)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH. why is everyone getting married lately? Kak fida, kak ina and kak 2t? next sape pulak eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chet. and zeyda's fic which i wrote about the paris place, with the whole 10 of them at the airport suddenly got erased. CHAP CHEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18269556-7987683380721288340?l=shestashed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/feeds/7987683380721288340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18269556&amp;postID=7987683380721288340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/7987683380721288340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18269556/posts/default/7987683380721288340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestashed.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-know-im-like-so-bloody-kental-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Norule Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13904206335890244989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t71/shestashed/sagaic.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
